The Dark Demon Helm allows one to see through all martial skill attacks! The Dark Demon Shield can block all battle energy in this world! The Dark Demon Armor makes one immune to magic! The Dark Demon Greaves grant the fastest movement speed in the world! The Dark Demon Wings possess the special skill of instant movement! This is the Dark Demon Set from the Chih Feng Yun Tieba! The strongest Dark Demon Set of the Demon Race! Whoever wears it will become the mightiest Demon Warrior in existence!

Naturally, the Demon Race possesses three such sets, each held by one of the three ultimate bloodline Demon Warriors. Likewise, the True Strategy Dynasty possesses three equivalent sets, each held by the three ultimate bloodline warrior noble houses.

For many years, each house claimed their set was the strongest, but when worn by rivals, none could gain an advantage over the others.

Eventually, the opportunities for comparison vanished. Currently, none of the six great sets remain whole within any single family; due to various reasons, each is missing one or several components.

The Dark Demon Armor and Dark Demon Greaves of the Dark Demon Set are among the parts that have gone missing accidentally.

For such a renowned set, it was not just warriors like Qian Jin, but even a three-year-old toddler who could read picture books, who knew of the Demon Race’s overwhelmingly powerful Dark Demon Set.

Laffar stood silently, lightly flicking his chin up in arrogance while gazing at Qian Jin, his eyes filled with poisonous hatred. One leg! Simply because an arrow grazed his heel, he lost an entire lower leg!

Such hatred could only be ended by death.

Qian Jin scrutinized Laffar’s body. The Dark Demon Armor was nowhere to be seen, confirming that this legendary set of sacred artifacts was indeed extraordinary.

“Qian Jin, is it?” Laffar smiled faintly. “Your arrows are indeed lethal. But you have a very bad habit. Shooting for the heart is less effective than…” Laffar raised a hand and tapped his own head, “…shooting right here!”

“Understood…” Before the words fully left his mouth, Qian Jin raised his hand and loosed an arrow! Completely without warning, an arrow shot forth with sudden, overwhelming killing intent. Laffar gasped, drawing great gulps of air, cold sweat plastering his forehead. Blood trickled continuously from the area near his left ear.

One arrow! Even with the aid of the Dark Demon Armor, Laffar, employing the Blood Bat Clan’s strongest speed, dodged desperately, yet still lost an ear! The Blood Bat Clan’s greatest assets were their hearing and scent. To have an ear shot off now? A disgrace!

Qian Jin did not pause after releasing the arrow. Stamping his feet down, the battle energy of the Five Demon Subduing Forms rapidly spun, and with the aid of his Battle Core, he instantly shot toward a super speed of thirty thousand. His movement through the air resembled a roaring, passing train. The great hall echoed with continuous crashing sounds as the Fen Jin Lian Zhan instantly enveloped Laffar’s brow.

“A life-or-death battle, why the chatter!” Duan Fengbu’er flicked his long spear, and the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Battle Form manifested. A slender, pale hand rested on the spear shaft. “I’ll take this.” The Fallen Angel Bloodline Battle Form! Chekfulit held the narrow, thin longsword Qian Jin had obtained from Lucifer Niha, his eyes coldly fixed on Laffar in the battle zone. The right eye obscured by his long hair pulsed, slowly, slowly, faintly glowing with heat.

Raging Lotus Battle Skill! Qian Jin stomped the ground in rapid succession; his battle energy vibrated outward, shaking all the mutated flora away. The ground rebounded with a sound like a war drum, and the powerful recoil instantly propelled him toward Laffar! Chih Feng Yun Tieba! Qian Jin unleashed a Nu Lian Zhan Fang directly in front of Laffar, carrying immense impact force, and the Fen Jin Lian Zhan cleaved down from above! Since you have armor, I’ll strike your head!

The sudden strike had no superfluous maneuvers—it was simple, clean! Direct, straightforward, and the target was clearly set: Laffar’s head. How powerful was the impact force brought by thirty meters per second acceleration? A heavily armored heavy cavalryman would seem as fragile as weak wood before Qian Jin—it was equivalent to a giant elephant clad in full plate armor! If anything, it resembled Qian Jin after being subjected to the Berserk Witchcraft of the Savage Clan Shamanic Wizard!

The immense impact aura stirred up a piercing, thunderous roar of air explosion, like a high-speed train colliding. As the slash descended, gusts of wind rose, scattering Laffar’s golden hair, and even the sand and dirt on the ground were slightly disturbed, slowly parting to the sides. This single slash from Qian Jin seemed not to require actually striking Laffar’s head; the sheer pressure of the attack alone appeared capable of slamming Laffar’s skull straight into his belly.

