Engagement

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered, spiderweb-like cracks spreading instantly. Helug's vision went black, his consciousness struck as if by a heavy hammer, plunging into a brief void.

Xia Lun seemed to really like this move.

With well-controlled force, it stunned without causing brain damage.

Helug's physical constitution was indeed quite good, and his strength was top-notch among the Demon Kings. Even in a head-on clash with Xia Lun, he merely fell at a disadvantage and wasn't directly crushed.

Helug shook his buzzing head. The dizziness quickly receded, and he soon regained his senses.

"Bastard..."

He could actually stay conscious? As expected of a Demon King.

A hint of approval flashed through Xia Lun's eyes, but he showed no mercy. Gripping Helug's head, he ruthlessly smashed it against the snowfield's frozen earth, which was harder than steel, a few more times.

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Every impact caused the ice field to tremble. It wasn't until the Demon King beneath him completely stopped moving that Xia Lun casually tossed him aside like trash.

Above them, Olides and Nakaen's mouths twitched, feeling a phantom ache in their own skulls.

Xia Lun's gaze shot up from below. The two immediately shuddered, feeling a chill shoot straight up their spines to the top of their heads.

"Can we surrender now?" Nakaen felt a dull throb in his temples. He had absolutely no desire to spar with such a being.

"What do you think? That guy looks like he's just finished warming up." Olides looked helpless. He had clearly been beaten into submission three days ago; why was he dragged into this unprovoked disaster again?

If he had known, he would have slipped away with that old man earlier.

"But just the two of us won't last long..." Nakaen looked down at the imposing Xia Lun, his scalp tingling. He clearly wasn't the type to excel at close-quarters combat.

"Please find a way to stall him. I'll go wake up that muscle-brained idiot." Olides flapped his wings and flew toward the unconscious Helug.

"You're really asking for the impossible." Nakaen sighed, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

Xia Lun shot into the sky. A massive water sphere, several meters in diameter, appeared out of thin air right in his path.

Xia Lun dove straight into it without hesitation.

The surrounding water was unusually heavy and viscous, making it extremely difficult to move freely. Xia Lun felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, and his forward momentum immediately slowed. The water currents bore down with crushing pressure, squeezing from all directions in an attempt to imprison his every movement.

"My water prison isn't that easy to break through." Nakaen breathed a slight sigh of relief, then cupped his hands in the air, manipulating the water sphere to violently hurl Xia Lun toward the ground.

But things didn't go as planned. Although Xia Lun's movements had slowed, he hadn't completely stopped. He actually forced his way out the other side of the water sphere. Carrying the residual momentum from shattering the water prison, he charged unstoppably toward Nakaen.

"Ah man, how am I supposed to fight this?"

Despite his words, Nakaen fiercely swung his arm downward. The water prison Xia Lun had pierced through didn't dissipate; instead, it instantly changed shape, extending several thick tentacles that grabbed Xia Lun's ankles and slammed him downward.

Boom—

Xia Lun's body was heavily smashed onto the ice field, kicking up a large cloud of ice shards and frozen dirt.

When the dust settled, Xia Lun brushed the ice flakes off the corner of his clothes, naturally completely unharmed.

"Hey! Wake up, stop sleeping." To the side, Olides unceremoniously kicked Helug, who was on the ground, several times.

"Phew— what happened?" Helug shook his head, his eyes quickly focusing. Propping himself up with one hand on the ground, he slowly stood up.

"You got knocked flat... Get up! The battle isn't over yet!" Olides cursed.

Helug quickly assessed the situation. Raising his head, he let out a deafening roar and charged back into the battlefield.

This guy truly wasn't afraid of a beating.

Olides couldn't help but admire Helug's courage and fighting spirit. No matter how strong the enemy, he would charge forward without hesitation.

He seemed to have always lived this way... and now, it had been a long time since he faced an opponent stronger than himself.

Olides could sense Helug's excitement.

Compared to this guy, he seemed to have grown a bit decadent lately.

He couldn't let himself be outdone by this guy.

With a flutter of the wings behind his back, Olides's figure turned into a streak of light, following closely behind Helug to attack Xia Lun.

Claws crossed and fists blurred. Surging with fighting intent, the two faced Xia Lun simultaneously and actually managed to hold their ground.

Two fists were no match for four hands. Facing the all-out combined assault of two top-tier Demon Kings, Xia Lun's movements showed a noticeable sluggishness for the first time. He had to split his attention to block and dodge terrifying attacks from different angles, temporarily suppressed to the point where he couldn't counterattack effectively.

The coordination between these two was surprisingly seamless. After all, they had always been rivals and understood each other quite well.

Maybe... we can win! Olides thought to himself.

A moment later, Xia Lun grabbed each of their heads with one hand and slammed them into the ground simultaneously.

Boom—

With a loud crash, a terrifying shockwave expanded in a ring, instantly clearing away the surrounding snow.

The two Demon Kings fell unconscious at the same time and were ruthlessly tossed aside by Xia Lun.

Xia Lun looked back up into the sky.

"I'm done, I'm done fighting." Nakaen waved his hands repeatedly, slowly descending from the sky. "If you ever come visit the Endless Deep Sea, I'll definitely spar with you to your heart's content."

"Thank you so much. Perhaps there will be a chance." Xia Lun smiled harmlessly.

I was just being polite... Nakaen muttered in his heart. Based on the strength Xia Lun had just displayed, even with a home-field advantage, he wasn't completely confident he could take Xia Lun down.

However, Xia Lun was quite satisfied with today's battle. Facing the combined efforts of these few, setting aside some trump cards that weren't suitable to use, he had pretty much exhausted his methods.

Nakaen turned into a streak of blue light and quickly fled into the distance; no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he was running away.

Carrying the two unconscious Demon Kings, Xia Lun returned to the Holy Peak.

Liyana came over: "Are they dead?"

"How is that possible?" Xia Lun couldn't help but laugh. These two weren't that fragile.

If it had been a true life-and-death struggle, Xia Lun would definitely have had to pay a price to finish them off.

"That's good. Let me tell you, Xia Lun, this guy seems to be a descendant of Vic." Liyana pointed at Helug. "You really don't know how to go easy on people."

She had also seen how Xia Lun just rubbed Helug's face into the dirt.

"Is that so? A descendant of Vic, he's quite promising." Xia Lun cast a surprised glance at Helug.

Mida fluttered her small wings and flew in front of Aina. Her little hands grasped her mother's dress hem, her expression looking a bit aggrieved.

"It's okay."

Aina patted Mida's head. She reached out and gently swept her hand toward the snowfield that had been riddled with holes from the battle, and the snowfield began to repair itself at a visible rate.