Witch, please have some self-respect!

Shen Yao sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, dressed in white as snow, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing even.

Under the nourishment of the rain, her pale cheeks regained their color, her depleted blood and energy rapidly recovered, the surging sea of ​​blood gradually calmed down, and the dim true meaning of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment once again shone with a purple-gold light.

With the help of the previous hour of rest and recuperation, Shen Yao quickly recovered to her peak condition.

She opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the dark figure in the arena challenge area.

Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his black battle armor gleaming with a dark golden luster under the light of the runes on the arena.

His face was angular, with sharp eyebrows that slanted upwards towards his temples, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

His gaze met Shen Yao's gaze in the air above the arena.

There were no extra words.

Shen Yun leaped into the air like a crimson lightning bolt, tearing through the air on the arena and landing several feet in front of Shen Yao.

The dark black combat boots pounded on the gray stone surface, producing a dull thud that made the arena tremble slightly.

Behind him, the illusory image of the Flame Demon surged, its demonic flames reaching the heavens.

Shen Yao stood up, her white robes as white as snow, spotless.

She was enveloped in a purple-gold divine light, which was not a gift from the relics, but a manifestation of her own bloodline and true meaning.

In the divine light, her face was noble, holy, and inviolable, like a goddess descending from the heavens to the mortal world.

Her long hair moved without wind, each strand shimmering with a purple-gold light.

Between her brows, a vertical line faintly glowed, the afterglow leaking from the Eye of Heavenly Punishment before it was fully opened.

"Flame Demon King".

She spoke, her voice clear and cold like ice water striking stone, carrying an air of superior indifference, as well as a long-suppressed fighting spirit.

"You've come at the right time. Although you had some tricks up your sleeve last time, this time I'm at my peak. Let me show you my true strength!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her divine light suddenly surged, and a purple-gold radiance shot into the sky, illuminating the entire arena.

Behind her, the true meaning of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment manifested, and the huge vertical pupil slowly opened. There was no eyeball in the pupil, only chaos.

Chaos surged, like the primordial chaos before the creation of heaven and earth, like the nothingness before the birth of all things.

In the chaos, one could vaguely see thunder roaring, flames burning, ice condensing, and storms raging.

The four forces alternated and flowed, arising and ceasing, exuding a chilling majesty.

Shen Yun's expression remained unchanged, while crimson flames surged around his body.

It was not the crimson flame of the Crimson Sky-Burning Seal bestowed by the relics, but rather the demonic flame of the Flame Demon King, simulated by the Deceitful Mask.

The flames were reddish-black, with hints of crimson, like magma that had flowed deep underground for millennia, scorching and violent, heavy and tyrannical.

Demonic flames surged from his body, forming a dark red halo around him, which slightly distorted the runes on the arena's stone surface.

"peak?"

Shen Yun spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an undisguised arrogance.

"Then let me see how many of my moves your so-called peak can withstand."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

With a single step, the jet-black combat boots struck the stone surface, creating a visible shockwave.

His figure was like a cannonball, tearing through the air with an indomitable momentum, rushing straight towards Shen Yao.

His right fist was clenched tightly, and the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal condensed on the surface of his fist.

Crimson light intertwined with jet-black armor, and a faint phantom of a fiery demon roared on the surface of his fist.

It was a perfect fusion of true intent and physical body, combat techniques and power, and one of Shen Yun's strongest killing methods in this ruin.

Shen Yao did not retreat.

A glint of fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand, throwing a punch in response.

A purple-gold divine light condensed on her fist, and four powers—thunder, fire, ice, and storm—burst forth simultaneously, transforming into a chaotic light that blasted towards Shen Yun's fist.

The fists collided.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The purple-gold chaotic light and the crimson fire of the demonic flames exploded above the arena, transforming into visible shockwaves that spread in all directions.

The shockwave struck the arena's light screen, creating ripples, and then hit the stone surface of the arena, scraping off a layer of fine stone dust.

Shen Yao took three steps back, while Shen Yun took one step back.

Shen Yao's pupils contracted slightly.

That punch she just threw used 99% of her strength, fully amplified by the true meaning of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, and the chaotic light swept away everything in its path.

But Shen Yun caught it effortlessly, and only took one step back.

Just how strong is his physical body?

Shen Yao gritted her teeth and no longer held back.

Her figure flickered on the arena, and the purple-gold light traced mysterious paths in the void.

Her fists, palms, fingers, and legs—every strike carried the judgmental power of the Eye of Heaven's Punishment, each strike enough to blast a mountain into dust.

Shen Yun advanced instead of retreating, each strike carrying the ferocity and domineering power of the Flame Demon's true intent, each strike causing Shen Yao's blood and qi to surge and her tiger's mouth to go numb.

