Chapter 1260: You Know Who I Am?

The other members of the demon race looked on with complex expressions. How could Lion Spirit, usually so proud, endure such humiliation? He had just been shouting about trampling his opponent underfoot, but now he was the one being trodden upon.

A normal defeat in a duel might not be a significant blow to him; it could even serve as a tempering experience. However, having his head trodden on in front of so many people was different. If he couldn't overcome this trauma, he might be ruined for life.

Of course, belonging to different races, many felt a degree of schadenfreude seeing Lion Spirit, who always acted superior, suffer such a fate. After all, if the Lion Clan were to produce two prodigies, their future growth would pose a significant threat to their respective races.

Only Princess Soren slightly furrowed her brows. Humiliating Lion Spirit like this would surely create a mortal enmity with the Lion Clan.

Although his cultivation was somewhat unexpected, he certainly wouldn't be a match for the older generation of Lion Clan experts. Moreover, Lion Spirit had an older brother who was one of the Five Prodigies; they would undoubtedly seek fierce revenge on him.

She wondered what race he belonged to, and if his family's power could protect him.

"Release our young prince!" At that moment, several of Lion Spirit's guards, both startled and enraged, rushed towards Zu An, brandishing their weapons.

Though their cultivation wasn't as high as Lion Spirit's, several seventh or eighth-rank cultivators combined still created a formidable presence.

Zu An gave them a cold glance. With a casual flick of his sleeve, a wave of fiery heat swept forth, forcing them all to retreat.

Watching from the side, Yun Jianyue smiled contentedly, "This young man is increasingly showing the demeanor of a Grandmaster."

Yan Xuehen nodded in deep agreement. Over the years, she had indeed seen many exceptionally talented young people, but those so-called geniuses paled in comparison to Zu An. "His current strength is fully capable of contending with masters of the previous generation," she remarked.

She regretted having previously opposed her disciple Chu Yan's marriage to him. With such an outstanding person, perhaps those old fogeys in White Jade City would desperately try to marry Chu Yan off to him if they knew.

She suddenly recalled all that had transpired between her and Zu An recently, and her cheeks couldn't help but flush. What face or standing did she have now to stop it?

Hearing two Grandmasters praise her lover so, even Yu Yanluo, usually so elegant and composed, couldn't help but smile radiantly.

At this moment, Lion Spirit finally registered what was happening: he was actually being trampled underfoot by someone else!

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 999999999…]

A powerful aura suddenly rose. Zu An felt the movement beneath his foot, his expression hardened, and he swiftly dodged to the side.

A golden male lion appeared around Lion Spirit, protecting him within its aura.

This golden male lion shimmered with golden light; at first glance, it seemed like a physical entity. Both its aura and oppressive might were far stronger than the illusionary lion conjured by Lion Spirit's earlier punch.

"This is... the aura of a Heavenly-rank weapon!" the demon race experts nearby exclaimed, each with a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

Heavenly-rank weapons were extremely precious. Although they came from prominent clans, they were not of the most direct lineage and thus rarely qualified to obtain a Heavenly-rank weapon.

Some might not even have the chance to own a Heavenly-rank weapon in their entire lives, yet this Lion Spirit already possessed one at just thirteen years old!

A shimmering golden gauntlet appeared on Lion Spirit's right hand. It was engraved with intricate runes and exuded waves of oppressive power.

He stood up again, disheveled, bruised, and bleeding from his nose. His eyes spitting fire, he declared, "You're dead!"

He had always had an easy life since childhood, growing up amidst victories and glory. When had he ever suffered such a great loss?

His eyes were bloodshot, his hair bristled, and veins bulged on his forehead. He stared at Zu An like a fierce beast ready to devour its prey.

This time, he didn't waste words, directly swinging his fist towards his opponent.

This golden gauntlet was a fortuitous find from his childhood; he had stumbled upon it in a senior's cave dwelling after falling off a cliff. His elder brother usually taught him not to rely on the power of weapons, lest it hinder his future growth.

However, given the current situation, he couldn't care about that anymore.

With one punch, a destructive fist-aura surged forth. With the added power of the golden gauntlet, the lion illusion conjured by his Lion Overlord Fist was almost corporeal.

Zu An lightly tapped his toe and dodged to the side, and the fist-aura slammed directly into the cliff behind him.

With a loud bang, half of the cliff collapsed.

As everyone marveled at the immense power of a Heavenly-rank weapon, they suddenly realized something and began cursing angrily: "You've destroyed so many spirit herbs and wondrous medicines!"

