Ye Jingyu certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip away. He stepped forward, his left hand forming a tight fist, and slammed it directly into Shen’s chest. Caught completely off guard, Shen couldn't possibly defend himself and was blasted right off the stage, just like Jiao. He landed beneath the platform, his face a mask of disbelief.

The entire venue erupted at that moment, everyone cheering wildly, hailing Ye Jingyu’s sheer power, cheering his reckless disregard for death. To face a demonic blade with nothing but flesh and blood and shatter it—this was truly a battle destined for eternal fame...

None of the demons knew Ye Jingyu’s name; they simply roared the code name he used for the duel: Jing!

The cheers swelled higher and higher. That single strike had already won him immense popularity. Many of the more powerful matriarchal demons were tearing at their clothes, exposing intimate parts, shouting and signaling to Ye Jingyu that they would gladly sleep with him for a few nights, with absolutely no strings attached.

In stark contrast to the surrounding madness, Ling, standing beside Yuan, felt an inexplicable, sharp clenching in her heart. It was a terrible ache, brought on simply because her gaze had locked onto Ye Jingyu’s trembling right hand.

There, drops of crimson blood were slowly trickling from his fingertips, one by one—so vibrant, so deeply red...

The few other Zenith-level powerhouses finally understood: Ye Jingyu was simply too strong, so devastatingly powerful that it filled them with despair.

"Kill..." The remaining four spat out the command almost simultaneously. The forms of the four demons shot forward as one, each unleashing their signature ultimate technique immediately.

Starfall Annihilation! Supreme Demon Fist! Demonic Howl! And Void Shattering Origin!

In an instant, Ye Jingyu felt as if he had been transported into an endless void, with countless stars hurling themselves down upon him. Beneath that stellar onslaught, he felt crushingly insignificant.

Not only that, but waves of peerless, dominating fist energy slammed into him all at once. This was immediately followed by a screeching demonic sound that roared deafeningly in his ears, culminating in a sensation like energy tearing through the very fabric of space slamming into his sternum...

"Pfft..." A torrent of bright red blood erupted from his mouth. His body tumbled like a severed kite—no, more like an airplane whose wings had just been ripped off—falling straight down from the sky and crashing heavily onto the stage.

Immediately afterward, continuous barrages of silver-glowing fists hammered down upon his prone body. From a distance, all one could see was the area around him flashing with light, punctuated by incessant explosions.

To the eyes of the onlookers, the four great experts relentlessly pummeled Ye Jingyu, who appeared utterly defenseless.

This sustained assault lasted for a full quarter of an hour before the four figures separated. The solid stage platform had been blasted into a crater nearly ten feet wide; Ye Jingyu’s body was buried within it, his state unknown—dead or alive?

What was happening? Had that single punch that shattered Shen consumed all his strength? How could the man who was so mighty moments ago now be so crushingly weak? But then again, he had already been injured, and facing four powerful assailants at once, a severe beating was perhaps inevitable.

However, unlike the crowd above, everyone near the stage floor stared fixedly at the massive crater blasted into the platform. They refused to believe Ye Jingyu had been truly killed; at best, he was critically wounded.

A Zenith-level expert—how could they be erased so easily?

Yet, half a period passed, and there was still no movement from the earthen pit? Had the previous attack truly sapped every last ounce of his strength, leaving him unable to resist?

Even the man entwined in iron chains wore a flicker of surprise, clearly disbelieving that this opponent who had offered him so many surprises could simply fall so quickly.

As for Ling in the stands, her heart clenched painfully. Seeing Ye Jingyu remain hidden for so long, she desperately wished she could rush forward just to see what was happening.

Just as everyone assumed Ye Jingyu had lost all fighting capability, a muffled sound echoed from within the pit, followed by a figure staggering unsteadily to his feet.

Blood still sprayed from his seven orifices, suggesting injury from the recent sonic attack. Crimson blood also leaked from the corners of his mouth, indicating severe internal damage. His right arm streamed blood, and his right palm bore a deep, ragged gash where bone was visible, faintly covered by a swirling black light that prevented healing—the mark left by Shen.

Yet, despite these catastrophic injuries, his eyes remained startlingly bright, and a faint smile played on his lips—a smile of pure confidence.

"Brother," Ye Jingyu said, ignoring the four who had just attacked him, turning instead to the chained figure seated nearby, "you want to duel me. Are you just going to stand by and let these others dismantle me?"

The chained figure slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes piercing out from beneath his messy hair. His lips moved slightly.

"If you cannot even defeat them, then what right do you have to be my opponent?" The voice was dripping with contempt, yet strangely, no one in the vicinity found it inappropriate.

Even Ye Jingyu merely offered a slight smile.

"If that is the case, let's conclude this quickly then!" As the words left his mouth, Ye Jingyu dissolved into a streak of light—a pure aurora seemingly capable of piercing time—and instantly materialized before the four Zenith experts. Yes, though he was one person, he appeared directly in front of the four demons, unleashing a single punch toward them.

There was no tremendous sound, only the sight of the four demons being hurled backward once more. However, unlike Shen earlier, these four were clearly prepared. Even as they flew, they exerted maximum effort to adjust their bodies, preventing themselves from flying off the stage. It was precisely at this moment that the man completely shrouded in black robes stepped instantly before Ye Jingyu, and a blade of pitch-black energy flashed from beneath his sleeve, slicing toward Ye Jingyu's neck...

"Hmph..." Ye Jingyu merely scoffed coldly, glaring fiercely at the attacker. A bolt of lightning and a stream of spectral light shot forth, slamming into the man's body. The opponent clearly hadn't anticipated such an attack from Ye Jingyu; the blade he was swinging instantly retracted as he tried to parry the incoming assault.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Jingyu surged toward the four reeling experts, unleashing his counter-skill immediately—the Reversal Seven Steps...

(Ah, Xingchen's birthday hasn't arrived yet, hehe, thank you all for the birthday wishes, thank you!)D