The Mage Emperor frowned upon seeing Qin Feng deliver a single blow that sent the Gigantic Spirit flying. He asked his attendant, "Who was that massive man wielding two axes just now? What's his background?" "The man is named Jiling Shen, a fierce general under General Li Jing of the Heavenly Court," the attendant replied. "He holds the rank of upper-tier immortal cultivator and is well-known among the Heavenly Court's generals. Qin Feng's ability to send him flying with just one strike speaks volumes about his strength." Rex scoffed, "I believe that was merely a performance staged by them." "Nephew, you'd better remain cautious—overconfidence often leads to defeat," the Mage Emperor said earnestly. Rex didn't take it seriously, stating, "Even if it's genuine, it only shows that my opponent is slightly stronger than an upper-tier immortal cultivator. Such strength still falls short of what I can handle. You'll see, Uncle—my victory is certain." "Very well, Uncle. I'll be watching closely," the old Mage Emperor nodded, then sent another messenger shortly after, to check in again. The Jade Emperor asked Qin Qinfeng his opinion: "Shall we fight now, or wait a while?" "Of course now—we’ll fight right away. After that, I still have other matters to attend to." He acted as though he were extremely busy, lifting his sleeves as he spoke. "To the demonic forces, tell Rex that today I’ll make him find his feet all over the ground. Let him be on his guard." "The demonic forces smiled. "May I deliver your words exactly as you said them to Rex?" "Of course—ideally, not a single word changed." Qinfeng glanced at him. Indeed, upon returning to the demonic side, he repeated his message verbatim, just as he had said, and as he finished the phrase "…find his feet all over the ground," Rex knocked him to the ground with a single punch. "Overconfident youngster—I’ll have you pay for your arrogance." Rex said, gesturing toward Qinfeng with a motion of cutting his throat. A clear and unmistakable challenge. Before stepping onto the stage, Laojun walked over to him and whispered softly, "That person might turn against you. Take this pill." "What kind of pill? Does it guarantee immortality?" He brightened up. The old man hummed, "I don't have any pill that ensures you won't die. This pill's purpose is to preserve a portion of your spirit consciousness after you die, satisfying the requirement for body reconstruction." "It sounds quite profound," he said. "Body reconstruction means rebirth, right? And as for the previous rank—can I recover it exactly as it was?" He asked again. The old man shook his head, "You'll have to start your cultivation from scratch." "What?" He narrowed his eyes. "Then your pill isn't very impressive—have you not thought of improving it at all?" "Young man," the old man grew slightly irritated, "Do you really want it, or shall I take it back?" "Of course I do!" He reached out and snatched it, tossing it into his mouth. After finishing his meal, he immediately leapt onto the stage and gestured toward Rex below. Rex remained calm, slowly making his way up the stage and said, "Qin Feng, dare to fight me to the death?" "Is that it? You really enjoy death matches?" he asked, blinking. "Of course," Rex replied with a cold smile. "Only in a death match can one truly unleash all their potential. A mere match to determine a winner—where the victor gains nothing and the loser nothing—holds no real significance. In a death match, it's not just a win or a loss—it's either you die or I do." "Very well, then—let's go all the way to the death. After all, I've already defeated countless magical race warriors. One more doesn't matter." Qin少 tossed his Haotian hammer up and down playfully. Rex drew his long sword from his waist and settled into a defensive stance. The spectators on both sides exchanged glances. They had expected a fair, competitive match—yet as soon as the two stepped onto the stage, it had instantly transformed into a death match. The Emperor sent messengers to the heavenly court to inquire about the situation. The response was that since the two contestants on stage have reached a mutual agreement, we hereby respect their decision. As it is a life-or-death duel, neither side may intervene or offer assistance—otherwise, they will bear the consequences themselves. Qin Feng, unwilling to waste time being polite to his opponent, immediately launched his Hao Tian Hammer—Rotating Heaven's Fury. Indeed, Rex easily evaded the attack, drawing a blossoming arc of swordlight with his long blade, only to hear a faint rushing sound behind him as he prepared to advance. He instinctively bent and lowered his body. Phew—The Hao Tian Hammer nearly skimmed his scalp, a feat that had proven consistently effective—this was the first time it failed to connect with its target. It's no exaggeration to say that Rex is a formidable opponent. Shushushu—Two swordblades charged toward Qin Feng, only to be blocked by the returning Hao Tian Hammer. In their first exchange, neither side gained an advantage. The second round began. As Qin Feng struck the arm of Rex with his hammer, his right leg was struck by Rex's blade, piercing his spiritual shield and leaving a wound the size of a chess piece. The atmosphere on the stands grew increasingly tense as both fighters gave their all. The Jade Emperor furrowed his brows and whispered, "Master Laojun, is the situation favorable to our side?" The elder man paused and replied, "Right now, it's still unclear. We'll need at least a hundred exchanges to determine a winner. Please rest assured, Qin Feng is known as the 'unstoppable strong one,' and he will certainly hold on until the end." The magical side also expressed concern, as this was a life-or-death battle—failure would mean losing one of their finest nephews. Ni ma, this young man always employs a strategy of mutual destruction, making Qin Shao extremely uncomfortable. When you launch a powerful strike, he either doesn't dodge it or simply steps aside to protect his vital points, letting you hit him directly. But when your techniques begin to wear thin, he suddenly strikes you with a sharp thrust. As a result, every time you succeed, you also suffer losses—so over time, a subtle sense of confusion sets in: it begins to feel as though fighting someone means also enduring the blows. This is an undesirable sensation that must be reversed. Qin Feng swiftly retreats several steps, until his feet rest on the edge of the platform, aiming to attack from a distance and avoid close-range engagements. Huff, huff... Swish, swish... Across the platform, the shadows of the Haotian hammer leap and dart, and a continuous stream of sword blades cuts through the air. Qin Shao holds several scrolls in his hands, ready to catch his opponent off guard. At the right moment, he instantly crushed six Fire Dragon seals with his fingers, and six fire dragons erupted simultaneously, coalescing into a larger, more powerful one that roared straight toward Rex. At the same time, he retracted his Haotian Hammer and unleashed a move that shook the heavens and earth. Rex swung his long sword, cutting the dragon into several segments, but before he could catch his breath, the Haotian Hammer flew past him. Thud—He was knocked to the ground by the blow. Qin Feng stepped forward to expand the momentum of the battle, only for a golden energy sphere the size of a table tennis ball to explode two meters away, sending a shockwave that sent him staggering.