Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

At this moment, those fine, iron-gray feathers flew back to the wings behind the Iron-Winged Demon General, but most of them were broken and torn, looking messy and disheveled.

He folded his wings and didn't dare to move an inch. He glanced at the long sword at his neck and gave a bitter smile: "Brother Kun, you have quite the skill. I admit defeat."

"I was reckless today. I was misled by the slander of those two level-seven demonic beasts and acted rashly against Brother Kun. I should not have done that. I beg Brother Kun to show mercy. I am willing to apologize to Brother Kun."

"Before I left the cave, I instructed the demon generals of my clan that if anything happened to me, they should immediately report to the Thunder Mountain Demon King and present Brother Kun's portrait."

"If Brother Kun kills me, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly withdrew the black and gold longsword from his hand. The thick black blade covering his arm faded away, and the Demon-Slaying Blade returned to its golden brilliance. It disappeared into thin air and was stored in his dantian.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, stepped back several feet, and bowed to Iron Wing Demon Commander: "I just had a friendly spar with Brother Tie. I used all my skills, but I only managed to win by a small margin. I admire you."

Ironwing Demon General was taken aback, then clasped his hands in return: "Brother Kun's skills are superb. His Black Blade Technique is extremely sharp. Covering this long sword, it can even shatter the void. The bloodline of the Holy Clan is indeed worthy of its reputation. I am truly in awe."

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Kun Feng had just been unwilling to stop and seemed determined to kill him, so why had he suddenly become so humble and polite?
Iron Wing Demon General was not worried that Chen Yuan would kill him. The Great Sages had long ago agreed that the Demon Generals could fight each other for territory and fight without regard to life or death, but they must first issue a challenge and not kill each other without cause.

If he dies here today, the Thunder Mountain Demon King will not let this go easily once he learns of it.

Although the Kunyu clan is of holy blood, they live on another continent. Kunfeng is only a mid-level demon general, and would never go to great lengths to force the Thunder Mountain Demon King to back down for him.

Iron Wing Demon General still thought he would definitely suffer a lot, but he didn't expect Kun Feng to suddenly change his expression, which made him a little puzzled.

However, this was certainly not a bad thing for him. If he could eliminate the matter from the outset, or even use it as an excuse to befriend this Kunyu Demon General, it would be a blessing in disguise.

Ironwing Demon General was already used to the law of the jungle among demons. If Chen Yuan had not revealed his Kun fish bloodline, and was not as strong as him, he would have naturally taught him a lesson and driven him out of his territory.

They would then spread the word far and wide afterward, boosting their momentum and making the surrounding demon generals wary, so that they would not dare to cause trouble before the war between the two realms.

But now that Chen Yuan has displayed such formidable strength, he immediately forgot his anger and completely forgot about the Crimson Blood Demon General.

Chen Yuan slowly withdrew the aura from the wings behind him and smiled, "Brother Tie is too modest. If it weren't for the fact that my clan bestowed upon me a Demon-Slaying Blade, I would be no match for you today."

"Brother Tie, as the lord of a region, you govern a vast area of ​​millions of miles, while I, Kun, can only travel around and rely on the protection of my clan to barely win. It's not worth mentioning."

Iron Wing Demon General was secretly pleased to receive Chen Yuan's praise, and even felt flattered.

If these words came from one of his demon generals, it would be nothing but flattery, which he would simply laugh off and at most bestow some treasures upon him.

But Chen Yuan's praise, given that he had just gained the upper hand in the fight and almost killed him after a few rounds, was quite different.

The smile on Iron Wing Demon General's face grew even wider, and the slight embarrassment and annoyance at having a long sword held to his neck vanished.

He replied with a smile, "Brother Kun, you flatter me. I have been working tirelessly every day to protect this territory, and I dare not slack off in the slightest. How can I compare to Brother Kun, who has the Holy Clan by his side and lives a carefree life?"

