Arrogant?

"I'll duel you one-on-one. Do you dare?"

The one who had spoken was stunned.

The Demon Gods were stunned.

The demons within the Blazing Fortress thought they had misheard.

The powerful experts outside the Blazing Fortress laughed after a moment of silence.

The saints and demon immortals in the distance perked up.

They had originally thought this show was quite dull—either there would be no fight at all, or it would be a brief skirmish before everyone dispersed.

Because the Wendao Sword Sect wouldn't allow it.

But now, things seemed to be getting interesting.

A duel?

A seventh-stage Lesser Demon King challenging a ninth-grade Demon God.

If it were anyone else, they would have treated it as a joke, but since it was Bai Mang, that was a different story.

They were very curious to know how long he could last.

One move?

Ten moves?

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea, or burn a stick of incense?

Or...

Could he win?

That seemed somewhat unrealistic.

However, they could at least see just how great Bai Mang's talent truly was, and perhaps even witness what the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb was.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious."

"Seventh rank against ninth grade... how arrogant..."

"He's certainly boasting shamelessly."

"Anyone can talk big; does he actually dare?"

In front of the fortress, bursts of laughter, mockery, and ridicule were heard incessantly.

Although the demons also felt their Demon Son was joking, being ridiculed like this still made them feel extremely unpleasant.

Their eyes turned red, and they glared with ferocious expressions.

Xu Xian was not surprised; instead, under everyone's gaze, he asked again in a calm tone, "You haven't answered me yet. Do you dare or not?"

"Kid, are you joking?"

The youth's eyes narrowed, but he neither confirmed nor denied it.

The burly Beast God of the beast race bared his grim fangs. "I will tear you apart."

The youth was fearless, his tone flippant and provocative. "With your mouth?"

The man crossed his arms, his muscles bulging. "Fine. Today, I really want to see what a piece of work like you is relying on to be so arrogant."

The surrounding crowd instantly shifted, clearing a battlefield.

They faced off for a long time.

If a fight could break out, it would naturally be for the best.

Moreover,

They also wanted to see what ability the little Bai Mang had, and whether he could truly fight across realms as the rumors suggested.

Xu Xian slapped the armrests of his throne and stood up.

The worried gazes of the Demon Gods and demon guards gathered on him.

"Demon Son."

"You mustn't."

Even Chi Ming spoke up to stop him. "Demon Son, do not act on impulse. This is no child's play."

The youth gave a confident smile. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The others remained worried.

Jin Yu spoke even more bluntly, "Bai Mang, do you think the trouble you've caused isn't big enough? You just have to show off..."

Infuriating the world was already a settled matter.

Because of you, the Demon Abyss has offended the powerful experts of the entire world.

If you were to die now, everything would lose its meaning.

The hope of the Demon Abyss would be extinguished in an instant.

This was not a joke, but a reality.

Xu Xian naturally understood this. Although Jin Yu's words were harsh, he didn't take them to heart.

"I know what you're all thinking," he comforted everyone, looking out beyond the fortress as he continued. "But I'm the one who caused this mess, so I have to do something, don't I?"

Everyone fell silent.

The youth continued, "Let me settle this personally. I am the Demon Son; trust me this once."

The Demon Gods fell into a complete silence.

Sensing Bai Mang's gaze, they felt a fleeting illusion that perhaps he really could...

Even if such a thought was somewhat absurd.

Jin Qing was the first to step aside, clearing the path, and said in a low voice, "Let him go."

"Sister..."

"High Priest..."

Jin Qing didn't explain; she simply uttered eight words.

"He is the Demon Son, the King of the Demon Abyss."

Indeed.

He was the Demon Son, the King of the Demon Abyss.

If the King accepted a challenge, how could they stop him?

They looked at Jin Qing, then at Bai Mang, and after a brief internal struggle, they yielded one by one.

The youth nodded to everyone, stepped forward, and walked onto the city wall, then out of the high fortress and into the sky.

He suspended himself before the front lines,

Facing the world outside the abyss,

With his back to the demons.

In that moment, gazing at that back, the demons were all dazed for a moment.

