What is a Bloodline Warrior? Are they merely the favored darlings of an era when the Zhence Dynasty, the Demon Race, and the Savage Tribe were locked in conflict? In truth, whether warrior or mage, only those who have awakened their Bloodline Power can stand at the very apex of this domain.

To ordinary warriors and mages, Bloodline Power is a near-invincible force. And yet, within that echelon, the three ultimate Bloodline Powers of the Zhence Dynasty and the three ultimate Bloodline Awakening Powers of the Demon Race occupy the pinnacle—the true zenith of all Bloodline abilities.

It has always been the Bloodline Warriors who declare to the common fighters, "All of you come at once! I can take you all on single-handedly."

It has always been only those wielding the highest, ultimate Bloodline Powers who dare utter the phrase, "Come at me together," to other bloodline wielders.

The onlookers gathered before the Qian family entrance genuinely doubted their hearing. Just now! That warrior who had failed to awaken his Qian family bloodline had dared to shout those presumptuous words—all of you come at me—at the very warriors within the Qian family who had awakened theirs.

Presumption! Precisely! Qian Chenyu, smirking, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Qian Jin. This was pure hubris! How many years had it been since he left the Qian family—had he already forgotten the sheer might of an Elven King Bloodline Warrior? If you still think my son is the same Qian Wuqing from two months ago, you are utterly mistaken—deadly mistaken!

"Ending the era of Bloodline Warriors?" That phrase had been shouted by the youth of the Fentu Clan for years untold. At every Newcomer King Tournament, the young warriors of the Fentu Clan, upon encountering a Bloodline Warrior, would invariably chant those words—yet they always ended up the ones being ended, never managing to seize the Newcomer King title from a Bloodline Warrior.

There isn't a single bloodline warrior who hasn't heard ordinary fighters loudly proclaim the need to "end the era of Bloodline Warriors."

However, now, as time marches on, Bloodline Warriors are growing stronger with each generation. It could be said that since the inception of the Bloodline Warrior lineage, in just a few more months or years, they are poised to usher in the most potent era for Bloodline Warriors and Bloodline Battle Mages.

The era where only two major bloodline powers dominated will finally be shattered by the simultaneous emergence of the Six Great Ultimate Awakened Bloodline Powers.

"Ending the Bloodline Power?" The common folk watching the spectacle heard the declaration, and sympathetic smiles touched their faces. If such a feat was impossible in past ages, how could it possibly succeed now, in what might be the most glorious age of Bloodline Power? Ending the Bloodline Power?

The Fentu Clan, in recent years, had temporarily shelved any serious pursuit of "ending the Bloodline Power," content merely to issue the challenge, all because of the potential arrival of the Six Great Ultimate Awakened Bloodline Powers.

"…Ignorance…" Qian Zhanyuan’s low voice drifted slowly from his throat. "…You step aside first…"

Qian Wutian’s body quivered slightly, his gaze locked onto Qian Zhanyuan. His entire form trembled again, and the feet pinned to the ground almost involuntarily began to lift upward.

A smile curved Qian Chenyu’s lips. This was the authority of the Family Head! The words of Qian Zhanyuan, Head of the Qian family, carried weight on the land of Qianzhou almost equal to an Imperial Edict. No one in the Qian family had ever dared to defy him; even the Qian family's supreme prodigy, Qian Wushuang, could only obey.

This time… Qian Chenyu watched Qian Wuqing with a gleeful smile. This time, it’s my son’s moment to shine before everyone!

Suddenly, Qian Wutian’s legs froze mid-air. Within Qian Zhanyuan’s seasoned, sharp pupils, a faint surprise flickered as he watched Qian Wutian’s raised foot slam heavily back down onto its original spot.

Bang! A dull thud echoed as his sole met the ground. Centered on his foot, the dust within a half-meter radius violently shook and scattered outwards in all directions.

Two streaks of sword-like light shot forth from Qian Wutian’s wolf-king eyes—a fierce and resolute glare that met Qian Zhanyuan’s dragon-tiger gaze. He spoke calmly, "My apologies, Family Head. I… refuse! Qian Jin is my prey, and he must be ended by my own hand!"

Qian Chenyu stared, stunned, at Qian Wutian. Was this new generation genius of the Qian family, the one most likely to awaken ultimate power, completely mad? To openly defy the Family Head’s command? Even if he was the most promising candidate for ultimate bloodline awakening, the Family Head would never indulge him this much.

Qian Wushuang, who had been silently contemplating, felt the twitching of Qian Zhanyuan’s brow. He abruptly snapped his eyes open as if unleashing two bolts of lightning from thin air. He took a sudden step forward, his body moving half a pace ahead of Qian Zhanyuan. "Wutian! Are you defying orders?"

In the quiet expanse before the Qian residence, Qian Wushuang’s sharp reprimand sounded like a thunderclap. Everyone present felt their minds momentarily haze over, instinctively wanting to heed Qian Wushuang’s directive.

Qian Chenyu glared coldly at Qian Wushuang, inwardly dissatisfied. What was this Qian Wushuang thinking? Qian Wutian has clearly angered the Family Head. Why would you interject now, when doing nothing would allow you to eliminate your strongest rival? Why help him?

