Chapter 356: I Will Summon the Primeval Knight

This Hell new king selection, from the open‑sea melee to today's final four, has lasted a full seven days.

The snake from Eden Garden displayed crushing‑level strength.

It swept through, and whether facing the famed Hell prodigy or a direct descendant of some demon king, none could survive more than five rounds under it.

Most opponents couldn't even withstand its seemingly casual tail sweep, screaming as they were flung out of the arena, the process as easy as a post‑meal stroll.

Now, only four contestants remain in the final circle.

Besides the unfathomable Black Snake, the other three are the most outstanding offspring under various Great Demon Kings.

One of them is Yu Lin's "old acquaintance"—Beelzebub's son, Feimeng.

However, compared with the surrounding demons steeped in demonic aura and sinister evil, Feimeng's style appears especially out of place.

He is surrounded not by any filthy evil aura, but by a faint, pure, gentle Holy Light!

His temperament is gentle, his face even bears a hint of compassion; if not for being in this Hell Arena, some would believe he is a high‑ranking angel descended from Heaven on a mission.

Clearly, he has heeded Yu Lin's advice from back then, steadfastly walking the path of becoming a useful good demon to society.

Yu Lin looked at the uniquely styled Feimeng below, nodded with satisfaction, and thought to himself: The boy is teachable.

However, the other demon kings could no longer sit still.

Asmodeus and the others brushed their bewildered gazes toward Beelzebub, their eyes filled with deep confusion and disbelief:

"Beelzebub, is this… really your son?"

"Are you sure his blood runs with our Hell Demon lineage?"

"The light on him… hiss, my eyes hurt! Beelzebub, be honest, were you taken by some bird‑person…?"

"This holy aura… Beelzebub, could your son be a Heaven‑born bastard?"

Facing the rapid‑fire questioning from his peers, Beelzebub merely shrugged indifferently: "Just mind your own family's affairs, you stay out of it."

The demon kings knew Feimeng had previously smuggled himself into the Human World, but they were unaware of what he experienced there, especially that he had met Yu Lin.

Seeing Beelzebub stay silent, they were too lazy to probe further, and simultaneously cast suspicious glances toward Yu Lin, who was calmly sipping tea—though lacking proof, the demon kings' intuition told them Feimeng's bizarre "Holy Light Transformation" was likely tied to him.

Suppressing their chaotic thoughts, the demon kings refocused their gaze on the arena below.

The first semifinal pits Feimeng against another demon prodigy.

The demon's upper body is a pale‑skinned, sharp‑eared, handsome yet sinister humanoid, while its lower half is a robust black horse body with four hooves wreathed in eerie green flames.

Two Runic Long Swords, shrouded in ominous black aura, hovered beside him, slowly rotating as if alive.

The host of the arena match is a sultry, voice‑enticing great succubus.

She swayed her hips, moved to the arena center, and announced in a voice that could melt bone:

"Please, contestants, step forward~"

"Handshake~"

Hearing this, Feimeng, with his gentle smile, stepped forward first.

He approached the centaur demon, naturally and friendly, extending his right hand, saying:

"Hello, I am Feimeng. Please guide me."

Centaur demon: "................."

He lowered his head, glanced at the empty space where his arm should be, then lifted his gaze with a clueless look, first at the earnest Feimeng, then at the nearby succubus whose smile was slightly stiff.

On his pale face, at this moment, a huge confusion and silent accusation were clearly written:

"Are you kidding me?"

"Where do I have a hand?"

"You're picking a fight on purpose, right?!"

"Are you all mentally ill?"

Feimeng: "........... I'm sorry."

"I'll go easy later."

Centaur: "......... Bastard!"

"I'll give you, this holy‑aura‑radiating aberration, a harsh lesson!"

He whirled around, shouting at the also‑somewhat‑awkward succubus: "What are you still standing around for? Start already! I can't wait to tear this guy apart!"

Seeing his impatience, the succubus no longer delayed, giggled, and with a light, graceful back‑leap left the massive arena completely to the two, leaving only a tingling‑to‑the‑bone line drifting in the air:

"Since both are so enthusiastic~ then, the match… can start at any time~"

The trailing "shi" sound hadn't faded when the centaur demon's figure instantly blurred, leaving a solid afterimage on the spot, while the true form appeared hundreds of meters away at the arena's edge!

