The crowd below the stage, along with the countless demon cultivators watching through transmission arrays across the Demon Realm, were already too exhausted to criticize anymore.

Damn, you guys are being way too blatant!

Are you seriously throwing the match right in front of us?

Do you even realize how fake this looks?

Could you not insult our intelligence like this?

However, there's no choice, as the original rules of the Evangelical Assembly allow for conceding.

Under the eyes of everyone, the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor proactively approached Cai Ying.

The Little Sparrow Demon didn't hold back and swung a slap.

Even before it landed, the Hundred Evils Demon Emperor let out a scream.

"Ah..."

Following that, he compliantly spun mid-air in a 3600° gyroscopic rotation, finishing with a difficult diving landing.

Bam!

He landed at Cai Ying's feet like a dead fish.

The crowd below couldn't bear to watch.

Could it be any faker?

Could it be any more perfunctory?

A mere Celestial Immortal could beat on an opponent for a day and still not break the defense of a late-stage Quasi-Emperor, let alone the fact that no hit was landed.

After he was down, Cai Ying gave him another kick.

This time the kick did connect.

But to the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor, it was just a tickle. He grinned ear to ear while rolling down the stage, wailing miserably.

"Amazing, amazing!"

"As expected of Master Cai Ying, I am not as skilled, I concede!"

The surrounding demon cultivators' mouths twitched.

Is that really the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor, being so cheeky after getting hit?

Why does it seem so unlike him?

With the withdrawal of the Hundred Evils, Cai Ying naturally advanced.

The Demon Emperors on the high stage watched the poor performance of these two, faces turning a shade of purple with anger, eager to grind the bones of these two living treasures to dust on the spot.

The sacred justice and dignity of the Evangelical Assembly were utterly destroyed by this farce!

Meanwhile, the demon cultivators below burst into laughter.

Throughout many sessions, hasn't each Evangelical Assembly been a fierce, bloody battle?

They've long grown aesthetically fatigued by such brawling matches.

Now, this blatantly rigged match-trading instead piqued their interest.

The group of Demon Emperors outside were also wide-eyed and confused.

For a moment, they couldn't digest this mode of advancement.

Originally planning to rush in and snatch back the sword scabbard at any moment.

But now, it turns out it's unnecessary, leaving them utterly baffled.

Is there a way to break the situation like this?

After a while, Cang Ling giggled out loud.

"Elder Cyan Dragon, didn't you prophesy that he would undoubtedly die? What is it now?"

The Cyan Dragon Emperor was equally dumbfounded.

His prophecies about that kid have never come true.

"That kid is shameless, even using artifact refining to bribe opponents, despicable, truly despicable!"

The White Tiger and Ice Phoenix glared at him simultaneously.

"That's the Demon Lord, watch your words!"

"Exactly, don't disrespect the Demon Lord!"

They've already lost faith in Elder Cyan Dragon's Great Prophecy Art.

"Regardless, the Demon Lord passed this round."

"Indeed, as expected of the Demon Lord."

Elder Cyan Dragon's eyes turned, suddenly exclaiming.

"I remember, back when that kid participated in the Grand Demon Assembly, weren't there deals being made one after another?"

The demons thought about it and realized it was true.

At that time, Ao Yang, the War Monkey King, the Yashu King, and the Three-Eyed Tiger all voluntarily threw their matches.

Except that time, it was because they were already his own people.

But this time, the Hundred Evils Demon Emperor was initially a stranger.

"This kid really slacks off wherever he goes, doesn't even need to fight, just lies down to win."

Other Demon Emperors also shook their heads and chuckled.

"The Demon Lord is the Demon Lord, never takes the usual path."

As soon as Cai Ying stepped off the stage, the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor squeezed over again, smiling ingratiatingly and rubbing his hands.

"Master Cai Ying, are you satisfied?"

"It's fine."

"Then, my Tier Nine Immortal Blade…"

"I always keep my promises, count on me."

For Brother Cheng, refining artifacts is just a matter of activating a system swipe, not exhausting at all.

"Great, thank you, Master!"

In his delight, the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor transformed into Master Cai Ying's loyal bodyguard.

Sticking closely by her side, he menacingly glared at the surrounding demon cultivators, paving the way and escorting her, allowing no one to approach her vicinity.

Joking aside, if anything were to happen to the master, the immortal artifact would be out of reach.

Many Quasi-Emperors nearby outwardly showed disdain, but internally felt immense envy.

That's a Tier Nine Immortal Artifact, after all.

If it were them, they'd make the same choice, after all, tangible benefits outweigh all else.

They just didn't get the opportunity.

"Hmph, what a pipe dream!"

Master Tu Qin, who had previously fainted, had woken up and, after learning about what happened afterward, was so angry he felt pain in his liver.

He harbored deep resentment against Cai Ying.

Would love nothing more than for her to die the most miserable death possible.

He had thought she was bound to die after entering the Chaos Group, but who knew there was such a way to survive?

How could he accept this?

"Who has actually seen her refine a Tier Nine Immortal Artifact?"

"Who has seen it?"

"Do you really think being first in four contests means she is definitely a Ninth-grade Immortal Artifact Master?"

This Ninth-grade Master flew to a high point above the crowd, loudly proclaiming: "Refining an immortal artifact and competing are completely different matters, it requires countless years, easily tens of millions of years."

"A mere Celestial Immortal, no matter how well she does in the competition, can she endure crafting for millions of years?"

"Can she guarantee not making mistakes for millions of years?"

With his words, many were indeed persuaded.

Indeed, all of Cai Ying's four contest durations were rather short, only a quarter hour.

Even if she possesses all the techniques for crafting Tier Nine Immortal Artifacts, she doesn't have the endurance to craft consecutively for millions of years.

Artifact refining is an endeavor demanding extremely high endurance.

Simply put, the Celestial Immortal's power is too low.

Even the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor felt a little shaken, but he was already on Cai Ying's boat now.

Having already conceded, he could only choose to continue believing in her.

But the original look of joy had completely disappeared.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Master Tu Qin added a further incentive, throwing out a heavy-handed decision.

"Next, whoever can kill Cai Ying in the Chaos Group competition, I promise to refine a Tier Nine Immortal Artifact for them!"

Upon these words, the entire venue was in an uproar!

The group of Demon Emperors on the high platform was overjoyed.

This is excellent!

Tu Qin's offer once again pushed Cai Ying to the brink of doom.

Many Quasi-Emperors couldn't wait to get on stage themselves, hoping to face Cai Ying in the next round.

If they kill her, they'll earn a Tier Nine Immortal Artifact.

This temptation is insanely high, surpassing most top-tier opportunities.

Brother Cheng naturally wasn't worried about how strong his next opponent might be, in the worst case, using Immortal Soul Shock to clear them out, or using the system resurrect and cheat afterward to clear them out.

That's no big deal.

What he's concerned about now is how to 'ruin' this Evangelical Assembly, turning this grand event into a farce.

So, the 'dirty deals' have to continue.

With this in mind, he sent a telepathic message to teach Cai Ying once more.

Amidst the gaze of everyone present, Cai Ying directly stretched out her hand towards the Hundred Evils Quasi-Emperor.

"Bring out all the materials you have prepared."

"I can refine a Ninth-grade Immortal Blade on the spot for you right now."

As soon as these words fell, the entire venue fell silent.