"You... you..." Lei Guangri Yue's body trembled uncontrollably, his fierce eyes fixed intently on Qian Jin: "You... you actually dared to kill someone...

Qian Jin held the Zhanmadao, his fighting aura undiminished, watching Lei Guangri Yue vigilantly: "What else? Didn't your daughter also intend to kill me with that strange fighting weapon and all those magic scrolls? If I don't kill her, she kills me!

Should I just let her kill me?" In that moment, Qian Jin finally understood completely. Facing the Lei family, even if he had held back just now—simply defeating Lei Yueyue without killing her—the Lei family's attitude toward him wouldn't have changed. Lei Wei was an example from last time.

At that moment, killing Lei Sheng was nothing more than kicking a stone a little harder. But what did the Lei family do? A duel!

What did Lei Yueyue do? A Blazing Fireball spell! That special fighting weapon that could only kill, not merely defeat someone, and all these things demonstrated that what the Lei family desired was not victory, but death.

"You killed my daughter! I will make you pay with your life!" The chair beneath Lei Guangri Yue exploded into pieces under the burst of his fighting aura. His fighting soul, not yet fully materialized, rushed out of his body.

The ground beneath his feet roared deafeningly. The main rostrum on the left shuddered under the force, shaking violently. The teacups placed on the table jittered incessantly.

He himself moved like a massive stone hurled from a catapult, surging directly toward Qian Jin! His five fingers cracked audibly in the air, his entire palm appearing twice its size out of nowhere, as if about to blot out the entire sky. Lei Family Secret Art: Heaven-Shading Hand!

Lei Guangri Yue's speed surpassed Qian Jin's. His ferocious strength had already propelled him before Qian Jin at the very moment he roared his declaration. Facing the Heaven-Shading Hand, Qian Jin felt like a chick facing a giant palm; no matter how he tried to evade, the massive hand seemed inescapable.

Once caught, he would be utterly crushed into dust. In an instant, every fighting skill he had ever learned flashed through his mind, seeming to rearrange themselves. His body instinctively condensed his fighting aura at high speed.

A split second between life and death! Qian Jin instinctively gathered his fighting aura, raising both arms slightly, about to unleash the Qian family's world-dominating Kun Fighting Technique, when a second thunderous roar echoed in his ears. "Lei Guangri Yue, get the hell over here and die!" The moment Fabredius's familiar bellow erupted, the entire training ground seemed to vibrate with the sound of the roar.

A flash of red light streaked past Qian Jin! Fabredius stood before Qian Jin, enveloped in a red glow. He smashed one fist into Lei Guangri Yue's palm.

The clash of immense power caused the air in the entire training ground to visibly shake and ripple almost to the naked eye. Crack... crack...

crack crack crack... The sound of bones breaking echoed from Lei Guangri Yue's hand. Almost simultaneously, his arm, his shoulder, and even his entire body emitted sounds of fracturing bones.

"You..." Unbelief blossomed in Lei Guangri Yue's eyes before his chest suddenly burst open with a bang! Dead! The mighty Lei family patriarch, Lei Guangri Yue!

A powerhouse who was almost able to fully materialize his fighting soul, couldn't withstand a single punch from Fabredius. Lee DeYork shot to his feet, staring dumbfounded at Fabredius. Even if Fabredius had reached the pinnacle closest to Sainthood, he should only have been able to heavily injure Lei Guangri Yue and send him flying with one punch.

Now, he had blown him apart with one punch? There was only one possibility. "That's right!

City Lord Lee DeYork, I have entered Sainthood!" Fabredius held his head up proudly, though his peripheral vision held a flicker of gratefulness directed toward Qian Jin. If the Saint was a being like a god in the eyes of many, then Qian Jin was the god who created the god! "Uncle, you really shouldn't have moved so soon," Qian Jin said, patting Fabredius's shoulder.

"I was confident just now that I could withstand that strike and survive." "Is that so?" Fabredius's proud expression turned somewhat awkward. "I acted early..." "Yes," Qian Jin sighed deeply. "The pressure he put on me just now made me instantly understand many fighting techniques I couldn't grasp before.

Perhaps if I had taken that blow, I would have only been heavily injured, but I would have gained much more insight." Fabredius's face grew more awkward as he scratched his head. "You didn't say so earlier; I didn't know." Lee DeYork felt like he was dreaming. Fabredius had entered Sainthood!

The proud and formidable Fabredius, after killing the Lei family patriarch, was now apologizing to a young warrior? What... what kind of situation was this?

Sainthood! This had always been the exclusive realm of Bloodline Warriors. Only when a Bloodline Warrior reached a certain level of power could they merge their innate, exclusive fighting soul with their body, achieving Sainthood and becoming a Saint-level powerhouse.

For countless years, countless gifted ordinary warriors had tried to cross the threshold of Sainthood, yet no one had ever truly managed to step through it. The tyrannical fighting soul bloomed behind Fabredius, subtly forming a unique field of fighting aura, as if intending to establish a very special set of laws within this small space. "He actually...

actually entered Sainthood..." Lee DeYork sank heavily back onto his stone stool, watching Fabredius slowly rise and hover in the air. Warriors are different from mages! Only by achieving Sainthood could one break free from the shackles of the earth and soar freely in the sky.

