Just as the Demon Generals were having all sorts of speculations, they heard Xiao Wangyan suddenly speak.
"I called you here to stretch your muscles," he said. "Since you entered the Demon Realm, you haven't really had a proper fight, have you?"
“Perfect, I have a bunch of live targets with excess energy here.”
His tone was clearly smiling, but it sounded like maggots crawling over your back, leaving a sticky, cold, and eerie feeling.
"How about you take turns sparring with them?"
The hall fell silent for a moment, even breathing became so soft as to be barely audible.
The demon generals couldn't help but exchange glances, and they all saw similar emotions in their colleagues' eyes.
What, the Venerable One has fallen for a righteous person? This person is indeed as unpredictable and wicked as ever.
Let alone letting them take turns fighting, even the weakest among all the demon generals present is a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if they can't crush a Nascent Soul cultivator, victory is just a matter of minutes.
His Majesty clearly just wanted to find a new way to torment him to death.
Ji Mo Fan Chu was also slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
What exactly is Xiao Wangyan thinking?
If you just want to see him die, why bother putting on this pretentious show?
Even if he used all his trump cards, he probably wouldn't last even half an hour against these demon generals.
If he's just looking for fun...
Ji Mo Fan remained silent for a short while.
It seemed like they were weighing the pros and cons, or simply stalling for time.
"What? Is this renowned rising star in the cultivation world actually such a coward who fears death?"
Upon hearing Xiao Wangyan's words, one of the impatient demon generals stepped forward to provoke him, saying, "Let me have a go at you first!"
The body's subconscious reaction was faster than the brain's. The spiritual power that had not been used for a long time still flowed nimbly in the meridians. The Snow Embracing Sword obeyed its master's command for the first time in a long time, and with a whoosh, it blocked Ji Mofan's way with a cold and hard air wave.
With a clang, the weapons clashed, the metallic sound ringing out.
The demon general wielding a meteor hammer retreated swiftly after his first move, and upon landing, he seemed incredulous as he stumbled back several more steps.
"How could this be..." He stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Ji Mofan gripped the sword hilt tightly and narrowed his eyes.
How interesting! Based on his senses just now, the aura emanating from this demonic cultivator was roughly at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
But at the moment of close combat, his aura inexplicably changed to that of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
That's exactly how it is, no more, no less, just right, at the same level as him.
"You righteous dog! Are you carrying some filthy stuff to trip me up?" The demon general pointed his meteor hammer at Ji Mofan and started cursing.
Ji Mofan merely glanced at him indifferently.
“I don’t have that ability,” he said.
His gaze shifted upwards, landing on Xiao Wangyan, who sat there nonchalantly, even beckoning a maid to bring him some small berries.
"It was done by your esteemed ruler."
At this point, Ji Mofan couldn't help but chuckle.
They suppressed his opponent's strength, but then set up a clearly unfair rule like a series of matches.
It was a testament to Ji Mo Fan's ability to survive; even if he didn't, he would at least have provided him with some amusement.
This is retaliation for his previous cold shoulder.
He couldn't just turn around and leave now, otherwise he would lose face for Xiao Wangyan in front of so many demon generals. Even if he still wanted to keep him as a plaything, he would have to kill him in order to maintain his authority.
However... staying isn't entirely a bad thing for Jimo Fan.
Apart from the bandits who came to rob them, they traveled quickly and safely under Miao Miao's guidance, giving Ji Mofan no chance to use their skills in actual combat.
But now, Xiao Wangyan has personally delivered an absolutely perfect opportunity for sparring to Ji Mofan.
Those who have been able to hold the position of Demon General for so long are all demon cultivators with rich combat experience, and their strength has been suppressed to the same level as Ji Mofan.
If it weren't for the rule of the gauntlet battle, he would almost have thought that Xiao Wangyan was intentionally trying to help him train by saying that.
The demon general glanced back at the demon lord on the throne with some surprise, then turned back with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Even if you're only at the Nascent Soul stage, I can easily turn you into the foundation of a demon palace!" He gripped the iron chain in his hands and suddenly tightened it into a straight line between his fists.
The metal emitted a crisp clang, and dark demonic energy instantly enveloped it, burning vigorously like flames.
The meteor hammer came crashing down, but struck the soft carpeted floor, leaving only a fleeting afterimage of the person who had been standing there.
Ji Mo Fan flipped over and leaped up, lightly touching the meteor hammer with his toes.
The cold air instantly dissipated, and the hammer was immediately driven into the ground by this seemingly light kick. The floor tiles under the blanket made a clear cracking sound, and dust flew out and spread.
Xiao Wangyan watched them fight in the prince with great interest, while eating berries.
I must say, watching righteous people fight is really entertaining.
Regardless of its attribute, demonic energy is always dark in color. Even if the pose is perfect, its dull gray color makes it unappealing.
In the main city, whenever someone fights in a ring, it attracts a large crowd of onlookers, mainly because those people have an innate interest in killing.
The spiritual energy is different; the resulting color is much lighter and brighter.
But there's one thing that doesn't look very good.
Xiao Wangyan bit into the pit of a berry, and the bitter and astringent taste spread in his mouth.
Every time Ji Mofan leaped forward to swing his sword, the large movements would cause the shawl on his shoulder to flutter. The openwork clothing perfectly revealed his well-defined, muscular back, and near his neck, the edges of the bandages could be vaguely seen.
Those were wounds he had inflicted on himself in order to rebel against Xiao Wangyan.
A subtle displeasure spread through Xiao Wangyan's heart.
He interpreted it as the novelty and frustration stemming from never having encountered someone with Ji Mofan's attitude before.
I should get him some warm clothes when we get back, Xiao Wangyan thought to himself.
Ice elemental energy is so cold, what if I freeze to death if I don't cover myself up properly?
Nascent soul babies are so fragile.
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