His speed was astonishing, his strength was absurdly heavy, and his body was as hard as divine iron.

With each punch and palm strike, Shen Yao could clearly feel her bones groaning, her muscles trembling, and her blood surging.

In a head-on confrontation, she discovered that even at her peak, she was no match for Shen Yun.

Especially her opponent's physical body, which was incredibly strong, put her at a significant disadvantage in a direct confrontation.

Shen Yao withdrew abruptly.

She stood in mid-air on the arena, her feet three feet off the ground, her white clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

Her expression was solemn, her gaze sharp as knives, and the vertical line between her brows shone brightly.

He then formed hand seals, runes swirled around his body, and behind him, chaos and laws seemed to intertwine, emitting a deep and long hum.

"Divine punishment, judgment!"

Her magical power surged, her blood and qi boiled, and the true meaning of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment was being frantically activated.

Her eyes suddenly snapped open.

It's not simply opening or closing your eyes, but the complete opening of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.

The vertical line between her brows split open, revealing a real, flesh-and-blood vertical pupil on her forehead.

Its vertical pupils were purplish-gold, and within them surged chaos, with four forces—thunder, fire, ice, and storm—swirling wildly, like a miniature universe circling between birth and destruction.

The true meaning of the Eye of Divine Punishment has been fully manifested.

The moment that vertical pupil opened, an ancient and majestic aura emanated from the depths of Shen Yao's bloodline.

That is the primordial power of the Celestial Race, a gift from the gods, and the authority to punish on behalf of Heaven.

Wherever the vertical pupils looked, the void froze, all things fell silent, and even the runes on the arena dimmed.

"Flame Demon King".

Shen Yao's voice came from the void, icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"You really think you're invincible in this secret realm?"

The chaotic light in the vertical pupil began to condense, transforming into a thick, purple-gold pillar of light. Within the pillar, four forces—thunder, fire, ice, and storm—flowed alternately, radiating a terrifying aura capable of destroying the world.

That was the ultimate killing move of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, Chaos Judgment.

In the legends of the Celestial Race, this strike is enough to completely obliterate the souls of cultivators of the same level.

This is a battle technique hidden within the true essence of bloodline, which cannot be completely sealed in this semi-mysterious realm.

Shen Yun was fearless.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice echoing across the land.

His body was engulfed in raging crimson flames that shot skyward, changing from dark red to crimson, and from crimson to gold. The color was changing, the temperature was rising, and the power was increasing.

The enormous phantom of the Flame Demon behind him suddenly expanded, from several feet to ten feet, and from ten feet to dozens of feet, standing like a burning mountain in the center of the arena.

The Flame Demon roared to the sky.

The roar shattered the clouds high in the sky, tore apart the dome above the arena, and caused the arena's light screen to tremble violently.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the air was torn apart, the runes were shattered, and even the stone surface of the arena was cracked in circles.

It seemed as if it wanted to tear the entire sky apart.

The illusory image of the Flame Demon merged with Shen Yun himself.

It wasn't a blessing, it wasn't possession, but rather that he *is* the Flame Demon, and the Flame Demon *is* him.

In the past few days, through its interaction with Shen Yun's divine sense, the Deceitful Face had completely integrated the true essence of the magma troll that it had absorbed from the stone golem into the true essence of the fire demon that it had simulated.

At this moment, the illusory image of the Flame Demon behind him was no longer a simple image of light and shadow, but a complete and independent manifestation of true meaning, with flesh and blood, soul and spirit.

Shen Yun raised his hand.

Within the sea of ​​blood, the illusory Crimson Heavenly Palace suddenly trembled, spewing forth endless crimson-gold light.

The light shot up from the sea of ​​blood, passed through his flesh and meridians, and burst forth from his palm, transforming into a pillar of fire that pierced through heaven and earth.

The pillar of fire, thick as a dragon, hurtled straight toward Shenyao.

At the same time, the illusory image of the Flame Demon also raised its hand and unleashed a pillar of fire.

The two pillars of fire intertwined, merged, and condensed in mid-air, transforming into a thicker, hotter, and more violent crimson-gold pillar of light.

On one side was the Chaos Judgment, where the purple-gold light of chaos illuminated the heavens and the earth, thunder roared, flames burned, ice froze, and storms raged.

That was divine punishment, judgment, and destruction.

On one side, the sky was ablaze with crimson flames, golden pillars of fire consumed everything, magma surged, and demonic flames raged, even distorting and warping the void itself.

Two supreme forces collided fiercely above the arena.

"boom--!!!"

No sound.

It's not that there's no sound, but rather that the sound is too loud, exceeding the limits of what the human ear can hear.

For a brief moment, everyone on the stage experienced a temporary loss of hearing.

