The First Demon of the Chan Sect

At the top of the Pyramid.

The crowd silently watched the holographic image displayed right above the table, representing the second floor.

After a long pause, Svik's face turned ashen as he knelt on one knee before the Prince, respectfully pleading, "Damn it, that Daron is too arrogant! How dare he show such disdain towards you? Your Highness, I request that you send me. I wish to duel with Daron, I want to kill him!"

The Prince's face was a mix of light and shadow, and after a moment, he actually began to smile and said, "Svik, don't bother about him! Do you think a doomed clown is worth our anger?"

"But, Your Highness..." Svik still obstinately said, "He's wearing the Holy Mecha, can't he capture that barbarian?"

The exceedingly beautiful and enchanting woman sitting at the far left of the table stood up and said, "Indeed, Your Highness! Even if Daron is useless, wearing that customized mecha should make him as powerful as an Early Stage Sub-Saint. Can he really not deal with a native?"

The Prince chuckled and said, "How about we make a bet? Just a small bottle of Life Source Liquid! I bet that Daron will lose, and he will die miserably!"

"Wha-?"

The rest all exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, "Has the Prince gone mad because of Daron? That native clearly only has the cultivation of a Late Quasi-Saint, barely enough to save his own life! With such a huge disparity in power, how can the Prince bet on Daron's loss?"

However, thoughts aside, they all decided to bet on Daron's victory. After all, their yearly quota of Life Source Liquid is just three small bottles, getting an extra one out of the blue is indeed a rare opportunity.

"Hahaha, good!" The Prince laughed heartily and said, "I'm giving you the last chance now! You really don't want to change your mind?"

"We won't change it!"

As soon as the Prince finished speaking, heads shook as vigorously as a tambourine. A joke! They'd be fools to change their bets with such a huge difference in strength.

...

"Clap, clap, clap! Native, I must admit, you're very strong! Perhaps capturing you could grant me a promotion!"

As Li Qingming knelt to tinker with the Ice Phoenix's body, a sound of applause came along, as if offering admiration.

A hundred paces straight in front of Li Qingming, there was a peculiar metal walkway, shimmering with brilliant luster.

Daron, clad in magnificent armor, stepped out.

"Who are you? Why did you capture me here?" Li Qingming looked coldly at the golden-haired, blue-eyed Daron, feeling an inexplicable shock in his heart.

The perfect face, golden hair, emerald eyes, Golden Holy Armor... Everything that Daron outwardly displayed gave Li Qingming an indescribable sense of shock.

"Oh, sorry! I forgot to introduce myself!" Daron laughed exaggeratedly, his right hand lightly pressing on his left chest as he gave a slight nod, "My name is Daron Glas Stevenson, from the great Technology Mysterious City. You may call me Count Daron."

Li Qingming frowned and cursed internally, "Is this guy acting like the nobility from the Western medieval times? Great Technology Mysterious City and Earl, my ass!"

Although he had some guesses in his heart, Li Qingming still asked, "Tell me, why have you captured me?"

"Oh! All that has nothing to do with you!" Daron pinched his fingers and said, "If you return to your cell on your own, I can assure you won't die. Now, go back!"

"Hmm? Are you ordering me?" Li Qingming raised an eyebrow and said.

"Wrong! This Earl is not ordering you, I am granting you a chance to live!" Daron laughed, his eyes filled with bloodthirst.

"Seeking death!" Li Qingming was enraged.

He had seen clearly, without a doubt, this so-called Daron regarded him as prey, just like facing a lab rat destined for scientific research, eternally looking down from above.

"Buzz!"

Rich Yuqing True Essence burst forth from his body. In his hand appeared the Bitter Bamboo Spear, trailing a hint of purple.

"Daron, is it? Now I'll give you two options, either tell me your purpose or go to die!" Li Qingming held his long spear, his expression cold to the extreme.

"Hahaha, who do you think you are? Dream on if you think you can kill me!" Daron also gave a long sky-reaching laugh, at the same time slightly twisting the silver ring on his right hand.

"Clang clang!"

A grating metallic friction sound echoed as the silver ring suddenly flew up, splitting into five parts, then transformed into a dazzling silver brilliance and merged into Daron's body.

His luxurious armor deliquesced in the blink of an eye before it, driven by the silver ring, reassembled into pieces of mysterious armor engraved with Great Dao runes, enveloping him completely and transforming him into a golden warrior.

The appearance of this warrior's armor resembled the popular armor warriors from past Earth, remarkably sturdy, only the color was much more vibrant than those of the armor warriors.

"Boom"

Daron's entire body radiated an overpowering aura, as he took to the air, his huge fist raised, charging directly at Li Qingming.

"Damn it! From a Golden Saint Seiya to Ultraman? Kamen Rider? Or an armor warrior? This is too ridiculous!" Li Qingming watched, dumbfounded.

"Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, Daron had reached Li Qingming's side. He swung his fist, disregarding the layer of Yuqing True Essence enveloping Li Qingming, and struck mercilessly.

Too close, Li Qingming was still in a daze, utterly unable to dodge!

"Bang!"

The fist landed on Li Qingming's chest, the golden Holy Clothes glimmering splendidly, knocking Li Qingming flying away.

A flicker of blue light, Li Qingming was thrown several zhang (unit of length ≈ 3.33 meters/10 feet) away, rubbing his still-aching chest in surprise.

Daron, previously only a Middle Stage Quasi-Saint, had donned the Mecha and leaped across three minor realms to earn the power of an Early Stage Sub-Saint. It seems that this Technology Mysterious City truly possessed tremendous strength.

Li Qingming stood up, his True Yuan flowing to the injury, instantly healing the wound.

Not far away, Daron, having tasted success, seemed somewhat carried away, controlling the Mecha and swaggering forward once more.

A glint of cold light flashed in Li Qingming's eyes, he spoke, "You really think you can bully your grandpa? Back in the day, when your grandpa was at the Middle Stage Quasi-Saint, I dared to challenge an Early Stage Sub-Saint master! Now I'm at the Late Quasi-Saint stage, and you think I'm afraid of a Junior Sub-Saint like you? Go to hell!"

Li Qingming no longer wasted words and directly thrust his Bitter Bamboo Spear forward.

The spear traveled serenely with a hint of purple, no dazzling light or thunderous force, a true return to simplicity and naturalness. However, it caused everyone in the Pyramid who was watching the battle to change their expressions.

They knew that this time, they may have kicked an iron plate! (To be continued. If you like this work, please head to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)