Chapter 632: Shame

A deathly silence permeated the entire hall.

The Four Prodigies' first battle had resulted in such a crushing defeat?

A nightmarish scene from ten years ago was recurring!

Liuli was stunned, her gaze fixed.

Jiang Fan's words had come true.

They would be utterly defeated!

Defeated without any dignity!

"Jiang Fan, will we lose?" Liuli bit her lip tightly.

She bit so hard that faint blood marks appeared on her lips.

Seeing her distress, Jiang Fan put down the melon he was holding.

He sighed slightly and said, "Unless something unexpected happens, we will lose."

Even the weakest of the Western Lords had the power to instantly kill a Hunyuan.

He truly couldn't see any hope for the Continental Demon Clan to win.

"I'll go!"

A cold and composed voice echoed throughout the hall.

It was Shentu.

While the morale of the demon clan was low, he remained calm.

He took heavy steps, walking directly towards Wumeng.

Wumeng's face was devoid of expression as she raised her palm and unleashed a beam of blue water.

*Whoosh—*

A blur flashed behind Shentu, and the blue water beam was completely caught.

Immediately after, the blur dispersed, and the blue water beam coiled back with even greater speed!

Wumeng's expression remained calm.

From beneath her grey robe, dense tentacles emerged again, shattering the water beam.

But then, a black shadow flickered before her eyes.

Shentu had appeared in front of Wumeng as if teleporting.

At this moment, Wumeng's face finally showed a slight change, and she began to take him seriously.

The tentacles from within her robe lashed out at Shentu with a crackling sound.

However, blurs flashed repeatedly behind Shentu.

Wumeng's pupils contracted, and she showed a pained expression.

Her tentacles, having apparently encountered something, were instantly severed!

Looking closely, she saw that Shentu had nine razor-sharp, blade-like tails behind him.

After severing the tentacles, they all stabbed towards Wumeng simultaneously.

Wumeng probably hadn't expected Shentu's strength to be so much greater than Hunyuan's.

She hurriedly retreated, avoiding the attack, then unleashed several blue water beams.

Shentu, however, swiftly closed in, engaging in close-quarters combat.

The Continental Demon Clan was instantly invigorated!

This Wumeng was not overwhelmingly strong or invincible!

Wasn't Shentu just chasing her around?

Just as the Continental Demon Clan thought a prolonged battle would ensue, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

The severed tentacles lying on the ground seized the opportunity as Shentu passed by.

Without any warning, they attacked, coiling around Shentu's legs and waist.

Before Shentu could use his tails to cut them off, Wumeng, who appeared to be dodging, launched a swift counter-attack.

A blue water beam pierced through Shentu's waist, heavily injuring him and sending him to the ground!

Wumeng landed lightly, her expression returning to its indifferent state.

"Next!"

The Demon Emperor's Hall once again fell silent.

The expressions of all the demon clan members were incredibly solemn.

No one had expected Shentu, who had held the advantage, to be defeated so suddenly!

Liuli wrung her hands together, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"She cheated!"

Jiang Fan calmly stated, "Setting traps is a common tactic in life-or-death battles. It's rarely seen in sparring matches."

"Shentu's defeat was not unjust."

He looked towards Wumeng, a hint of admiration in his gaze.

He had initially thought she was extremely arrogant and would expose many weaknesses.

He hadn't expected her arrogance to be well-founded.

She was able to design a strategy to defeat Shentu even when her obvious methods were countered.

Without extensive combat experience, it would be difficult to achieve such a feat so easily.

At this moment, even the Demon Emperor was growing restless.

He looked towards the Four Prodigies' last hope.

"Milong, it's up to you."

Milong nodded slightly, his face devoid of emotion.

He simply walked quietly towards Wumeng.

The other three Lords, who had been calmly observing the battle, showed a slight change in expression.

Lord Jiuyu of the South frowned slightly and warned, "Wumeng, be careful of this one. He is different from the other two."

Having constantly engaged in life-and-death battles, they possessed an innate sense for danger.

Milong gave them a very different feeling.

Without needing their warning, Wumeng also became highly vigilant and said, "I underestimated the Continental Demon Clan. Among this generation's peers, there truly is an extraordinary presence!"

*Rip—*

She proactively revealed the tentacles from beneath her robe as a defense.

But the next moment, an indifferent voice whispered in her ear.

"It's over."

Wumeng's pupils contracted!

