Ji Mofan had no time to ponder what Xiao Wangyan was thinking as he looked at him; he was completely focused on the battle against the demon general before him.
If he actually heard that, he would probably be speechless.
Who could come up with such a bizarre idea as dressing icicles in cotton-padded coats?
Solving the first problem was relatively easy for Jimo Fan.
This demon general not only has a fiery temper, but also happens to be a fire attribute, which is completely countered by Ji Mo Fan at the same level. Fighting him wouldn't even be enough to satisfy his teeth.
The assessment was that, apart from the demonic energy being somewhat disgusting and occasionally causing him to have difficulty breathing during the fight, it was not as good as having Ning Weisheng stand opposite him to fight.
At least Ning Weisheng was relatively familiar with his sword moves, so he wouldn't be caught off guard in a fight.
The Demon General had been arrogant for too long, so he underestimated his opponent as soon as he entered the arena. After being taken advantage of by Ji Mo Fan in a few moves, he became even more unstable and made many mistakes in the fight.
"Your Majesty, I'm just not used to my suddenly weakened physique!" The demon general was sent flying out of the circle drawn by Xiao Wangyan by Ji Mofan. He stood up and still argued his case with considerable indignation.
It makes sense, because even an ordinary person would inevitably make mistakes if they suddenly had sandbags tied to their hands and feet and were asked to box.
But Xiao Wangyan clearly didn't accept his explanation and pointed at him from afar, saying, "Useless."
The demon general was speechless.
A powerful demon general from a powerful fiefdom was defeated by a mere twenty-year-old righteous youth.
That's really embarrassing.
He slunk away, head bowed, and returned to his original spot.
After the battle was completely over and his body cooled down, he belatedly felt an overwhelming sense of shame.
I also felt extremely scared afterwards.
This is just a mere twenty-year-old newcomer in the cultivation world. He had heard that a so-called Dao Asking Conference is held there every four years, and this Ji Mo Fan only won third place on the Heavenly Ranking in one of the competitions.
If all the victors from their millennia-long history were gathered together, their strength would be terrifying.
Is the idea of the Demon Realm wanting to start another war with the Immortal Cultivation Realm really the right thing to do?
Xiao Wangyan paid no attention to what his demon generals were deep in thought. He casually waved his hand to restore the damaged floor in the hall, and then his gaze fell with interest on the other demon generals who had been watching from the side.
"Next, who wants to come?" he asked.
Ji Mofan stood at the farthest end, his head slightly lowered, his breathing a little unsteady.
He didn't win that battle easily.
Taking advantage of his opponent's underestimation of him, he used more spiritual power to finish the battle quickly.
Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for him.
Given Xiao Wangyan's tendency to stir up trouble, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely have Ji Mofanzhen and all fourteen demon generals present beaten up.
The people behind him may not all be as reckless as the first one; he should conserve his energy.
However, the spiritual energy in the surrounding air was extremely thin, and only a tiny wisp could be used from each breath he inhaled. Occasionally, the circulation of his spiritual energy would become sluggish.
Fortunately, we can manage for now.
"Your Excellency, I request permission to fight." Suddenly, a demonic cultivator stepped forward from the crowd, bowed his head, and cupped his hands towards Xiao Wangyan, who was in a high position.
Xiao Wangyan casually waved his hand, and the person turned around.
Ji Mo Fan only then realized that this was the demon general who had dealt with a rampaging monster during the dance troupe's parade the day before.
The group of demonic cultivators seemed to call him Wu Qi.
He was an earth-elemental demonic cultivator, and his weapon was a Yin-Yang Halberd that was eight zhang long.
He stepped forward and stood in the circle drawn by Xiao Wangyan, and surprisingly gave Ji Mofan a respectful cupped-hand salute.
Please enlighten me.
Ji Mofan couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.
Demonic cultivators rarely give the righteous path a friendly look, and they are unwilling to even put on a show of politeness.
Because it's unnecessary. The principle that good and evil cannot coexist is a universal truth throughout history. Engaging in pointless superficial efforts will not bring any substantial benefits to oneself.
It's true that Ji Mofan had some prejudice against demonic cultivators. After all, whether it was the records he read in ancient books or the demonic cultivators he personally witnessed during his previous life's campaigns, they were all lawless and self-centered madmen.
But I am also willing to believe what I see and nurture small acts of kindness.
With a smooth motion, Ji Mofan drew a semi-circle with the Snow Sword in his hand, then twirled the sword behind his back and bowed in return.
The next moment, the two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time.
Etiquette is etiquette, and warfare is warfare.
The sounds of clashing weapons filled the air, and Wu Qi's moves were even more skillful and refined than those of the demon general before. Ji Mo Fan dared not spare a thought, otherwise that Yin-Yang Halberd would surely smash something on his body.
Not only did he have to be constantly wary of the weapon in his hand, but his earth-attribute magic would also occasionally conjure up obstacles made of clods of earth from the ground. While dealing with him, Ji Mo Fan also had to wield his sword to cut down these troublesome things.
It was rare for me to be so flustered by this tactic of harassing the enemy.
As a result, he accidentally created an opening. Even though Ji Mofan managed to pull back the Embracing Snow Sword and launch a defensive attack in time, this hasty attempt to salvage the situation was ultimately powerless. It only briefly halted the momentum of the Yin-Yang Halberd coming down.
The sword energy cracked like ice, scattering across the ground.
Seeing Wu Qi swing the Yin-Yang Halberd down at him with the force of tearing through the air, Ji Mo Fan gritted his teeth and suddenly bent backward.
His body was bent into an almost impossible arc as the Yin-Yang Halberd struck his flowing hair. Several strands of his delicate black hair were immediately shattered and blown a short distance away by the wind stirred up by the demonic energy.
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