Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"Lord above, please accept Zhu Rong Lian's deepest bow!" Having said this, Zhu Rong Lian struggled to rise and went to kneel deeply in front of Zhu Bufan, leaving Zhu Bufan dumbfounded.

"What are you doing! Get up!!" Zhu Bufan, having regained his senses, was also quite startled by this sudden turn of events, and hurriedly shouted loudly. After hearing Zhu Bufan's words, Zhu Rong Lian slowly stood up, his face clearly showing his reluctance.

"What were you just doing? What's this talk about lords and servants?" Zhu Bufan frowned and sternly asked the sullen-faced Zhu Rong Lian in front of him.

"In our Zhu Rong Tribe, the rightful victor of a duel can make the loser serve as a servant until the servant defeats the master and earns their freedom." Zhu Rong Lian said, looking quite frustrated and clearly displeased with this.

"So you're saying that it's up to the victor to decide whether to take you as a servant or not?" After listening to Zhu Rong Lian's explanation, Zhu Bufan suddenly asked with a mysteriously amused expression as they both stepped down from the arena, because neither wanted to stand up there to be gawked at like monkeys.

"Of course it's proposed by the victor, what's so strange about that?" Zhu Rong Lian replied, taken aback by Zhu Bufan's question and now sporting a strange expression himself.

"When did I ever mention I wanted you as a servant?"

"What? You don't want me, a Bone Forging Eighth Layer Heaven Magic Practitioner, to serve you? Are you serious?"

"I think you're the one with a problem. Why would I want you as my servant? You have such a high opinion of yourself. I definitely don't need a big guy hanging around me all the time, especially when he's intent on beating me!" Zhu Bufan shook his head and retorted, looking at the overly self-assured Zhu Rong Lian.

In fact, speaking truthfully, Zhu Rong Lian was indeed extremely powerful, probably even more so than Huo Ling. However, Zhu Bufan seemed much more at ease fighting him than when he faced Huo Ling, because this Fifth Layer didn't suppress Zhu Bufan's attributes like the Fourth Layer did. Here, Zhu Bufan's Blood Spirit Poison Fire was maximized, which also suppressed Zhu Rong Lian's True Fire.

Furthermore, Zhu Bufan had significantly improved his cultivation, from Body Tempering Ninth Layer Heaven to Bone Forging First Layer Heaven. Though it was only one level up, the power when executing martial arts was incomparable to that of the Body Tempering Realm, and Zhu Bufan also acquired the new Emperor's Hatred Sword Technique, advancing another level in mental methods. Additionally, half a year of constant battle with Emperor Yan's guards brought him a wealth of combat experience and exceptionally skilled maneuvers.

Conversely, Zhu Rong Lian, despite his high cultivation, clearly lacked the experience of lethal battles. His powerful spells seemed more like showcases rather than real combat techniques, lacking in synergy, which made him far inferior to Huo Ling in this regard.

Thirdly, Zhu Rong Lian didn't have the plethora of Thunder Crystals and Sealing Thunder Clean Jades like Huo Ling did, meaning that although Huo Ling's cultivation was lower than Zhu Rong Lian's, Huo Ling actually surpassed him in terms of Primordial Qi. So overall, despite Zhu Rong Lian's strength, he didn't pose much of a challenge for Zhu Bufan, a warrior who had weathered a hundred battles.

"So that's how it is, good to know." Seeing Zhu Bufan unequivocally state he didn't need a servant, Zhu Rong Lian's face relaxed, he straightened his slightly disheveled clothes and approached Zhu Bufan, saying sincerely, "Zhu Bufan, you are incredibly strong, beyond imagination. I was always confident in my cultivation and spells, but today, I was thoroughly defeated by you."

"You really are a master of quick changes," Zhu Bufan noted, as Zhu Rong Lian's expression swiftly shifted back to its original state as soon as he heard he wouldn't be made a servant—the speed of the change was astounding, though not unpleasant.