Mu Gui Wuxin's bear eyes widened as he stared blankly at Fabredius suspended mid-air, clearly not using any floating magic. "It can't be true, can it? In...

Fabredius... he... he has entered Sainthood!" Sainthood!

An ordinary warrior achieving Sainthood! Mu Gui Wuxin forcefully pinched his own thigh with both hands; the piercing pain confirmed he was not dreaming. His eyes locked onto Qian Jin beside Fabredius, only to find that the young man was as calm as if watching a hen lay an egg, showing no surprise or shock whatsoever.

"No!" Lee DeYork suddenly sprang up, gripping the metal railing in front of him tightly, and roared: "You are not fully Sainted! You are only a Half-Saint right now... Your Soul Domain is incomplete!

You... you just entered Sainthood? How did you do it?" Indeed!

Mu Gui Wuxin's expression grew excited. Fabredius's Soul Domain had not truly formed yet, so there was no talk of Soul Domain laws. What he possessed now was merely the devastating power that came immediately after entering Sainthood; he couldn't be considered a completely Sainted being yet!

This situation had only two possibilities. One was being stuck in the Half-Saint state; this wasn't unheard of in the Zhence Dynasty. Some Bloodline Warriors would get stuck at the Half-Saint level due to specific circumstances, unable to form their own Soul Domain laws and complete the entire process of Sainthood.

The other possibility was having just entered Sainthood! Not yet fully mastering the power of the Saint Soul, thus unable to form a complete set of Soul Domain laws! The Saint Soul power emanating from Fabredius was brimming with vitality.

This aura was completely unlike the stale aura of an old Saint Soul that had been stuck at the Half-Saint stage for ages. This was clearly the state immediately following the condensation of the fighting soul into a Saint Soul. An ordinary warrior achieving Sainthood!

This was a desire that no ordinary warrior could resist. In the past, no one could achieve it, yet countless people aspired to accomplish it. Now, the moment someone truly succeeded, hope was infinitely magnified in the spiritual worlds of everyone present, desperate to know how Fabredius managed to do it!

"City Lord York, now might not be the time to discuss this, right?" Fabredius slowly descended back to the ground, gently patting Qian Jin's shoulder. "Shouldn't you first pass judgment on the duel that just took place?" Judgment? Lee DeYork finally remembered.

The duel had been between the Torrent Battle Fortress and the Lei family. The true protagonist should be Qian Jin, holding the Zhanmadao. Lee DeYork's gaze, full of questions, settled back onto Qian Jin.

This young man, not yet nineteen, possessed such immense fighting aura! A Second-Tier Demon Subduer! In terms of pure warrior capabilities, he even surpassed his own son, Hongseryork.

Where did such a young man come from? If he had awakened his bloodline power and was a Bloodline Warrior, it would be understandable! Lee DeYork carefully scrutinized Qian Jin, the corners of his eyes twitching incessantly.

What was truly terrifying about this young man wasn't just his astonishing fighting aura, but his terrifying combat capability! Lei Yueyue was also a Second-Tier Demon Subduer, moreover, she cultivated both battle and magic, having already broken through the third-tier mental power barrier, possessing fifth-tier mental power, along with a full set of expensive magic scrolls. In an equivalent-level battle, she was virtually unbeatable!

Even a Third-Tier Demon Subduer warrior would struggle to guarantee a win against her. Against a Fourth-Tier Demon Subduer, she would, at most, be defeated, but not killed. Yet, such a powerful Lei Yueyue was defeated and killed by Qian Jin in a duel of the same rank!

And this happened in mere seconds, brutally slain by Qian Jin's blade, appearing so fragile that she seemed less like a formidable Second-Tier Demon Subduer and more like a chick that could be extinguished at any moment. Was Lei Yueyue a chick? Lee DeYork shook his head slightly.

The title 'Evil Moon Angel' was not earned lightly; it belonged to someone who had genuinely witnessed the carnage of the battlefields between humans and demons! But even such a person was instantly cut down by Qian Jin! This didn't mean Lei Yueyue was weak; it meant Qian Jin was overwhelmingly powerful!

This kind of person... Lee DeYork narrowed his eyes and murmured inwardly, "No wonder Fabredius holds him in such high regard. He even...

openly executed the contemporary Lei family patriarch, Lei Guangri Yue!" The duel! Lei Guangri Yue openly attacking had indeed committed a grave error. According to the dynasty's rules for duels, Fabredius killing Lei Guangri Yue wasn't technically wrong.

However, Lei Guangri Yue was the patriarch of the Lei family, one of the eight major powers in Yongliu City! Too many complex issues were involved. He wasn't some stray cat or dog who could be killed without consequence; this concerned the Lei family's honor.

For the sake of one Qian Jin, killing the Lei family patriarch? Lee DeYork vaguely sensed that something was amiss. Could Fabredius's entry into Sainthood be related to this young man?

Could it be that he coincidentally possessed a Soul Weapon whose wave frequency matched Fabredius's fighting soul? Impossible! Soul Weapons were rare; how could a mere warrior like him possess one?

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