Qian Zhanyuan’s brow twitched. The words surging to his throat were swallowed back down. A faint look of appreciation sparked in his eyes, settling upon Qian Wushuang’s back. Interesting! Protecting his junior before I can issue my wrathful decree.

Qian Wutian’s wolf-like eyes gradually calmed. His tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed, becoming as pliant as willows in the breeze. His eyes resembled a still, undisturbed lake. "Family Head, if I accept your command and step aside, I can avoid your punishment," Qian Wutian said, a faint smile touching his lips. "But my entire life…" he paused, "…will be ruined."

"Family Head," Qian Wutian slowly bent into a bow. "You may kill me, confine me, or cripple me. I only ask that you allow me to defeat Qian Jin personally. Afterward, whatever you deem fit, I will accept! My entire existence right now has but one opponent: Qian Jin!"

"Qian Jin?" For the first time, Qian Zhanyuan’s sharp eyes truly focused on Qian Jin. His thick, long eyebrows furrowed in displeasure as he spoke gravely, "A mere waste who hasn't even awakened the noble Elven King Bloodline. How can he be your life’s opponent? You are an Elven King Bloodline Awakener, possessing infinite potential like Wushuang. Your rivals should only be the other five ultimate bloodlines! This waste doesn't even qualify to warrant a second glance from you."

"That is not true!" Qian Wutian gazed calmly at Qian Zhanyuan, then raised a finger toward the missing ear. "Family Head, this ear! It was severed by him when I pursued Qian Jin into the Ancient Desolate Sands…"

"What?"

"Is that true?"

"Qian Jin cut off one of Qian Wutian’s ears?"

A wave of clamor swept through the gathered crowd. Qian Chenyu’s pupils contracted repeatedly. This Qian Wutian was not one of those Bloodline Warriors whose strength was all show; he had received the finest combat training since childhood and possessed combat experience that could be described as seasoned!

Qian Zhanyuan’s furrowed brow lifted slightly. A cold sneer of disdain touched his lips as he repeatedly shook his head. "So what if he did? If a lion cub is nipped by a rabbit, does the adult lion need to hunt down that rabbit later to prove its strength? Wutian, you are an Elven King Bloodline Warrior with the potential for ultimate bloodline awakening. You must have broader horizons; don't fixate on this waste as your target. Your goal is only Wushuang!"

"Qian Wushuang?" Qian Wutian took a deep breath. "Family Head, he is my next destined opponent. If I cannot even cross this small hill before me, how can I ever hope to climb the higher mountains?"

"Heh heh," Qian Wushuang let out a few cold laughs laced with contempt through his teeth. "A waste who chooses another waste as his opponent—what qualifications does he have to be my rival? The ultimate Elven King Bloodline Awakening will only manifest in me! Without the heart of a Star Prodigy, how can one awaken the battle spirit of a Star Prodigy!"

"Qian Wutian, this fight is mine!" Qian Wuqing took a slow, icy half-step forward. The battle aura emanating from him instantly collided with Qian Wutian’s, and the battlefield suddenly seemed like a pile of dry tinder into which a torch had been tossed. The confrontation between the two Elven King Bloodline Warriors escalated to an explosive, hair-trigger state.

Qian Zhanyuan’s eyebrow twitched. His domineering, full lips parted slowly, syllables dancing on his tongue, about to leap out—but Qian Wutian moved first.

"Get lost!"

With a sudden roar, Qian Wutian darted forward like lightning. His arm shot out, resembling a flying ape reaching for the throat, aiming for Qian Wuqing’s face. The rags of his clothing snapped in succession with sharp pa-pa sounds, like waves crashing against coastal reefs.

A savage aura suddenly erupted from Qian Wutian’s core. The onlookers could not clearly track his movements, yet they all instinctively shivered, each feeling the sensation of being targeted by a wolf.

"Speed, momentum, power—he is so much stronger than two months ago. It seems Qian Wutian underwent incredibly arduous special training during these past two months."

Qian Jin slightly raised his eyelids and nodded repeatedly. Observing Qian Wutian's sudden attack, though he stood alone, he moved with the coordinated thrust of a wolf pack charging across the plains. The impact of his charge seemed intent on tearing apart his opponent’s aura. The potential of the Elven King Bloodline Warrior was truly something to incite envy and jealousy.

"You get out of my way!"

Qian Wuqing straightened his back abruptly, unleashing the full extent of the battle qi within him: Demon Subdual Battle One, Battle Two… Battle Three… Battle Five… Battle Eight… Demon Subdual Nine Battles… Peak! Demon Execution Battle One! Battle Heart!

The surging battle qi, centered on Qian Wuqing’s body, erupted madly like a geyser! A look of satisfied pride flickered across Qian Chenyu’s face. This was his son, Qian Wuqing! After losing to Qian Jin, that bloodline-less waste, last time, he hadn't become depressed; instead, leveraging his Third-Level Awakening, he had not only broken through to the summit of the Demon Subdual Nine Battles in just two months but had also condensed a Battle Heart!

This signaled that the warrior had entered a high-tier realm: the Battle Heart!

Aooo! Qian Wutian threw his head back and howled. His slightly open right hand clenched violently. His legs stamped the ground, propelling him forward, and his right fist drove straight ahead like a battering ram striking wood, his arm rotating to whip up a spiraling wind that whistled loudly!