Fine, bring it on, let's see who gives up first.

The East Extreme Demon Lord dipped his fingers in his own blood, then let out a wild laugh. "Interesting. You’re not bad, but you’ll still die."

"Whether I die or not isn’t up to you."

Seeing Su Luo unleash such a powerful sword strike without exhausting himself, the East Extreme Demon Lord still looked down on him, but he knew he’d have to bring out some real strength.

"I’ve changed my mind. Against you, I’ll use fifty percent of my power."

Su Luo didn’t waste words on him. It’d be best if the Demon Lord died clinging to his full strength—who did he think he was underestimating?

Of course, Su Luo knew that was unlikely.

As their clash continued, the East Extreme Demon Lord grew increasingly shocked. How had he lost in raw power?

Even if it was only fifty percent, no Nascent Soul cultivator should have been able to withstand it.

What’s more, the Demon Lord’s body was accumulating more and more wounds—minor ones, but Su Luo showed no signs of exhaustion. This strength was far beyond what a Nascent Soul cultivator should possess.

The East Extreme Demon Lord snorted coldly and erupted with a surge of demonic energy, forcing Su Luo back.

"Fine, I underestimated you. You’re worth seventy percent of my power."

The Demon Lord began his assault, wrapping bandages around his hands. These weren’t ordinary bandages—they could be considered a weapon, enhancing his attacks.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. You can attack now." The East Extreme Demon Lord had taken his time wrapping the bandages, unbothered even if Su Luo had struck during the process—it would’ve only showcased his composure.

But Su Luo didn’t attack.

"Those bandages aren’t ordinary. What’s their origin?"

"Hmph, no harm telling you. These bandages are soaked in the blood of over a hundred high-level demonic beasts. A single punch from me, and you’ll experience agony beyond life and death."

Su Luo was stalling, already gathering his strength. "Which demonic beasts’ blood?"

"Is that important?"

"Yes, humor me."

"You’re stalling."

"No, I’m not."

The East Extreme Demon Lord didn’t believe him—nor did he care to chat. What was the point of talking to a dead man? He swung his fists at Su Luo.

From the start, Su Luo had taken the East Extreme Demon Lord seriously.

Among the Four Great Heavenly Demons, the East Extreme Demon Lord might seem lazy and fond of slacking off, but his cultivation was the highest—and he was the hardest to deal with.

Su Luo finally unleashed his charged sword strike, naturally using the dice as well.

The East Extreme Demon Lord instantly felt pressure. His prideful bandages were shattering.

Once again, Su Luo sent the Demon Lord flying with overwhelming force.

The East Extreme Demon Lord was flung far before he could stop himself.

If he had underestimated Su Luo before, he couldn’t afford to now.

Watching his bandages crumble and fall from his hands, the Demon Lord felt no regret.

"My, my, how surprising. Your displayed strength is only at the Nascent Soul level, yet your bursts of power rival mine?"

"You’re hiding your strength, but I can’t fathom it. At your age, how could you possibly be at the Void Refinement stage?"

The East Extreme Demon Lord mused aloud, "Truly miraculous. How did you manage it?"

"Too many questions, and still so calm. Do you really think you’ve won?"

"Just curious. After all, no one would believe this if I told them."

Su Luo replied, "Maybe I’m just using a secret technique to forcibly boost myself."

"I don’t buy that." The East Extreme Demon Lord wasn’t stupid—no secret technique could last this long without backlash.

"Believe what you want. But do you really think you can kill me?" Su Luo had already been gathering strength again; stalling was no issue for him.

"Why not? I doubt you can maintain this state much longer, and I haven’t even gone all out yet."

After some thought, the Demon Lord still found it more plausible that Su Luo was using some secret technique. He had no choice but to accept it.

"Not going all out? Fine. You can regret it when you die."

"Sharp tongue. Very well, I’ll oblige—one hundred percent!"

With that, his aura was no longer concealed.

Early Mahayana stage.

He even underwent a transformation, his body now clad in armor of pitch-black spiritual energy, especially around his fists.

"Sorry for the wait. It’s been a while since I’ve used this form." The East Extreme Demon Lord now hoped Su Luo wouldn’t die too quickly—where was the fun in that?

No one had expected the East Extreme Demon Lord to already be at the Mahayana stage. Even the Left Envoy and the others were unaware he had broken through long ago.

He had always presented himself as a peak Void Refinement cultivator.

But Su Luo knew better—the Demon Lord’s strength didn’t end here. If he fought desperately, he could even reach mid-stage Mahayana.

So, killing a Mahayana cultivator? A bit tricky for Su Luo right now.

If the enemy realized he couldn’t win, he’d flee. Su Luo could barely defeat a Mahayana opponent as it was—actually killing one seemed impossible.

Seeing Su Luo still not attacking, the East Extreme Demon Lord struck first.

Yet, in their first exchange, it was the Demon Lord who was sent flying again.

Over and over—this humiliation was too much. The Demon Lord immediately lunged back, throwing a punch.

This time, Su Luo dodged.

The East Extreme Demon Lord pursued relentlessly, and Su Luo countered with his sword. Now, Su Luo’s power seemed normal again.

The Demon Lord’s armor wasn’t just for show—it generated powerful currents, his unique defensive method to disperse impact and protect himself.

And those currents weren’t just for defense. They greatly enhanced his offense.

Every punch the Demon Lord threw carried a devastating spiral force, multiplying its power.

Su Luo took a few hits, but thanks to his damage immunity, it wasn’t too bad.

"How strange. Every time I hit you, I also take damage. Is this some kind of curse?"

"You ask too many questions. Shouldn’t you focus on beating me?"

"I am focusing. Talking helps me find your weaknesses."

What shocked the East Extreme Demon Lord wasn’t just Su Luo’s strength, but also his seasoned combat skills—flawless, with no openings.

If not for his superior cultivation, the Demon Lord might not have been able to land a single blow.

Now, he no longer held any contempt for Su Luo.

As for Su Luo, the East Extreme Demon Lord wasn’t too bad—at least easier to fight than Nangong Xiyun. Whether in skill or power, the Demon Lord was no match for her. Even among Mahayana cultivators, there were gaps.

At first, the East Extreme Demon Lord thought victory was possible. But the more he struck, the more damage he took himself—it was infuriating.

His injuries piled up, yet his opponent showed no signs of slowing down.

Su Luo was taking just as much damage, so why did it seem like the Demon Lord would collapse first?

The East Extreme Demon Lord couldn’t make sense of it.

But Su Luo understood. Though he could replicate his opponent’s strength, he had to conserve energy—otherwise, he’d exhaust himself too quickly.

To save energy, his attacks lacked finishing power, so he abandoned defense entirely, relying on counter-damage to amplify his offense.

He tanked the hits head-on.

The East Extreme Demon Lord soon realized Su Luo’s strategy and felt insulted.

"Fine. Bring it on. Let’s see who falls first."