When Zhang Shaozhong said this, even the Demon Lord was stunned.

"Kid, are you crazy?"

The Demon Lord frowned, "There's a whole realm difference between the late-stage Nascent Soul and the late-stage Spirit Transformation stage!"

Master Xuanji laughed loudly, "You overestimate yourself! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

Ling Qingxue hurriedly pulled Zhang Shaozhong back: "Husband! Don't be impulsive!"

Ye Meier also became anxious: "Husband! Let my father come!"

Zhang Shaozhong shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth—the oppressive aura of Xuanji Zhenren's anger had already caused him internal injuries.

"I must fight this battle myself."

He stared at Xuanji Zhenren, "For my parents, and also... to seek justice."

Master Xuanji sneered and waved his hand casually.

A seemingly light palm strike carries an overwhelming force.

Zhang Shaozhong channeled his chaotic energy to the fullest extent, and the Frost Sword met the attack head-on.

boom!

The two forces collided, and Zhang Shaozhong was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a pillar in the main hall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"My husband!"

Ling Qingxue tried to rush over, but was held back by the Demon Lord.

"Let him hit him."

A hint of admiration flashed in the Demon Lord's blood-red eyes, "This kid has guts."

Master Xuanji stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed: "You dare to challenge me with such meager skills?"

Zhang Shaozhong leaned on his sword to get up, wiped the blood from his face, and smiled: "This is just the beginning."

He charged forward again, but this time he was smarter. He no longer confronted the enemy head-on, but instead used the properties of the chaotic energy to fight back.

The perfect fusion of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique and Chaotic Energy made his movements unpredictable and elusive.

But the difference in their levels is too great.

Xuanji Zhenren's every move put him in grave danger, and he quickly sustained several wounds.

"Too weak."

Master Xuanji shook his head, "It's all been for nothing that I've nurtured you."

As he spoke, he struck out with another palm.

This seemingly slow palm strike sealed off all escape routes.

Zhang Shaozhong had no choice but to face the challenge head-on.

The chaotic energy condensed into a shield in front of him, but it was shattered by a single palm strike.

He coughed up blood again and flew backward, this time without even the strength to stand up.

"game over."

Master Xuanji slowly raised his hand, preparing to deliver the killing blow.

"stop!"

Ling Qingxue finally broke free from the Demon Lord and stood in front of Zhang Shaozhong, pleading, "Master! Please spare him!"

Night Enchantress rushed over, shouting, "You old bastard! If you dare kill him, my Demon Realm will fight you to the death!"

Master Xuanji looked at the two women protecting Zhang Shaozhong and suddenly laughed: "Interesting. Since you care about him so much, I will torture him slowly in front of you."

With a flick of his finger, he sent a burst of true energy into Zhang Shaozhong's body.

Zhang Shaozhong suddenly felt as if he were being pricked by thousands of needles all over his body, and curled up in pain.

"My husband!"

Ling Qingxue cried as she channeled her inner energy into him, only to find that her inner energy was repelled as soon as it entered.

Enraged, Ye Meier unleashed her full power of the Nine Netherworld Demonic Flames upon Xuanji Zhenren.

But Master Xuanji simply waved his hand and sent her flying.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Master Xuanji sneered and injected another stream of true energy into Zhang Shaozhong's body.

This time it was extreme cold; Zhang Shaozhong was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, with only his eyes still able to move.

"don't want!"

Ling Qingxue threw herself onto the ice sculpture, trying to melt the ice with her body heat, but she ended up shivering from the cold as well.

The Demon Lord finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Xuanji! What kind of skill is it to bully juniors? If you've got the guts, fight me!"

Master Xuanji glanced at him: "What's the rush? After we deal with this traitor, you'll be next."

He walked up to the ice sculpture and looked at Zhang Shaozhong inside: "Do you know why I chose you? Because you have a chaotic body, the best vessel. Once you master the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique, you will become a puppet that only obeys my commands. What a pity, you are too disobedient."

Zhang Shaozhong stared intently at him from inside the ice, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Not convinced?" Master Xuanji laughed, raising his hand to shatter the ice sculpture.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

The ice sculpture suddenly cracked, and Zhang Shaozhong's body erupted with dazzling chaotic light.

Within that light, the faint silhouette of a giant dragon could be seen.

“This is…” Master Xuanji’s expression changed.

Zhang Shaozhong slowly stood up, his white hair moving without wind.

His aura was rising wildly, and he was actually faintly touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage!

"Thank you for your help, senior."

Zhang Shaozhong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "If it weren't for those few blows from you just now, I wouldn't have been able to refine the Chaos Origin within my body so quickly."

It turns out that he had been using the power of Xuanji Zhenren to accelerate the refining of the chaotic energy he had obtained in the secret realm!

Master Xuanji was both shocked and furious: "You brat, how dare you use me!"

He unleashed his full power, and the pressure of his late-stage Nascent Soul stage caused the entire hall to collapse.

This time, however, Zhang Shaozhong neither dodged nor evaded. Chaotic energy condensed into a giant dragon in front of him, roaring as he charged forward.

Rumble—!

This time, the two were evenly matched!

"How is this possible?!"

Master Xuanji could not believe it.

Zhang Shaozhong was panting heavily. Although he was still at a disadvantage, he was at least able to put up a fight.

"Father, Mother..." he murmured to himself, "Today, your son will avenge you!"

The battle broke out again.

This time, it was even more devastating.