So savage? Lucifer Liuyun’s facial muscles around his one remaining eye twitched violently. He knew he couldn't dodge such a strike; he would die instantly! This formidable power—how could he seek revenge? Chih Feng Yun Tieba! Laffar narrowed his eyes into two slits, filled with both excitement and apprehension. He made no move to evade; instead, he raised both hands! Battle energy focused on his arms, causing them to emit a dull metallic sheen, as if his entire limbs were made of metal! He slammed them up against Qian Jin’s arms.

“Mithril Hands?” Lucifer Liushui cried out in shock. “The Crown Prince actually taught you the Mithril Hands that the Lucifer Royal Family keeps secret?”

Bang! The air in the great hall vibrated violently the moment their hands met, as if the entire cavern was shaking. Laffar’s body trembled as he forcefully stopped his retreat. “My Mithril Hands have reached the state of crushing stone like squeezing mud. Although I haven't reached the true Mithril Realm yet, these two arms are comparable to genuine weapons! How is this kid’s arm regenerating continuously? Didn’t it just break a few days ago?”

Qian Jin maintained forward pressure with his Fen Jin Lian Zhan strike! His two arms shook simultaneously. Mithril Hands? A battle skill rumored to absorb metallic essence from raw mithril using a specialized technique? And not a battle energy secret method! He hadn’t expected it to be this powerful? He hasn't even mastered it completely yet, has he?

With the Dark Demon Armor enhancing him, Laffar felt boundless battle energy and strength surge through him. His waist twisted suddenly, and his withdrawn hands exploded outward. A flash of fists rushed toward Qian Jin’s chest! “Let me show you the secret technique of my Mithril Hands! Mountain Crushing Collapse!” Chih Feng Yun Tieba!

“So fast!” Lucifer Liushui’s eye corners convulsed repeatedly. He hadn't expected Laffar to have learned Sui Shi Beng Shan as well? Over the years, Laffar had been subservient, his inherent arrogance suppressed in his chest. Now, with the Dark Demon Armor augmenting him, Laffar’s arrogance erupted throughout the Demon Capital. All the malevolent energy in his chest poured into the battle skill, manifesting an artistic conception he had never achieved before. The speed was like surging lightning, his fists clenched, cracking loudly repeatedly—it was as if meteors, not fists, were flying out. The distance between them was instantaneously erased by these blows; even time couldn't keep up. Even a master of the Nine Demon Subduing Forms would suffer greatly under this punch! The auxiliary power of the Dark Demon Armor had elevated Laffar to the strongest below the Demon Slaying Warrior realm!

Qian Jin felt as if the air itself was being sucked away by that punch. Since his debut, he had never encountered such a formidable foe. His eyes shone with unconcealed excitement. Dodge? No! The word ‘dodge’ did not exist in Qian Jin’s dictionary, nor did ‘retreat.’ Qian Jin’s dictionary contained only advance! Advance! Advance!

In a flash of lightning, Qian Jin pressed both his hands downward, his fists hooking inward! His elbows, sharp like a wild bull’s horns, suddenly thrust out, like a wild bull shaking its head and charging with its horns, aiming directly for the surface of Laffar’s fists. In the blink of an eye, Qian Jin used the Po Di Zhan battle skill with both elbows, elegantly transforming into a majestic bull, using its horns to tear open the bellies of jackals and tigers when facing them!

“What battle skill is this? It seems integrated with the Beast Battle Skill, Savage Bull Charge?” Laffar’s heart pounded wildly. This young man wasn't just strong in battle energy; his combat techniques were frighteningly potent! In that split second, Laffar’s fists subtly lifted upward. A single index finger extended from each fist, like nails being struck by a hammer, fiercely stabbing toward the crook of Qian Jin’s elbows. Chih Feng Yun Tieba!

Iron Nail Piercing Stone! This is an advanced technique of the Mithril Hands! The exchange instantly shifted from initial brute force to a subtle contest of finesse within an extremely confined space! In an instant, there was no dodging, no leaping, no explosive clash of battle energy, and no fierce, piercing roars—yet the inherent danger was a hundred times greater than hacking at each other with blades on a battlefield. Chih Feng Yun Tieba!

“Is this endless?” Laffar suddenly roared, his entire body’s battle energy surging again, as if it were about to burst his physical form, breaking through the Nine Demon Subduing Forms and charging directly into the First Demon Slaying Battle Realm!

A Bloodline Warrior breaking through a major realm, while not as arduous as for ordinary warriors, still requires some time for refinement. Condensing the Battle Core during combat is only possible for the absolute top geniuses among Bloodline Warriors. Laffar was not a top genius; at thirty-something years old, his strength was still only at the level of the Nine Demon Subduing Forms, just like Lucifer Liushui. Even so, even though he wasn't a genius, spurred by the power of the Dark Demon Armor, Laffar finally exploded!

A coarse roar ripped from his throat. Qian Jin’s eyebrows lifted, his Adam’s apple bobbing repeatedly, and he chose to erupt at the very same moment!