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    Wang Fang never expected Chen Fei to have such strong composure. No matter how much he taunted, Chen Fei remained unbothered.

    But a closer look revealed something alarming—Chen Fei was beginning to handle the Crimson Soul’s attacks with ease, and his expression was becoming calmer by the second.

    “Fang’er, this one isn’t enough. Why don’t you summon a few more?”

    Chen Fei’s voice suddenly rang out.

    But what made Wang Fang nearly cough up blood in frustration was Chen Fei actually calling him “Fang’er” like some familiar joke.

    This guy was way too arrogant!

    Wang Fang’s fury boiled over.

    “Fine! Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

    Of course, he was just putting on a front.

    His current strength could barely sustain a single Crimson Soul, but to save face, he forcefully pushed his spiritual energy to the limit and barely managed to conjure a second one.

    Only… this second Crimson Soul was clearly a miniature version—its strength and presence significantly weaker.

    Chen Fei rolled his eyes.

    “Seriously disappointing. What’s the point of summoning this reject? Trash!”

    He wasn’t just trash-talking.

    With a sweep of his Wufeng Greatsword, Chen Fei shattered the weaker Crimson Soul with a single strike, right after deflecting the first one’s glaive.

    Wang Fang’s face went deathly pale—not just from the backlash of the destroyed summon, but from pure rage at being humiliated.

    “Fang’er, time’s running out. Have you decided what you’ll pay for your life?”

    Chen Fei continued his verbal assault, his voice ringing out like a devil’s whisper in Wang Fang’s ears.

    “Fang’er, hang in there. You’re the young master of Blood Cloud Sect, aren’t you? It’d be sooo embarrassing if you failed now.”

    “Fang’er, are you ready? Looks like your Crimson Soul’s about to collapse!”

    “Fang’er…”

    “SHUT UP!!”

    Wang Fang’s eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at Chen Fei with the fury of a thousand blades. If looks could kill, Chen Fei would’ve been diced into pieces.

    Too bad for him, Chen Fei wasn’t even slightly intimidated.

    “I’m just telling the truth, Fang’er. Don’t take it so personally.”

    As his words fell, Wufeng Greatsword spun, breaking through the Crimson Soul’s defense again. This time, the sword energy shredded its body into pieces.

    By now, the blood orb in Wang Fang’s hand had shrunk to the size of a thumbnail.

    The repeated drain on it from the summons had taken its toll.

    Finally realizing the trap, Wang Fang forced himself to calm down as he stared at the shrunken blood bead.

    “Chen Fei… that bastard did all this on purpose… I have to stay calm!”

    Suddenly—

    “Looks like I’ve arrived just in time,”

    a teasing voice echoed through the corridor.

    Before the voice could settle, Leng Yue appeared beside Chen Fei with a grave expression.

    “Go!” she said simply.

    Chen Fei didn’t hesitate—he turned and bolted.

    But not without tossing out one last jab.

    “Fang’er, you seemed a bit unstable, so I’ll give you some extra time. But next time, bring a proper tribute, or I won’t hold back!”

    He even laughed as he ran.

    Wang Fang trembled all over, veins bulging on his forehead.

    Not far away, Peach Blossom Fairy staggered forward, panting but smiling in delight.

    “Greetings to the Demon Lord!”

    Duhuo Demon Lord stepped slowly out of the shadows.

    When he saw the bodies of Bai Lian and the others, he gave a low hum.

    “Truly a troublesome brat,” he muttered.

    Looking at Wang Fang, he raised an eyebrow.

    “Young master of Blood Cloud Sect, huh? I see you’ve been planning well. This Blood Blossom Underground Palace really is a prime location.”

    A flash of greed passed through Duhuo’s eyes.

    Even a Demon Lord found the treasures inside worth coveting—this was exactly why he hadn’t chased Chen Fei immediately.

    That’s the rule inside a secret realm—everyone eventually converges toward the core, no matter where they run. Even if Chen Fei escaped now, he’d still have to head toward the core later.

    “Blood Cloud Sect’s Wang Fang greets Demon Lord Duhuo!”

    Wang Fang reined in his fury and bowed respectfully.

    He might have thoughts about the others, but before a Demon Lord, he dared not have a single stray idea.

    Duhuo gave him a quick glance and chuckled.

    “At least you’re someone with sense. Don’t worry—this place belongs to your sect. I only want one item from inside. The rest is yours.”

    Peach Blossom Fairy opened her mouth, but said nothing in the end.

    Wang Fang’s heart clenched tight, but before Duhuo, he could only bow again.

    “All decisions rest with the Demon Lord.”

    Had Chen Fei been present, he’d have instantly recalled the scene with Wang Fang following behind Blood River like a lackey. The same submissive tone, the same deference.

    He would’ve wondered—has Wang Fang prepared another escape route this time too?

    Duhuo waved his hand.

    “Once everyone arrives, we’ll enter the core of the Blood Blossom Underground Palace. Chen Fei has two choices—die in this secret realm, or walk straight into our trap. Either way, we’ll be waiting.”

    “The Demon Lord is wise!”

    The group rushed to flatter him.

    Duhuo couldn’t help but smile proudly as his gaze scanned the surroundings, searching for a way into the core zone.

    Meanwhile…

    Chen Fei and Leng Yue had stopped.

    “Weird. Why aren’t they chasing us?” Chen Fei frowned.

    Given the life-and-death tension between them, their lack of pursuit was strange.

    Leng Yue answered calmly:

    “Once inside the secret realm, if you don’t head for the core zone, there’s a risk the realm itself will swallow you. If they camp there, we’ll have no choice but to walk into their trap.”

    “A smart plan,” Chen Fei admitted.

    Rather than fear, there was admiration in his tone.

    “You’re not scared?” Leng Yue asked, surprised.

    “Scared of what?” Chen Fei laughed.

    “They’re waiting to catch a rabbit. But they forgot I’m not the usual prey.”

    As he spoke, his aura suddenly shifted.

    A wave of sinister, demonic energy spread from his body.

    Leng Yue was genuinely impressed by his ability to adapt—but then her brows furrowed.

    “Sure, you can imitate evil energy… but entry to the core is limited. If they just count heads, you’ll be exposed. It’ll be even more dangerous.”

    “True,” Chen Fei nodded, already having a plan.

    “That’s why I need a new identity—I’ll replace one of them. As long as one of the evil cultivators dies quietly, I’ll take his place.”

    The goal was clear now—find a lone evil cultivator and take him out.

    Leng Yue, now fully in her Ziqing Palace Saintess mode, nodded.

    They’d need to get rid of Duhuo Demon Lord eventually—and that meant a surprise strike.

    With their current strength, only a sneak attack had any chance of success—and that task clearly fell on Leng Yue.

    Meanwhile, Chen Fei concealed his aura and moved swiftly through the dark corridor.

    Ahead, he spotted a lone figure.

    Chen Fei’s lips curled into a cold smile.

    “Perfect. Looks like I’ve found my target.”

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