On the fighting platform
Seeing that he couldn't defeat Murong Yu, whose cultivation was only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, Li Fei became furious, his face turning red, and his attacks became increasingly frequent and rapid.
On the dueling platform, the two fought at an increasingly faster pace.
Not only the mortals below the stage, but also the cultivators with lower cultivation levels around them could no longer see the figures of the two on the dueling platform.
Li Fei's eyes were bloodshot, and his sword strikes were cunning, swift, and ruthless.
However, when his attack, through his magic sword, struck Murong Yu's ordinary sword...
Murong Yu's ordinary sword was undamaged, while his magical sword was quite damaged.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Qihua, who had been sitting on the golden throne watching the show, put away his playful smile and became serious.
His gaze was fixed on Murong Yu's sword on the dueling platform.
The sword in Murong Yu's hand shimmered with crimson-gold light, exuding extraordinary power and being of exceptional quality.
He had seen Murong Yu draw his sword earlier.
At the time, it was just an ordinary sword, nothing special.
Even among ordinary swords, it can only be considered of average quality.
Unexpectedly, after being covered with a layer of crimson-gold light, its power increased dramatically in an instant.
It was actually able to contend with the magic sword. If he hadn't witnessed the whole thing, he would have suspected that Murong Yu had used a different sword instead.
He knew about Li Fei's magic sword; it was a mid-grade fourth-tier magic sword bestowed upon him by his father.
The sword in Murong Yu's hand was clearly of a much higher grade than Li Fei's magic sword.
Zhang Qihua was secretly alarmed, thinking, "Could it be that I misjudged him this time? This poor, down-on-his-luck guy actually has powerful connections?"
"The sword in his hand is at least a high-grade fourth-rank sword, or even higher."
"Or perhaps, it was some treasure he unexpectedly obtained..."
Zhang Qihua's thoughts were in turmoil, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he stared at the sword in Murong Yu's hand, revealing a malicious smile.
Zhang Qihua's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he plotted to capture Murong Yu after the battle and seize the sword or some other unknown treasure from him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qihua's eyes gleamed with a determined light, and he grinned maliciously.
In the crowd, Ao Bupa felt his blood boil when the sword in Murong Yu's hand was covered with a crimson-gold light.
He felt an urge to submit, sensing the pressure emanating from the superior bloodline.
Ao Bupa stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth wide, too shocked to speak.
Suppressing his shock and excitement, he pondered to himself, "Could it be that Murong Yu is also a half-demon?"
"He sensed it. The aura of the dragon race emanating from Murong Yu's sword was that of a fellow dragon, yet it was far more majestic and imposing than the aura emanating from him."
This wasn't the first time Ao Bupa had encountered someone of his own kind. In fact, he was born in the demon realm and had lived there for over ten years.
However, when he was a child, he encountered pure-blooded dragon demon cultivators who looked down on Ao and were not afraid of his half-demon bloodline.
Among them, Ao Bupa not only didn't feel any kinship, but was also subjected to a lot of exclusion and ridicule.
Among them, the one that impressed him the most was a black dragon from the Jiao clan who called himself the Boss Jiao.
They were close in age, but the other was a pure-blooded dragon demon cultivator, arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable. Because he looked down on his half-demon bloodline, he always bullied him.
He was so badly beaten that he developed psychological trauma.
Even now, just thinking about that demon occasionally still gives me the creeps.
Ao Bupa thought to himself, "Fortunately, now that Boss Jiao is in the Demon Realm and I am in the Cultivation Realm, I don't think we'll run into each other again."
However, Murong Yu is different from them.
He is not a pure demon; he only has a trace of demon blood in him.
Ao Bupa has half human blood, one-quarter Jiaolong blood, and one-quarter dragon blood.
He guessed that Murong Yu might be like him, possessing only a quarter, or even less, of the dragon bloodline.
Although the pressure contained within its bloodline is very strong, it must be the offspring of a high-ranking bloodline among the dragons.
However, even so, he is still a half-demon.
Even in the demon realm, they will still face exclusion, suppression, ridicule, and humiliation.
However, it would be different if they were in their half-demon sect.
The Half-Demon Sect was a small sect founded by Ao Bupa and Aunt Liu.
Although it's called a small sect, it actually only has a few members with half-demon bloodlines.
The Half-Demon Sect specifically takes in human cultivators with half-demon bloodlines, just like them.
It is a place of refuge for cultivators with half-demon bloodlines.
Ao Bupa looked at Murong Yu, who was dashing and imposing on the dueling platform.
As a feeling of admiration arose in my heart, a thought involuntarily arose.
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