The two Runic Magic Swords hovering beside him sensed their master's fighting intent, instantly flaring: one ignited with raging Hell fire, the other solidified into piercing, bone‑chilling ice!

"Die!" the centaur demon sneered, his spirit locked onto Feimeng, the Ice‑Fire Twin Swords, as if receiving a silent command, tore through space at a speed barely perceptible, flashing to Feimeng's head, bearing interwoven ice‑fire destructive energy, and slashed down boldly!

Facing this lightning‑fast, thunder‑like onslaught, Feimeng did not dodge nor flinch, his gentle smile still on his face.

It wasn't because he was arrogant, but because he truly needed no movement.

At the instant the twin swords were about to strike, the halo of Holy Light that had been gently swirling above his head suddenly solidified, thickened, and transformed into a massive Light Shield etched with countless sacred Runes, radiant with flowing light, firmly blocking in front of him!

Boom——!!!

The ice and fire forces collided with the holy Light Shield, producing a deafening, earth‑shaking explosion!

The raging energy shockwave formed a ring, expanding outward rapidly, raising clouds of ash; a small mushroom cloud of mixed flame, ice crystals, and Holy Light fragments rose around Feimeng, almost covering the arena!

The centaur demon, watching the destructive explosion's core, curled a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, sneering: "Handshake? Now see how you can still handshake! Hmph!"

However, his smugness did not last long.

A calm, even slightly teasing voice clearly rose from the lingering smoke:

"Haven't you heard of a widely spread law?"

The centaur demon's pupils narrowed: "What law?"

The smoke rippled gently, and Feimeng's figure slowly materialized; he lightly exhaled, as if merely blowing away the dust before his eyes.

The dense smoke then dispersed swiftly as if an invisible hand had brushed it aside, revealing his unscathed form, not even a single hem out of place.

He gave a slight smile toward the pale‑faced centaur demon, his tone still courteous:

"No smoke, no harm."

After a pause, he continued, "It seems you have finished your move. Then it's my turn."

Feimeng calmly reached into his chest and produced a book that looked extremely ancient and exuded a strong holy aura.

He solemnly opened it; the pages turned on their own without wind, emitting a soft rustling sound.

He lifted his gaze toward the centaur, who seemed to face a formidable foe, and kindly warned:

"Next, I will use this Holy Covenant to summon the legendary Primordial Holy Knight to fight for me."

"Be careful."

At those words, the centaur demon was instantly shocked and turned pale!

If that is truly the case, his defeat is inevitable!

However… summoning arts, especially those that involve high‑ranking beings, are most vulnerable to the chanting time!

"Don't even think!" He couldn't bother with being shocked that Feimeng, a Demon, could use such pure holy summoning; demonic aura surged around him, and he rushed forward recklessly to interrupt Feimeng's casting!

Yet, as soon as his body moved, a "shasha‑shasha" sound rang as layers upon layers of a shield glittering with blinding Holy Light sprang up before him, solid beyond measure, impossible to breach in such a short time!

Meanwhile, Feimeng's incantation began, spoken at a rapid pace:

"Most primordial and great existence, the one… I beseech your aid!"

As his final syllable fell, the Holy Book in his hand erupted with unprecedented dazzling light!

A massive, supremely pure Holy Light Pillar shot up from the pages, soaring into the sky and striking the dark‑red heavens of Hell, even seeming to pierce the planar barrier and vanish into the endless void, as if searching the vast emptiness for the coordinates of a particular, powerful being…

All Demons were drawn by the grand summons, their attention fixed on the pillar's tip, curious yet tinged with unease.

Then…

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Holy Light that spanned the void, searching for its target, seemed to finally lock onto it, then abruptly reversed, at a speed faster than its outbound journey, like a precisely guided missile, it whooshed—

Unerringly, it struck directly onto the platform, landing on Yu Lin, who was leisurely watching the spectacle.

In an instant, Yu Lin was enveloped by Holy Light.

"………………"

After two seconds of silence, he twitched the corner of his mouth:

"I refuse to provide assistance."