Seeing Yuan's casual demeanor, a wry smile touched Mu's lips. Among those he knew, there were seven masters who had reached the Cosmic level—seven Cosmic-level masters! When had those City Lords ever been so generous? To send out so many top experts to fight? Did they truly value the position of Legion Commander that much? More importantly, where on earth could they find so many Cosmic experts?

Though his heart ached with bitterness, Mu couldn't argue when Yuan had spoken. After bowing respectfully to Yuan, Mu retreated from the private box and returned to his own.

At that moment, Xiao Tao Tao and Ni Bo were already seated in the box. Xiao Tao Tao held a jar of premium liquor smuggled from the Tian Alliance in her left hand, while her right hand greedily gnawed on a roasted Unicorn leg. Little Black, however, stood silently, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the arena below, brimming with fighting spirit.

Why? Why wasn't he allowed to fight too? With so many experts present, surely there was enough for him to have a proper brawl, just to satisfy his craving.

His fists clenched tightly, wishing he could rush out immediately...

In addition, Mu’s son, Zhong, and even his personal butler, Zuo Miao, had the opportunity to stand in a corner of the box, quietly observing the great battle about to commence.

Furthermore, the other City Lords were also seated in their respective boxes, taking in everything below. Their faces all wore expressions of assured victory, seeming utterly confident about the upcoming fight.

Just then, a massive drum roll echoed from outside—the signal for the duels to begin. The more than six hundred devils, humans, and demon race members in the arena simultaneously focused their murderous gazes on Ye Jingyu, clad in black.

Feeling the killing intent directed at him, a faint smile touched Ye Jingyu's face. He slowly clenched his right fist, unleashing an overwhelmingly arrogant and domineering aura...

"Kill..." Someone shouted. The dozens of devils at the forefront rushed towards Ye Jingyu in unison. They used no weapons, for their bodies were the best weapons, their sharp claws flashing with cold light, reaching Ye Jingyu in an instant.

Seeing these cannon fodder-like figures, Ye Jingyu didn't hesitate. He lunged straight forward, not employing any special force, relying purely on his physical body to charge through...

"Phantom Fist..." he whispered softly, instantly unleashing his punch. Immediately, tens of thousands of fist shadows flickered before him. Every devil attempting to approach was blasted away. Each one suffered a bloody hole blown through their chest. Those slightly stronger could barely withstand the ferocious force of the punch; those weaker were pulverized by the shockwave.

The spectators in the stands only saw dark-gold blood spray continuously, falling like rain, dyeing the arena gold, and bathing the man in black in its hue.

Ye Jingyu’s speed was terrifying. He moved like a wolf among sheep, slaughtering the devils in what was purely a one-sided massacre.

Witnessing Ye Jingyu's immense combat prowess, everyone was stunned—deeply shocked. Many devils involuntarily rose from their seats, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Even the City Lords, including those from the powerful Xiong Cities, couldn't help but stand up. Just how powerful was this fellow? Judging by his display, he was at least a mid-tier Cosmic expert, perhaps even high-tier Cosmic.

The people they had sent simply couldn't deal with him! Fortunately, thankfully, Jian had given them prior warning to join forces and eliminate him first, and only then compete among themselves. They truly hadn't expected Mu to recruit such a formidable powerhouse...

Mu was equally dumbstruck watching the unfolding events. Although he knew Ye Jingyu was strong—after all, even a Cosmic expert like Little Black obeyed his commands—he never imagined he possessed this level of power? In such a short time, dozens of Hong-level experts had already been struck down.

Yuan, sitting beside Ling, also showed emotion. He had assumed that the Cosmic experts Mu had recruited were either impostors or, at best, average Cosmic masters. It was for this reason that he had sent out "that person" to ensure the Blood Demon Legion Commander position wasn't snatched away. But now, it seemed his efforts were redundant.

Considering the temperament of that individual, a wry smile even crossed Yuan's face; even if he wanted to recall him now, it was impossible.

As for Ling beside him, when she saw Ye Jingyu strike, her heart inexplicably fluttered. The man in black was utterly unfamiliar; she knew with certainty this was the first time she had seen him, yet why did he feel so familiar, and why did she tense up with every move he made?

Her hands desperately clutched the hem of her skirt, no longer noticing the continuously splashing dark-gold blood, nor paying attention to the dismembered limbs flying everywhere. In her eyes now, there was only that man in black, his robes fluttering, elegantly handsome, turning slaughter into an art form.

Yuan inadvertently glanced back and saw Ling's intense focus, which startled him greatly. Since when did Ling take such a keen interest in such carnage?

He was unaware that Ling's reaction stemmed from Ye Jingyu’s appearance, from that subtle connection in her heart.

Ye Jingyu’s appearance had changed drastically from before, and his fighting style was no longer the same. Even Liang Xiaoke hadn't recognized him then, let alone Yuan, who had only sparred with Ye Jingyu a few times.

As long as Ye Jingyu didn't bring out a supreme artifact like the Eastern Emperor Bell, there was virtually no chance of his identity being revealed...

Meanwhile, on the stage, all the devils rushed Ye Jingyu as if driven mad. They no longer seemed to feel they were in an arena or a duel; their minds registered only the command above: kill that person, no matter the cost...

However, a few figures deliberately remained hidden within the mass of devils, showing no intention of attacking immediately. They quietly observed Ye Jingyu’s movements and the force behind his strikes, calculating potential weaknesses.

One such figure stood in a corner, cloaked in a long robe that shrouded their entire body, making it impossible to discern their features, though two glints of light occasionally flashed from beneath the fabric...

Until this point, he had no intention of intervening, allowing the Hong-level devils to stream past him toward the black-clad Ye Jingyu...