Chapter 14004 The Defeat of the Young Demon King

Chapter 14004 The Defeat of the Young Demon King

These words were like sharp daggers, mercilessly piercing the young demon king's pride, yet they were also like a beacon, illuminating those neglected corners deep within his heart.

He began to reflect on his shortcomings and realized that he had been relying too much on his strength and neglecting the true meaning of martial arts.

The young demon king slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all external distractions, as if placing himself in a silent universe.

He carefully sensed the subtle changes in the airflow around him. Every wisp of wind was like a melody played by nature, softly singing in his ear; every vibration of the air seemed like a mysterious message transmitted between heaven and earth, clearly emerging in his mind.

He seemed to have merged with the heavens and earth, becoming a part of the universe, able to detect every possible location of Ling Xiao and predict every attack he might make.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze became incredibly sharp, as if it could penetrate all illusions and see directly into the essence of things.

The branch in his hand seemed to sense his determination and fighting spirit, trembling slightly and emitting a soft buzzing sound.

The branch swung out faster, creating a whooshing sound, like a black lightning bolt, swiftly piercing towards Lingxiao.

Wherever the branches passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound, as if the heavens and earth were roaring in anger at his attack.

But Ling Xiao simply raised his hand slightly, the movement seemingly casual and easy, yet containing an indescribable mystery.

An invisible burst of energy erupted from his fingertips. The energy seemed gentle, but it contained tremendous power, like a surging tide, instantly knocking the young demon king back three steps.

The young demon king felt a powerful force surge towards him like a tidal wave, and his body fell backward uncontrollably, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground.

He barely managed to steady himself when a surge of blood welled up in his chest, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your attack is interesting, but it's a pity you refuse to use your true strength. It's meaningless against me."

Ling Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as calm as a deep lake, without a ripple.

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable authority, as if he were a high and mighty deity looking down upon all things in the world.

The young demon king knelt on one knee, his blood dripping onto the bluestone slab, spreading out like bright red plum blossoms.

The red plum blossoms bloomed on the bluestone slabs, like a poignant yet magnificent painting.

He slightly raised his head and looked up at the azure sky, where a few white clouds drifted by, like free spirits dancing gracefully.

A sudden realization surged within him. For a long time, he had been obsessed with defeating everyone and pursuing supreme power and glory, but he had gradually forgotten the true essence of martial arts.

Martial arts is not just about defeating opponents, but also about transcending oneself and exploring the true meaning of life.

He was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, only knowing how to use brute force to ram the cage, but ignoring that the key to open the cage was actually in his own hands.

"I lost."

The young demon king slowly rose to his feet. Although his body swayed slightly, his eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

He gently brushed the dust off his body, as if brushing away the restlessness and confusion of the past.

A brighter light ignited in his eyes than before—a dedication to martial arts, an indomitable fighting spirit, and a yearning and longing for the future.

"But I want to fight again. This time, I won't be bound by my obsession."

The young demon king gripped the branch tightly in his hand, and the branch seemed to come alive in his grasp, trembling slightly as if cheering for his determination.

His eyes burned with an indomitable spirit as he loudly challenged Ling Xiao before him, his voice echoing in the air for a long time.

The powerful demons and monsters watching from the sidelines held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the arena, as if afraid of missing any detail.

They had never seen their Demon King so disheveled, beaten so badly by his opponent that he was powerless to fight back. His blood-stained clothes and staggering figure shocked and saddened them. Yet they had never seen such a bright fighting spirit in his eyes, a desire for victory, a challenge to himself, and a reverence and love for martial arts.

The atmosphere on the training ground was as tense as the calm before a storm, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

All eyes were focused on the young demon king and Ling Xiao, their gazes filled with anticipation, curiosity, and tension, as if their every move tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

The young demon king clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He tried to keep his voice calm, but the slight tremor at the end betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes unblinking, trying to discern even the slightest hint of panic or disdain from his impassive expression.

However, Ling Xiao's face was like a cold stone, without the slightest change in expression. His deep eyes seemed to hold endless secrets, making him unfathomable.

However, Ling Xiao gently shook his head. The gesture was casual, yet it struck the young demon king's heart like a heavy hammer.

His tone was calm, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "Although you have gained some understanding and your strength has improved, you are still no match for me."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, instantly making the young demon king's face turn extremely ugly.

"I advise you to take this seriously. Playing like this is pointless."

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint hint of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.

"Your understanding, in my eyes, is like a child learning to walk—wobbly and haphazard."

"If you want to defeat me, you can only rely on your cultivation level and divine weapon. But with your current cultivation level and the power of the divine weapon that you haven't fully mastered yet, what can you do to me?"

The young demon king's face was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied.

His chest heaved violently, clearly struggling to suppress his inner rage.

After a long while, he gritted his teeth, the sound seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "I lost, I admit defeat."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not attack your Batian City within the next three years."

"But I will not let you go after three years. If you still do not submit, I will raze this place to the ground and turn it into ruins!"

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he could already see the scene of Batian City falling three years later.