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, a wry smile appearing on his face, but he quickly concealed it and gestured, "Brother Tie and I became acquainted through a fight. Why don't we go inside and have a chat?"

When Iron Wing Demon General saw that his expression was strange, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something else going on with this Kunfeng Demon General.

Before he could think it over, Chen Yuan extended an invitation, and since he already wanted to make friends with him, he readily agreed: "That is exactly what I wish to do, but I dare not ask you."

The two then descended into the cave atop the stone mountain, where they sat facing each other in the most exquisitely furnished stone chamber. As soon as they sat down, Chen Yuan flicked his sleeve, and a wine jar and two large celadon wine cups appeared out of thin air on the stone table in front of him, shimmering with a faint spiritual light, clearly made of some kind of superior spiritual material.

This was a set of wine utensils that he had obtained from some Nascent Soul cultivator's mustard seed ring, and it came in handy today.

Chen Yuan pointed his finger, and the jar seal opened automatically, releasing a fragrant aroma that filled the stone hall.

Upon smelling the aroma of the wine, Iron-Winged Demon General looked down at the wine jar and nodded slightly: "Good wine!"

He wasn't a fan of spirit wine, but he could still smell that this jar of spirit wine was exceptionally fragrant and contained a trace of the weight accumulated over the years, as if it had been treasured for tens of thousands of years, which was extremely rare even for a demon general.

Ironwing Demon General sighed inwardly, "As expected of the Holy Clan, they reveal profound heritage in every aspect, even a jar of spirit wine is so extraordinary."

He naturally didn't know that this was a spirit wine that Chen Yuan had obtained from the secret realm of the Yuling Sect.

Although it was brewed from thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, after forty thousand years, it has become incredibly mellow and fragrant.

It is comparable to, and even surpasses, the spirit wine brewed from three-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Chen Yuan pointed his finger, and the wine jar flew up on its own, filling two celadon wine cups with spiritual wine.

He picked up a wine cup and said, "Although that Crimson Blood Demon General was rude first, I, Kun, took his life, which was a bit too harsh a punishment and was also a bit inconsiderate. Let's toast Brother Tie and let this matter be over, shall we?"

Iron Wing Demon General was even more flattered. He quickly raised the celadon wine cup in front of him, looked up at the burly Chen Yuan, and laughed, "Brother Kun, you flatter me. It was my fault for not disciplining him properly, which led to the Red Blood and others committing offenses."

"Even if Brother Kun shows mercy, I will punish him severely after I learn of this, as a warning to others, so that no other demon generals under my command will cause me trouble again."

The actions of the Holy Clan Demon General were indeed unusual.

If it were one of the demon generals under the Thunder Mountain Demon King who often fought against him, and they were able to defeat the Iron Wing Demon General, they would definitely put on an arrogant and domineering attitude, making sarcastic remarks and showing him no mercy whatsoever.

But this Kunfeng Demon General was not arrogant after winning; he was humble and polite, yet dignified, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze and sincerely admire him.

The two drank the spirit wine in their cups in one gulp, and the atmosphere became even more harmonious as they chatted and laughed.

When the Iron-Winged Demon General asked Chen Yuan about his travel experiences, Chen Yuan brushed them off lightly.

Iron Wing Demon General didn't dare to ask any more questions. No matter how gentle and polite Chen Yuan was at this moment, he couldn't forget the chilling feeling of the black and gold longsword blade against his neck.

With just a slight exertion of force, Chen Yuan's sharp blade, capable of shattering the void, could sever his head, killing him instantly.

Half an hour passed quickly, and only half of the spirit wine remained in the jar.

After drinking another cup of spirit wine, Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly already a little drunk.

He suddenly slammed his wine cup heavily on the table: "Brother Tie just said he envied me for traveling around and living a carefree life, but I would rather rule a region, however..."

Chen Yuan sighed deeply, stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed the wine jar, filled a wine cup, and said, "Brother Tie, come, let's drink until we're drunk tonight!" (End of Chapter)