"Hey Zhu Bufan, what you said is not right. I was just freed from the shadows of potentially becoming a servant. Honestly speaking, your strength is indeed very strong, probably at the peak of the Bone Forging Ninth Layer Heaven. Surprisingly, you are younger than me, yet your cultivation has progressed so rapidly. No wonder Miss Huo Ling likes you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" As Zhu Rong spoke, Huo Ling's face immediately flushed red with anger, her beautiful eyes bursting with fury, even the Hanhai Spirit Pearl was brought out by Huo Ling.

"Hehe, little brother Zhu Rong, you misunderstood. Zhu Bufan and Huo Ling are not in that kind of relationship, so don't talk nonsense." Seeing Huo Ling's face full of angry embarrassment, Wang Hui inwardly cursed, quickly stepping forward in front of Zhu Rong to loudly clarify, and although Zhu Rong did not understand what was happening, he still respected Wang Hui. Hearing Wang Hui's words, Zhu Rong then said: "Oh, I see, then Miss Huo Ling might still consider what I was talking about?"

"What matter?" Hearing Zhu Rong mention that matter again, Zhu Bufan immediately frowned and asked hurriedly.

"It's just..."

"Zhu Rong! Shut your mouth!!" Before Zhu Rong could finish speaking, Huo Ling had already furiously shouted, a torrent of Water Swords suddenly shot out from behind her, attacking Zhu Rong from all directions.

Facing Huo Ling's sudden outburst, Zhu Rong was terrified, his heart went numb. He had just had a fierce battle with Zhu Bufan and was currently in a state of depleted Primordial Qi, incapable of counterattacking or even defending. Just as Zhu Rong was about to be pierced by Huo Ling's thousands of swords, Zhu Bufan's figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Rong, his hand holding Emperor Yan's weapon swirling, instantly igniting a wall of flames that blocked all of Huo Ling's attacks.

"Huo Ling, what's wrong with you?" After continuously blocking Huo Ling's intense barrage of Water Swords, Zhu Bufan then asked Huo Ling, but at that moment, Huo Ling was rarely showing a face full of anger, seeing Zhu Bufan blocking all her attacks and guarding in front of Zhu Rong, Huo Ling angrily stomped her foot, turned around, and gracefully left, leaving behind a group of baffled onlookers.

"Master Wang Hui, what's going on with Huo Ling?" Turning his head to look at Wang Hui, Zhu Bufan asked with a slightly troubled face, he rarely saw Huo Ling having such violent emotional swings.

"I don't know, just think about it yourself. If you can't figure it out, you're still going to suffer later." After revealing a meaningful smile, Wang Hui answered, while Emperor Yan stood on the side blinking his big eyes, looking like he found something interesting, only Zhu Bufan was still sweating coldly, clueless about what madness had taken over Huo Ling.

"What do you think, Kou?" In a corner of the city tower, having just enjoyed a fierce battle, the Demon King asked Mr. Kou, who was standing by his side.

"His progress is very fast, but not unexpected. After all, he is the heir of the Martial King Pattern. If he didn't have at least this ability, it would truly be a waste of all the efforts spent by the shaman. More importantly, that Zhu Rong really is ridiculously stupid. If I were in the arena, I wouldn't take such a servant either, a fool who only knows how to show off spells, and embarrassing to be associated with." After revealing a slight smile, Mr. Kou continued: "What really surprised me was his incarnation into techniques, that's the truly terrifying part. I just can't understand how he managed to perfect that Evil Technique, even if he has been training from the womb, it should not be possible to reach such a level?"

"What if I told you that Sworsdmanship is his unique creation, which others can't learn?" A mysterious smile pulled at the Demon King's lips as he asked Mr. Kou.

"Then I can only say, My King, your sense of humor has improved, but it's still far from adequate because it's simply not funny." Hearing the Demon King's words, Mr. Kou, although respectful, had a mocking tone in his speech.

"Fine, you naturally wouldn't believe now, and to be honest, neither did I." Following a hearty laugh, the Demon King said to Mr. Kou: "Kou, I'm going to give you an order now, can you assure you will absolutely obey My Emperor's command?"

"It's only natural, My King. Fulfilling My King's commands is the meaning of my existence." Seeing the Demon King's seriousness, Mr. Kou quickly stepped forward and knelt down, sincerely speaking.