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“You’ve entered the Conviction Stage?” Hong Feng narrowed his eyes at He Zhao.

He Zhao didn’t respond but simply flicked the rusted sword in his hand. He had found this sword in the ruins of the city. Once a magical weapon, it had lost its spirit and was now no different from ordinary iron, albeit still sturdy.

“Are you actually challenging me?” Hong Feng sensed a killing intent emanating from He Zhao, which he found incomprehensible. How could this young man, who had just entered the Conviction Stage, dare to challenge him?

For a moment, Hong Feng felt an unsettling reversal: it wasn’t he who was hunting He Zhao, but rather He Zhao who seemed to have been waiting for him.

“What opportunity did he find in the ruins of the city?” Hong Feng became wary, suspecting that He Zhao might have gained some advantage capable of threatening him.

After contemplating, Hong Feng decided to test the waters. He put his hand on his long sword at his waist and shouted, “He Zhao, private fighting is forbidden in Dream Ruins City. What are you planning to do?!”

He Zhao, after a moment of silence, lowered his sword and said, “Go back and tell your brother, Hong Zhen, that I’m fed up with his bullying. Now that I’m a Conviction Stage warrior, he better treat me with respect.”

His eyes were deep and inscrutable, like an ancient abyss.

“Of course,” Hong Feng replied, visibly relieved. He looked into He Zhao’s eyes and smiled, “My brother has always been lazy and untalented. He can’t compare to you, He Zhao. You’re young and have already become a martial artist… ”

“I have a question for you,” He Zhao interrupted, “How should the Dream Stone be—”

Before he could finish, He Zhao suddenly thrust his rusted sword towards Hong Feng’s throat!

Hong Feng’s expression changed dramatically as he realized only then how close He Zhao had gotten without his notice. In a rush, Hong Feng drew his sword to block, but the tip of the rusted sword hit his blade.

With a clang, a powerful force pushed Hong Feng back. He Zhao advanced, thrusting his sword towards Hong Feng’s vital points.

He Zhao wasn’t burdened with complicated thoughts. He was there to kill. This was the task assigned to him by Lu Xuan.

After slaying more than ten Evil Spirits within the ruins, He Zhao’s cultivation had solidified, and he had developed his first Prison-Taming power. He used a technique from the Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture, employing an eye technique to confuse Hong Feng and lower his guard before striking suddenly.

Lu Xuan, still in He Zhao’s pocket, did not intervene. He watched as He Zhao, who had just officially entered the path of cultivation and was in the early stages of the Conviction Stage, pressed the attack against Hong Feng, a martial artist of many years with rich combat experience and at the pinnacle of the Conviction Stage. Lu Xuan found this quite reasonable.

After all, the “Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture” He Zhao was practicing was of an extremely high grade. Upon cultivating the first force of the scripture, He Zhao’s internal energy had undergone a qualitative transformation. The disparity in the quality of energy cultivated by a top-tier immortal scripture and ordinary techniques was vast, akin to the difference between gold and scrap iron.

In this situation, if He Zhao could not defeat someone less than a full realm above him, Lu Xuan considered that he might need to start over. He set a relatively low bar for He Zhao, who was not his disciple. His appearance and talent did not meet Lu Xuan’s high standards for discipleship. He Zhao’s understanding might not keep up with Lu Xuan’s teachings, which usually required his direct disciples to bridge a gap of two major realms before the Void Refining Stage.

As they fought, Hong Feng roared in frustration, unable to comprehend his predicament. Why was he, a senior martial artist, at a disadvantage against a junior like He Zhao?

He Zhao remained unfazed by Hong Feng’s reaction. The effects of the “Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture” were becoming evident. Practitioners of this scripture could enter a battle state without any emotional disturbance, confronting their enemy with calmness.

He Zhao inflicted more and more wounds on Hong Feng. Hong Feng did manage to cause some injuries to He Zhao, but they were not severe. Dark energy around He Zhao’s body quickly healed these wounds.

After a short while, He Zhao severed one of Hong Feng’s hands, blood splattering everywhere. In his agony, Hong Feng tried to block but was sent flying by He Zhao’s strike, crashing to the ground. He Zhao advanced towards him step by step.

Desperate, Hong Feng didn’t even try to stop the bleeding. He pulled out a thumb-sized wooden carving from his chest, smeared his blood on it, and swallowed it whole.

The wooden carving ingested, Hong Feng’s body contorted painfully, resembling a curling shrimp. His limbs shriveled like deflated balloons, his head wrinkled and skull collapsed, while his abdomen swelled abnormally.

Hong Feng’s belly ripped open, and a bizarre Nightmare Demon tore through the thin skin, emerging from within. The creature had a human-like head but the body of a beast, long and slender limbs, and wet, matted fur, emitting a ferocious aura.

In just a few breaths, “Hong Feng” completed this grotesque transformation.

He Zhao raised his sword against the hideous Nightmare Demon, showing no sign of retreat.

“You step back, let me handle this,” Lu Xuan instructed He Zhao not to continue.

He had noticed Hong Feng’s actions..