The old man with a hook nose felt increasingly exhilarated as he watched, his heart pounding, his old face flushed crimson with excitement. He couldn't help but exclaim, "If this man could be the Evil Emperor, he will surely unite everyone in the Sacred League!"

"Evil Martial! This is the true Tao of Evil Martial!"

The middle-aged man with a horse face was also trembling all over, an irrepressible, excited gleam in his eyes.

Even the nearby Guardian Xiang clenched his fists tightly, his emotions in violent turmoil.

All three were veterans who had trod the Evil Martial Tao for countless years, having personally experienced its hardships.

The original purpose for establishing the Evil Martial Association was to find a path that could simultaneously leverage the advantages of both the Pure Martial and Evil Energy systems, using martial arts skills to control the Extraordinary and thereby reach the Supreme War God Grandmaster level.

However, to this day, the Evil Martial Association has had more than twenty Evil Emperors.

Some had reached the Grandmaster level in Pure Martial, while others had advanced to the Walker Level in the Evil Energy system.

Even astonishingly brilliant talents who possessed both had appeared from time to time.

Yet, not a single one had been able to balance the contradictions and conflicts between these two power systems.

The most anyone had achieved was mutual amplification, far from the point of fusion.

But now, they saw this very quality in the man before them, this Yellow Bear Flying Bear Level—a genuine trend towards the fusion of Evil Energy and Pure Martial powers!

This feeling was like that of a person who, after arduously trekking through a desert and experiencing countless mirages, finally saw the oasis of their dreams.

The resulting excitement, elation, and joy were simply beyond words.

"This man... this man is the true Heaven Destiny Evil Emperor of our Evil Martial Association!" the old man with the hook nose blurted out, trembling all over.

The middle-aged man with a horse face and Guardian Xiang were just about to say something.

Just then, the battle below suddenly shifted from extreme motion to absolute stillness.

The encircling Flying Bear phantom suddenly reached out and slapped the Elephant God Walk.

The blow didn't seem to carry much force, yet the Elephant God Walk staggered backward and then crashed to its knees with a THUD.

"HUFF... PUFF..."

It panted like an ordinary person who had exhausted most of their strength, struggling even to stand.

The Flying Bear Level that had repelled the Elephant God Walk also stopped its constant movement, standing quietly in place.

The hook-nosed old man and his companions finally got a clear look at his appearance.

—

Long hair, like black satin, floated and danced. His physique was tall, crimson, and devilishly alluring; his face, fearsome yet handsome.

He glanced over, not seeming to pay them much mind. A pair of eyes, seemingly familiar yet now pure silver, met their gazes.

In an instant, the expressions on the three men's faces, moments before ecstatic and thrilled, froze. They stood motionless, deep shock and astonishment surfacing in their eyes.

"Could it be… could it be…"

The hook-nosed old man stretched out a hand, pointing at the distant figure, then turned to the other two, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"Is… it him?!"

The middle-aged man with a horse face and Guardian Xiang were also gripped by the same shock and bewilderment.

Before the two of them could say anything, they suddenly heard a series of sharp, continuous cracking sounds from below.

The three of them looked. Upon seeing the situation below, their pupils contracted as if they had witnessed something utterly inconceivable. An expression of indescribable shock filled their eyes, which, in less than a second, transformed into even greater excitement and ecstasy.

BOOM!

With a muffled thud, Guardian Xiang dropped to one knee, facing the distant battle. His eyes blazed with fervent, almost devout adoration as he uttered, word by word, "This… this is the true power of the Demon Emperor…"

He fiercely pounded a fist against his own chest, letting out a deep, muffled roar.

"Heaven bless the Sacred League!"

The hook-nosed old man and the middle-aged man with a horse face looked at each other, their lips pressed tightly, seemingly struggling to suppress the emotional tempest brewing within.

.....

HUFF— HUFF—

Lu Yuan was breathing evenly and peacefully.

He was currently in an extremely peculiar state. His thought process was faster than ever before, as if he were perpetually under the effect of Flash of Insight. This hyper-acute consciousness, combined with his instincts, pushed every iota of strength and every ability within his current physical body to their absolute limits. Countless mastered skills, even some that were almost forgotten, were unearthed like seashells long buried beneath sands constantly churned by the tide. In his hands, they combined at will, erupting into dazzling pyrotechnics that astonished even himself. Every move he executed was the 'optimal solution' in combat; every bit of power he exerted was perfectly measured—not an iota too much, not an iota too little—exquisite to the finest degree. Sensations of intense heat and cold coexisted within his body. He was like a beast driven by combat instinct, yet simultaneously... a perfectly calm observer. This was the effect of activating his Level 2 Unconquerable Instinct. Compared to the instinctual power awakened by unwavering conviction at Level 1, Level 2 was clearly several tiers higher. If he had to use an apt descriptor… 'King's Consciousness' seems quite fitting, Lu Yuan mused. King's Consciousness, online and taking over!

SNAP!

Lu Yuan snapped his fingers lightly, satisfied with this description.

His thoughts returned to the present. His silver eyes reflected the image of the Elephant God Walk, still kneeling on the ground.

Lu Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he began to walk towards it.

With each step he took, scenes from the Consciousness Space flashed through his mind—his battles against the Elephant God Walk, his 'Imaginary Enemy'.

More than five thousand battles.

Never once entering the 'Demon' state.

From initially being brought to his knees in a few moves, then being pummeled into a bloody pulp by the Elephantman.

Gradually, he progressed to barely holding his own, then to fighting it on equal footing, and finally, to achieving complete dominance...

Lu Yuan had been crushed to death by that same Elephantman over four thousand times!

These four thousand-plus deaths had forged an understanding of his opponent more thorough than any he had ever possessed.

He was completely familiar with every technique of the Elephant God Religion's Walker Level: every move, every reaction when any part of its body was struck, and the course of every mystical sigil engraved beneath every inch of its hide. He knew every pathway the Power of Elephant God took as it was channeled from the black heart—its power core—lodged within its chest.

And... every method to sever that transmission.

CLICK.

Lu Yuan finally reached the Elephant God Walk.

Kneeling on the ground, the Elephant God Walk, over five meters tall, was now at a height where its head was perfectly level with Lu Yuan's gaze.

It tried to rise, but its body was riddled with a dense network of cracks.

Vast amounts of spectral light roiled and bloomed across its body, yet utterly failed to repair the damage. The cracks continued to spread relentlessly.

The Elephant God Walk roared defiantly at Lu Yuan, unleashing a terrifying soundwave.

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