"Of course, it’s not for empty fame. This Hundred Demon Competition is actually for competing for the quota to enter the Ancient Demon Realm."

"As long as you can stand out in the competition and successfully defend a Martial Arena in the end, you can obtain the qualification to go to the Ancient Demon Realm." The Tiger-Headed Person waved his hand.

"Ancient Demon Realm? What kind of place is that?"

Hearing Fang Hong’s question, a look of longing flashed through the Tiger-Headed Person’s eyes as he explained:

"The Ancient Demon Realm is a mysterious treasure land. It is said that it only appears once every three hundred years, and it hides countless rare treasures inside."

"As long as you can obtain one good item inside, your cultivation can advance by leaps and bounds. If you are lucky, you might even be able to directly achieve a breakthrough in your realm and ascend to the heavens in one step!"

"However, the entrance to the Ancient Demon Realm has always been firmly held by the Dragon Clan. Ordinary small Demonic like us have no chance of getting close."

"The one hundred quotas for this Hundred Demon Competition are an opportunity specifically provided by the Dragon Clan for us. Countless demon race Cultivators are breaking their heads trying to snatch one."

As the Tiger-Headed Person spoke, he clenched his fists, his tone filled with yearning:

"If I could get a quota, even if I just went in for a walk, it would be worth it for this lifetime..."

After listening to the Tiger-Headed Person, Fang Hong understood immediately.

This Ancient Demon Realm sounded exactly like the Treasure Realm he had visited back when he was at the Eastern Luo Sect in the Human Realm.

They are both treasure spaces drifting outside the Immortal Realm, with fixed appearance times, and they contain a large number of treasures.

Fang Hong had indeed been to a Treasure Realm once at the Eastern Luo Sect in the Human Realm, and there were indeed many treasures inside.

Moreover, there is not just one Treasure Realm. In different places and at different times, such Secret Realms may appear, each one being a rare opportunity.

"It seems my luck is quite good. I just arrived in Ancestral Dragon City and encountered such a Treasure Realm!"

Fang Hong was secretly happy. The idea he originally had of going straight to South Dragon City was instantly dismissed. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He decided to first compete for the quota for the Ancient Demon Realm; it wouldn’t be too late to leave after exploring the Secret Realm.

Fang Hong quickly asked the Tiger-Headed Person: "Then when exactly will this Ancient Demon Realm open?"

The Tiger-Headed Person answered patiently: "The Ancient Demon Realm will open tomorrow, and today is the last day of the Hundred Demon Competition. After today, there will be no chance."

"It’s the last day!"

Fang Hong’s heart skipped a beat. He secretly rejoiced that he had arrived in time; he had almost missed this huge opportunity.

"Then what exactly do I need to do to get a quota to enter the Ancient Demon Realm?"

The Tiger-Headed Person pointed to the one hundred Martial Arenas in the center of the square and explained:

"The rules are very simple. Whoever can stand steadily on one of the Martial Arenas by the end of the competition today and become the field master will obtain a quota to enter the Ancient Demon Realm. One Martial Arena corresponds to one quota."

Fang Hong looked at those Martial Arenas. At this moment, there was already a field master on each one.

Moreover, the cultivation of these field masters was not low; they were all great Demonic of the Immortal Emperor Realm.

The weakest had the level of an Early Stage Immortal Emperor, while the strongest ones had even reached the Immortal Emperor Peak, emitting powerful Demonic Qi from their bodies.

Fang Hong quickly scanned the hundred Martial Arenas on the Martial Arena, his gaze finally settling on a Martial Arena in the southeast corner.

Standing there was a tall man dressed in earth-yellow tight-fitting clothing.

The man in yellow was extremely burly, half a head taller than ordinary Demonic, with purple lightning faintly visible around his body. His original form was a Thunder Lion.

The man in yellow was only at the Early Stage Immortal Emperor realm, which ranked him at the bottom among these one hundred field masters.

"I’ll choose this soft persimmon to squeeze, to avoid wasting too much time." Fang Hong made up his mind and his figure began to move.

The Tiger-Headed Person on the side saw Fang Hong’s actions and exclaimed in surprise: "What! Could it be that he also wants to go up and challenge the field master?"

The Tiger-Headed Person himself was only at the Immortal King cultivation level and could not see through Fang Hong’s true strength at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Fang Hong’s figure sped toward the Martial Arena, his heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

Fang Hong’s figure landed steadily in the middle of the Martial Arena. He looked up at the man in yellow opposite him and sternly reprimanded:

"This Martial Arena, this Bear wants it. Get lost!"

As he spoke, Fang Hong did not deliberately hide his cultivation, and his aura as a Late Immortal Emperor instantly erupted.

Like a mountain pressing down, it rushed straight toward the man in yellow with terrifying pressure!

The man in yellow felt his mind shake violently, his chest feeling as if it had been hit hard by a giant rock, and even his breathing became strained.

He gritted his teeth. Although he could clearly feel Fang Hong’s strength, he had been defending the field for so long and no one had ever dared to humiliate him like this. He roared unwillingly:

"If you want me to get lost, you’ll have to see if you have the ability!"

Before the words had even faded, a lion’s roar suddenly exploded!

The lightning on the man in yellow surged, with purple electric arcs crackling and traveling around his body.

His already tall body instantly expanded a size, transforming into his Lion-Man form.

Immediately after, he raised his claw, and a Dao Artifact spear appeared in his palm.

As his Demonic energy poured in, the entire spear was wrapped in purple lightning, turning into a blinding bolt of lightning that stabbed fiercely toward Fang Hong.

Fang Hong slowly raised his right hand, extended only two fingers, and casually pinched toward the spearhead.

"Hum."

With a soft sound, the golden spear carrying the power of thunder was actually steadily pinched by Fang Hong’s two fingers.

The lightning on the spear tip instantly dissipated, unable to advance even an inch further.

The man in yellow was instantly dumbfounded, his face full of terror!

His all-out strike had actually been so casually resolved by the other party? How was this possible.

"Hmph. Overestimating your own abilities."

Fang Hong snorted coldly and exerted force with his wrist. With a whoosh sound, he flung the man in yellow, along with his spear, high into the sky.

"Ahhhh."

A shrill scream pierced the sky, and the man in yellow turned into a pathetic shooting star, flung directly millions of miles away.

Finally, with a "thud," he fell into some desolate and uninhabited mountain corner.

Fang Hong easily occupied this Martial Arena; the whole process took only a few breaths of time.

The Tiger-Headed Person in the distance saw this scene clearly, his mouth wide open.

His face was filled with awe, and he muttered to himself.

"So he is this strong. No wonder he dared to challenge the field master!"

Fang Hong’s move did not cause too much of a stir in the Martial Arena, as there were many other experts fiercely competing on the other Martial Arenas.

Various lights of Dao Techniques were flickering. In comparison, the battle on his side was too easy, and no one paid much attention to it.

Fang Hong stood quietly in the middle of the Martial Arena, patiently waiting for the Hundred Demon Competition to end.

During this waiting period, several Mid-stage Immortal Emperor demon race members who considered themselves strong jumped onto the Martial Arena to challenge him one after another.

The result was predictable. All these challengers were treated the same way by Fang Hong, one by one thrown into unknown corners, never to return.