The cliff face had just been covered with various extraordinary medicinal herbs, enough to make even these noble scions drool. Unfortunately, almost all of them were destroyed by that single punch.

Lion Spirit spun around, his eyes bloodshot. "What? Got a problem?" he snarled.

The others held their breath, looking at the Heavenly-rank weapon in his hand. Realizing that confronting him in his enraged state was not wise, they swallowed their anger. "No problem, no problem," they quickly said, "you continue!"

Lion Spirit's face was ferocious as he turned back to Zu An. His hands continuously formed seals, unleashing a barrage of Lion Overlord Fists at his opponent, akin to a relentless bomber.

Princess Soren watched, greatly alarmed. This gauntlet was not only immensely powerful on its own but also seemed to provide Lion Spirit with a continuous supply of vital energy. Otherwise, given the terrifying energy consumption of the Lion Overlord Fist, Lion Spirit's cultivation shouldn't have been able to sustain such full-power exertion for so long.

Zu An lightly tapped his toe, moving with an unhurried grace. Each time, he managed to precisely dodge the terrifying fist-aura.

Dust flew everywhere, and explosions rocked the surroundings, yet not a single speck touched him.

Even Princess Changning's eyes lit up. *This man is quite handsome, isn't he?* she thought.

Lion Spirit's continuous attacks yielded no results, and his heart was ablaze with fury. "Can you only dodge?" he roared.

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 444444444…]

Zu An smiled. "This is for your sake," he said, "so you don't instantly collapse on your face again like before and look bad."

Lion Spirit flew into a rage. "You can keep being arrogant," he snarled, "but now I have a Heavenly-rank weapon in my hand. Let's see how long you can keep dodging!"

Zu An sighed. "Is a Heavenly-rank weapon that impressive?" he said. "I have one too."

As soon as he spoke, he summoned the Qiankun Circle.

Feeling the oppressive power emanating from it, the other people's breathing quickened. *Another Heavenly-rank weapon?* they wondered.

Princess Changning, who had originally looked down on Zu An a little, now gazed at him with fervent eyes, thinking she absolutely had to find an opportunity to befriend him later.

At the same time, she thought Princess Soren was truly cunning; she must have known some information to have curried favor with him in advance.

*These women are truly too scheming!*

At that moment, the Qiankun Circle directly collided with Lion Spirit's golden gauntlet.

The huge impact wave forced everyone else in the arena to retreat.

Lion Spirit, at the center of the collision, felt his head buzzing. He vaguely saw a figure rushing towards him and instinctively tried to swing his gauntlet to defend, but the opponent, wielding the Qiankun Circle, struck him directly on the elbow.

With a *crack*, his arm limply fell. Clearly, his arm bone was broken.

He felt a sharp pain on his face, realizing his head was once again stomped into the ground!

Lion Spirit struggled desperately, but his strength was no match for Zu An's. The inner humiliation completely broke him, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes.

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 999999999…]

Seeing the soaring anger value in the system, Zu An said with a smile, "Why were you so eager to be stomped like this by me? Could it be you enjoy this feeling?"

"Just kill me!" Lion Spirit's heart was already ashen. He could well imagine that he would surely become the laughingstock of the entire demon race after this.

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 888888888…]

Princess Soren, watching from the side, was startled, fearing Zu An might act impulsively. She hastily stepped forward and said, "Young master, please show mercy. He is, after all, the Lion King's favorite youngest son, and his status is special. Killing him might lead to great disaster. Perhaps it would be better to follow the demon race's tradition and ransom his life with money."

Zu An's eyes lit up, recalling his recent gains from Chiwen. "That's a good idea!" he exclaimed.

So he casually pulled off Lion Spirit's gauntlet. Lion Spirit struggled desperately, crying, "No!"

Unfortunately, he still couldn't prevent his prized possession from becoming another's spoil.

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 999999999…]

The other demon race members watched with immense envy. He just directly snatched it! They, too, coveted Lion Spirit's Heavenly-rank weapon, but they only dared to dream of it; none would ever truly dare to make a move.

Zu An then took out Lion Spirit's storage bag. "Open!" he commanded.

Storage bags and similar items carry their owner's imprint, making it generally difficult for others to open them directly.

"Dream on!" Lion Spirit gritted his teeth. "You wouldn't dare to kill me anyway. Do you know who my father and my eldest brother are? I advise you to return the golden gauntlet to me, or my father and eldest brother will surely scour heaven and earth to grind your bones to dust!"

[Anger value from Lion Spirit: 799799799…]

"Your father and eldest brother?" Zu An scoffed coldly. "Then do you know who *I* am?"