Chapter 1267: Don't Take the Kitchen Knife Lightly

Fist shadows filled the sky, constantly colliding, and Ye Zhangqing and De Li were continually struck by fist blades on their bodies.

But regarding this, both paid no heed, appearing unmoved.

Facing each other's attacks, their choices were eerily consistent: to simply endure.

Such a head‑on violent battle made onlookers' blood boil.

"Haha, great, this trip was truly worth it, Ye Zhangqing—let's fight."

De Li let out weird cries, his face full of excitement; the people of Haotu Shijie couldn't understand what he was shouting, but the next second, De Li charged at Ye Zhangqing beneath a sky of fist shadows.

Is this kid trying to get himself killed? He doesn't even dodge—just charging straight up, isn't that basically asking to die?

But the next second, Ye Zhangqing's choice was also shocking.

Seeing De Li charging straight at him, Ye Zhangqing unexpectedly lowered his fists, then likewise rushed toward De Li.

Seeing this, De Li grinned, knowing it would turn out this way.

Top‑tier Heavenly Pride all have their own arrogance; even a normally restrained Heavenly Pride possesses his own pride.

De Li was certain that Ye Zhangqing would defeat him in an open and honorable manner.

Thinking this, De Li clenched his fists, and facing the violently rushing Ye Zhangqing, he threw a straight punch.

At the same time, Ye Zhangqing's move mirrored his; the two were like mirror images, launching their attacks simultaneously.

Their fists almost simultaneously slammed hard into each other's faces.

But it wasn't over; after one strike landed, giving no time to breathe, the next punch followed swiftly.

From the initial sky‑filling fist shadows to the present close‑quarters melee, the sound of fist striking flesh shook the listeners' hearts and minds.

Are they truly not caring about defense at all?

De Li is like that, and so is Ye Zhangqing—just nonstop swinging fists, with no intention to dodge.

Many people were seeing Ye Zhangqing like this for the first time—had his fighting spirit been completely ignited?

"My husband.............."

In the battle, Bai Hua Xianzi, Jue Ying, and Chi Rao watched as Ye Zhangqing was gradually stained with blood, and each showed a hint of worry in her eyes.

However, the three women did not step forward to help.

At this moment, her husband doesn't need their help, and........................

Ye Zhangqing had indeed become completely immersed in the battle; thinking back from his crossing into Haotu Shijie to now, this seemed to be his first time experiencing such an exhilarating, all‑out fight.

This feeling wasn't bad either.

His mind gradually emptied; at this moment, the only thought in his head was to defeat De Li before him.

At this moment, De Li's heavy, powerful punch came crashing in; normally, one would either dodge or block.

But Ye Zhangqing hesitated not at all, instantly choosing to counterattack.

A punch landed squarely on the face, blood spraying instantly; at the same instant, Ye Zhangqing's fist also smashed into De Li's face.

The terrifying force sent both flying backward at once, crashing hard to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

When the dust settled, both stood blood‑soaked amid the ruins, their fighting spirit not diminished in the slightest—if anything, it grew stronger.

With a thought, De Li summoned a bone blade into his hand—this was his weapon.

The demon race doesn't know how to forge weapons or refine pills, yet they have their own way of crafting divine weapons.

Their raw materials differ from those of humans; they need no refinement, using the bones of powerful beings directly as material.

After inscribing demonic patterns upon them, they become divine weapons in the eyes of the demon race.

The bone blade in De Li's hand was made for him by his father after slaying a mighty emperor of another race.

He had the demon race's top priests inscribe the demonic patterns; the grade is not low, and by human standards it is definitely a holy‑grade item.

As the bone blade appeared, De Li's demonic aura grew a bit denser; the blade's color slowly turned pitch black, and its demonic patterns flickered with a menacing black light.

From this moment on, De Li would have to bring out all his strength.

"Come on, now the real battle begins."

Staring at Ye Zhangqing with fierce fighting spirit, upon hearing that, Ye Zhangqing said nothing; with a thought, a kitchen knife appeared in his hand.

"Huh???"

Just at the sight of the kitchen knife, De Li was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Ye Zhangqing.

"You've taken the wrong weapon."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Looking at the kitchen knife in Ye Zhangqing's hand, "Is this even a weapon?"

They don't have this in the demon race, but Zhu Tian Wan Jie does—"Isn't this for cooking?" What do you mean by pulling out a kitchen knife now?

Even if it were just a small dagger, it'd be fine.

De Li was somewhat bewildered, and Ye Zhangqing, without bothering to explain, brought the knife down in a chop.

The instant the blade's edge appeared, De Li's eyes narrowed, and an extreme threat spread through his whole body.

Without hesitation, he immediately raised his bone blade to block, thus stopping Ye Zhangqing's slash.

But before De Li could catch his breath, Ye Zhangqing flashed to his face and brought the kitchen knife down hard.

De Li instinctively lifted his blade to resist; the two blades collided, and a tremendous force came from the kitchen knife, causing De Li's legs to buckle involuntarily, nearly making him kneel.

What tremendous force, and this kitchen knife is incredibly hard.

De Li's bone blade is a divine weapon his father painstakingly prepared for him.

Putting it that way, aside from a few demon emperors, De Li's bone blade is already the finest among the demon race.

Yet at this moment, Ye Zhangqing's kitchen knife clashed head‑on with the bone blade and emerged unscathed, showing its grade is not low either.

This is natural; Ye Zhangqing's cleaver was personally forged by the Artifact Master Alliance Ancestor.

Almost all the top-grade materials available in Haotu Shijie were used, and it consumed countless energy from the Artifact Master Alliance Ancestor.

The entire process was completed single-handedly by the Artifact Master Alliance Ancestor; it can be said that every aspect reached the limit of Haotu Shijie.

Its grade is outstanding among Saint-grade items, in no way inferior to Deli's bone blade.

So don't underestimate the cleaver; a cleaver can also kill a person.

Deli blocked the attack, but Ye Zhangqing wasn't annoyed; he quickly changed his move, and the cleaver in his hand obeyed his will like an arm, making it impossible to defend against.

It is very hard to resist; one cannot possibly predict where the next slash will come from.

Unlike ordinary swordsmanship, Ye Zhangqing's cleaver employs an exceedingly strange attack method.

Moreover, because the blade is short, it is more agile and faster.

For a moment, Deli could only passively defend with his bone blade, feeling somewhat dazed by Ye Zhangqing's strikes.

This was the first time Deli had encountered such a sword technique, and he was completely unaccustomed to it.

Soon, Ye Zhangqing's slash hit Deli's left arm; fortunately, at the critical moment Deli reacted quickly and stepped back a pace, otherwise it would not have been just a simple wound.