The world fell silent, a deathly stillness reigned, and within that stillness, two forces were locked in a frenzied struggle, tearing and devouring.

Purple-gold and crimson-gold intertwine, chaos and blazing heavens collide.

The arena trembled, the light screen flickered, and the runes shattered.

The cultivators outside the arena covered their ears tightly, some even bleeding from their seven orifices.

One hundred tricks.

After a hundred moves, Shen Yun withstood all one hundred of Shen Yao's moves.

His understanding of the Celestial Race's Heavenly Punishment Chaos Divine Light progressed from unfamiliarity to familiarity, and from familiarity to comprehension.

The essence of that power, chaos, untamed chaos, is destructive, violent, and unstable.

However, Shenyao's Eye of Heavenly Punishment can extract the power of judgment from chaos, transforming the violent and unstable chaos into a controllable and manageable means of killing.

Indeed sharp, indeed domineering.

But not enough.

Shen Yun saw through the flaw in Chaos Judgment on the 103rd move.

The core of the power of Chaos Judgment lies in the vertical pupil, not within Shen Yao's body.

Although the power of the vertical pupil is strong, there is a brief interval after each release, which is the pause for the power of chaos to recombine.

Although that gap was less than a breath, it was enough for Shen Yun.

He avoided the direct confrontation with the Chaos Judgment, his figure like a ghost, cutting in from the side.

Jian Chun's true meaning erupted in full force, a rare occurrence, and was used to strengthen the Crimson Sky Burning Seal condensing in his palm. On the seal, the first thing drawn was the roaring phantom of the Flame Demon, with its demonic flames reaching the heavens.

"break!"

Shen Yun let out a low shout, and the large seal blasted out.

The crimson-gold pillar of fire reached its peak at this moment, roaring like a giant dragon as it crashed into Shen Yao.

The pillar of light from the Chaos Judgment shattered piece by piece under the impact of the pillar of fire.

The purplish-gold chaotic light melted away inch by inch, like thin ice meeting raging fire. Thunder was devoured by flames, flames were torn apart by thunder, ice was melted by life, and storms were suppressed by magma.

The beam of light pierced through Shen Yao's defenses with overwhelming force, crashing into the purple-gold light barrier in front of her.

The light screen trembled violently, cracked, and then shattered.

Shen Yao retreated rapidly, her white clothes scorched with several blackened holes by the aftershocks of the fire pillar.

Her face was as pale as paper, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and an expression of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

The opponent's Flame Demon seemed to encompass all things even more than her Chaos, and in the end, it even melted the Chaos itself.

Her vertical pupil, the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, throbbed violently between her brows, as if enduring unimaginable backlash, before finally closing slowly.

Shen Yun stopped his stance and stood still.

The crimson flames subsided, the phantom of the Flame Demon vanished, and the runes on the dark black armor dimmed.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena. On the gray-white stone surface, the jade pendant bearing the inscription slowly rotated above his head, scattering crimson-gold light.

He looked up at the jade pendant, then looked down at Shen Yao.

"Your peak is nothing more than this."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, echoing across the empty arena.

The tone was calm and even, without any sarcasm or contempt; it was simply stating a fact.

He did not make another move.

It's not that it's impossible, but that it's unnecessary.

Defeating Shen Yao on the arena is easy, but killing Shen Yao is impossible.

The rules of the arena dictate that if the defending champion decides to concede defeat, the arena will automatically teleport them out, and no one can stop it.

Although Shen Yao was injured, she was far from being unable to admit defeat.

If she wants to leave, he can't stop her.

It's better to save your energy.

After all, he had to defend the title for a whole day, which was twelve hours and twelve battles.

Who knows if even stronger opponents will appear later?

Even if a ruthless opponent emerges, they should still have some reserves and not want to use their trump card of combining three seals.

I don't want to use any other cards.

Shen Yao stood at the edge of the arena, her white clothes torn, her long hair disheveled, and a trace of blood still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Shen Yun with a complex expression, a mixture of anger and resentment. This man's strength was probably no less than that of Shi Shenzi.

"Due to the restrictions imposed by the rules of the legacy, many of my methods are not feasible."

She spoke coldly, though she was already in awe of him.

"Don't let me run into you outside."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the arena.

A pale golden light enveloped her, transporting her out of the ruins.

Outside the arena, the onlookers watched with bated breath as Shen Yao was defeated so quickly.

too fast.

From the moment Shenyao summoned the Eye of Heavenly Punishment to her defeat, it took no more than a hundred moves.

Who is Shen Yao?

She is a goddess of the Celestial Clan, one of the first generation of prodigies, and one of the strongest warriors in the Crimson Sky Domain.

Even she was defeated so quickly and decisively.

Just how strong is the Flame Demon King?