What happened?

Wasn't Milong still walking towards her?

Why was he behind her?

It was an illusion!

She had fallen victim to an illusion!

Her heart pounded wildly, and she immediately maneuvered her tentacles to strike behind her.

But with a *thud*, a hand passed through her abdomen.

Wumeng had just attacked with ruthless cruelty, so Milong naturally retaliated in kind.

As he withdrew his hand, Wumeng collapsed to the ground as if all strength had left her.

"Next!"

This time, it was Milong who uttered the phrase!

The demon clan immediately cheered!

"As expected of the chief of the Four Prodigies, truly extraordinary!"

"There's great hope for us in this battle!"

"Milong is our ultimate weapon!"

Liuli's face was also filled with surprise and joy.

She scoffed at Jiang Fan, "Who said our Continental Demon Clan would lose? Just watch! Watch Milong cut through the Four Lords of the North Sea!"

Jiang Fan shook his head slightly, "Milong will stop here."

Liuli retorted angrily, "Nonsense! Even if the next one to step up is the Eastern Lord, he won't lose!"

Jiang Fan remained silent.

In his opinion, by revealing his ultimate illusion technique, he had lost the qualification to continue fighting.

This technique could only catch the enemy by surprise. If the enemy knew about it, it would lose its effectiveness.

*Whoosh—*

Lord Jiuyu of the South attacked.

As soon as he appeared, a large amount of purple smoke erupted from his body, enveloping the entire arena.

It not only concealed his own figure but also effectively prevented Milong from deploying illusions.

What was more troublesome was that the purple smoke was highly poisonous. It was simply not advisable to fight in it for long.

The demon clan experts around them could not see through the purple mist.

They could only hear the sounds of an incredibly intense battle.

Their hearts were filled with intense anxiety.

Finally, after about a quarter hour, with a *bang*, a figure coughed blood as he was sent flying out of the purple mist.

It was Milong!

His body was purple, clearly indicating severe poisoning.

He also had several wounds on his body.

*Cough, cough—*

As the purple mist receded, Jiuyu was also seen to be in no better condition.

One arm was torn off, and his body bore several gruesome wounds that went straight through.

His body swayed, making it difficult for him to stand steadily.

His face was filled with surprise: "I admit I underestimated the Continental Demon Clan. To be able to heavily injure me to this extent within my purple mist, you are the first! If your poisoning hadn't worsened, I would have been defeated today!"

Praise from an enemy was undoubtedly the highest affirmation of Milong's strength.

However, no one on the demon clan's side felt happy.

Because they had lost!

They had lost utterly!

The Four Prodigies and the Ten Stars had all suffered crushing defeats!

Their only victory was defeating the weakest of the Four Lords of the North Sea, the Western Lord!

This was only slightly better than ten years ago!

The Demon Emperor leaned back dispiritedly on his throne.

He rested his hand on his forehead.

Not a word was spoken.

Everyone could feel the Demon Emperor's despair at this moment.

Ten years of effort, yet utterly shattered in an instant!

A deep sense of defeat welled up in the hearts of the demon clan.

At this moment, what they felt was no longer shame.

It was helplessness!

After striving for ten years, they were still swept aside by the opponents.

The Continental Demon Clan was indeed far inferior to the North Sea Demon Clan.

The North Sea Demon Clan's unwillingness to continue mutual exchanges and learning was absolutely the correct decision!

Liuli lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Why is it like this? Why..."

Transparent tears dropped onto her palm, moistening the bleeding wounds her fingernails had dug into.

The tears stimulated the wounds, causing throbbing pain, but Liuli seemed completely unaware.

She just kept trembling, her shoulders shaking as tears continued to fall.

Jiang Fan watched her, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

At this moment, Yu Qingxuan slowly stood up. He wasn't gloating, nor did he show any pride.

Because the outcome was entirely as expected.

If there was a slight surprise, it was the Western Lord's defeat.

In his plan, the Four Lords of the North Sea were to achieve a complete victory.

Still, it was good this way; losing one at least allowed the Continental Demon Clan to barely save some face.

"Demon Emperor, since your esteemed clan has been completely defeated, then..."

Just as he was speaking, a clear voice broke the silence of the hall.

It was Jiang Fan.

He slowly stood up and said, "Who said the Continental Demon Clan has been completely defeated? Among the Four Prodigies, hasn't Lingshu yet to fight?"