Ye Jingyu stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Sneaking into the Blood Demon Legion's encampment? This massive stronghold was deserted, not a single soul around—what was there to sneak into? He had walked in quite openly.

Furthermore, he was the appointed Commander of this very legion. On his first day in office, not only did no one greet him, but now they burst in, determined to give him a hard time? Unthinkable!

Seeing the careening iron hammer, a trace of fury crossed Ye Jingyu's face. Without a second thought, he met it with a punch. His fist could shatter Shen’s demonic blade; what chance did an ordinary hammer have?

With a tremendous crash, the man’s iron hammer disintegrated under Ye Jingyu’s blow. The immense force numbed the man's arm, shocking the charging demons into horrified silence. But Ye Jingyu had no intention of stopping there; the humiliation and rage born of powerlessness in the Demon Palace erupted fully at this moment.

Without summoning any special power or employing any specific technique, his body shot upward, driving a vicious knee into the bridge of the large man’s nose. The sound of cracking bone echoed instantly; the man’s nasal bridge completely collapsed inward. It was only due to his formidable physical toughness that his entire skull wasn't shattered instead of just his nose.

Even so, the sheer impact sent the man flying off his mount. Ye Jingyu’s body twisted mid-air, and a swift kick swept across the man's left cheek, sending him tumbling again. A stream of dark-gold blood sprayed from the man’s mouth, mixed with a mouthful of teeth.

Before the man could even register what had happened, Ye Jingyu was already above him, standing poised on one leg like a golden rooster, descending with lightning speed. His foot landed squarely on the man’s groin.

“Rumble…” A deafening thud shook the ground as the man slammed onto the floor, cracking the flagstones—made of some unknown stone—and kicking up dust and gravel.

This was immediately followed by a sharp snap, like the sound of an egg breaking, and a howl of unimaginable agony tore from the man’s throat.

Hearing the man's tragic cry and watching his body convulse, every male present—including the demons still seated on their mounts—instinctively clamped their legs together. Every male creature values its primary attribute above all else, but witnessing this brutal initiation rite for a man in the Demon Palace sent chills down their spines, and their gazes toward Ye Jingyu filled with a strange awe.

Among the four advancing teams, one was composed entirely of women, each devastatingly beautiful, clad in revealing three-piece armor that exuded a wild aura—they were the Nightmare Clan. Seeing this fellow, who looked like a delicate pretty boy, reduce the most brutish member of the Blood Demon Legion to this state, their expressions flickered.

Many of them had shared relationships exceeding mere friendship with the man now lying on the ground. After all, wasn't that fellow renowned for his virility? But now that appendage was ruined—could it ever regenerate?

Of course, with his cultivation level, recovery might not be impossible, but after such a devastating experience, could he ever stand tall again?

The thought of no longer being able to enjoy passionate moments with him brought shades of regret to the eyes of many of the women.

However, these demons quickly snapped back to reality. Hundreds of the downed man's subordinates immediately charged forward. They were armed with iron hammers and rode horned giant lizards, screaming and rushing toward Ye Jingyu with reckless abandon.

“Little Black, wipe them out!” Seeing these fools dare to attack, a chilling killing intent erupted from Ye Jingyu. Before Mu could even utter a word of caution, he spoke.

“Heh…” Little Black gave a cold laugh, and his body vanished, launching into the Reverse Repulsion Seven Steps...

Step, Confine, Suppress, Explode, Shatter, Annihilate...

By the time the sixth step, Annihilate, landed, the bodies of over a hundred charging demons had completely shattered and disintegrated. Furthermore, their mounts exploded along with them, leaving behind unrecognizable chunks of flesh everywhere, with dark-gold blood staining the floor golden.

All of this happened so rapidly that the ranks behind them hadn't even processed what occurred before their comrades were virtually reduced to dust. The other teams, who had been prepared to charge recklessly, halted upon witnessing such a bloody spectacle, staring in terror at the black-clad figure of Nibo and the strikingly handsome man whose methods were even more savage than the one in black.

He stood there on the chest of the large man, his frame so slight, not even as thick as the giant’s wrist, yet inexplicably, no matter how the giant struggled, he could not move an inch, as if pinned down by a mountain.

His icy gaze swept the surroundings; no one dared meet his eyes. Among demons, strength dictates status. With Ye Jingyu’s power laid bare, regardless of their internal reluctance, they dared not speak against him now.

After all, this large man was Kuang, the sole Zhou-level expert of the Raging Demon Clan, and he couldn't withstand a single strike from this newcomer. What chance did anyone else have?

“Do you know who I am?” Ye Jingyu asked coldly.

Many demons possessed limited intelligence and simply stared blankly. Some of the shrewd ones shook their heads in unison. Regardless of whether they genuinely knew his identity, admitting acquaintance would be insubordination, a violation of military law. While few demons paid much heed to military law, they dared not defy it openly, as refusing the deployment orders of the Earth Alliance would invite collective attack from the entire Alliance.

“Don't know? Very well. Now, I’ll tell you. I am the Commander of this legion. What? You don’t know what a Commander is? Fine. From now on, I am your boss. Every single one of you must obey my orders. Understood?” As he spoke, Ye Jingyu flashed the token Yuan had given him. It was mostly a show; the news of his appointment as the Blood Demon Legion’s Commander had likely already reached these demons. Even his appearance and file were likely known to the legion's high command—otherwise, why would that man charge at him the moment he arrived?