Setting aside his strength, based on his aura alone, he truly deserved the title of Demon Son.

Outside the fortress, the amusement in the eyes of the world's experts grew, and the mockery on their lips deepened.

A good show was about to begin.

On the small boat, the four members of the Wendao Sword Sect also involuntarily walked to the bow, looking down from the sky at the youth.

Although their expressions were as calm as ever, their hearts were already pounding with anxiety.

They had always thought highly of their Junior Brother Xu Xian and firmly believed he was extraordinary.

But fighting a ninth-grade Beast God with the power of the seventh stage...

They truly had no confidence in him.

If it were normal times, and Little Eleven summoned the Sword Tower to use the power of the three divine swords, perhaps... it might be possible to fight.

But today, he wasn't Xu Xian; he was Bai Mang.

That meant he couldn't use the Sword Tower to face the enemy.

Without the Sword Tower, what would he use to fight?

They couldn't think of anything.

Lin Fengmian felt uneasy and said without confidence, "He'll be fine, right?"

Jiang Wanyin's tone lacked conviction as she replied forcedly, "He should be..."

"Can he win?" Yao Xiqiao asked.

Lei Yunche pondered, "If he uses the Sword Tower, perhaps. Without it, it's unlikely..."

Jiang Wanyin spoke ambiguously, "It's hard to say..."

She felt that Little Eleven wouldn't be so foolish; since he dared to take the initiative to fight, he must have some confidence.

To defeat the opponent without using the Sword Tower.

Otherwise, it would be trying to hide the obvious, and all the previous acts would have been meaningless.

Therefore, she couldn't tell for a moment whether he could win or not.

However,

She was prepared for him to lose; as long as Xu Xian's life was in danger, she would immediately take action to protect him.

Saving someone from a saint might be difficult, but saving someone from a Beast God was simple.

A bit further away, in the sand sea and amidst the clouds, countless gazes were also gathered.

Among them, besides the experts, were some juniors who had just been ransomed back from Bai Mang.

Unlike the deep gazes of their elders, their looks were mostly malicious and filled with schadenfreude.

They didn't deny that Bai Mang was strong, but they absolutely didn't believe that Bai Mang could defeat a ninth-grade Beast God.

They felt that Bai Mang was just too arrogant—arrogant without self-awareness, overestimating his own strength.

But it didn't matter, because they couldn't wait for Bai Mang to die.

Ideally, with not even his bones remaining.

Naturally, they were also happy to see Bai Mang courting death.

"He doesn't know the meaning of death."

"When a man is too arrogant, Heaven will take him."

"Kill him..."

They couldn't help but mutter indignantly, spewing malicious words, while the elders beside them remained silent.

Even when they glanced at their own juniors out of the corner of their eyes, their expressions were mixed with a bit of loneliness and disappointment.

Or they would let out a sigh.

Their auras were tinged with the helpless frustration of their juniors' lack of progress.

Looking at that figure, with that ten-colored long hair fluttering in the wind, they couldn't help but wonder how great it would be if that child were their own.

What a pity...

Of course, not everyone thought this way; for instance, Tu Kongkong, for some unknown reason, didn't want the youth to get into trouble.

At the very least, she felt that Bai Mang shouldn't die at the hands of an old beast.

It was a very complicated emotion.

Even though she clearly should hate him.

She looked up at her somewhat unfamiliar mother beside her and couldn't help but ask,

"Will he die?"

Tu Sisi lowered her gaze to look at the girl and said with certainty, "No."

Tu Kongkong was a bit surprised. "Are you saying he can really defeat a Beast God?"

Tu Sisi thought for a moment and shook her head. "I don't know."

Tu Kongkong was confused. "You're so strange. You don't know if he can win, so how do you know he won't die?"

Tu Sisi said leisurely, "I don't know if he can win, but I know that someone won't allow him to die."

Tu Kongkong was still in a daze. "Who?"

Tu Sisi remained silent.

Tu Kongkong slightly narrowed her eyes and looked up again, gazing at the battlefield...

With a bit of stubbornness and dissatisfaction, she said, "If you won't tell me, then I'll see for myself."