The City Lord's wife was sent flying backward with a single kick, seemingly having broken several bones in the process. The one who struck her wasn't the physically imposing warrior, but a woman of striking, seductive beauty.

Qian Jin looked at Lucifer Flow with astonishment. If Gu Yue Jiaying had delivered that kick, it wouldn't have been surprising at all, but coming from this demoness, it felt somewhat absurd. She appeared to have no significant history with Biluo; by all accounts, they had only known each other for a single day.

"How dare you provoke my sister..." Lucifer Flow, clearly unappeased, rolled up her sleeves, signaling her intent to advance and continue the assault.

Gu Yue Jiaying lightly tapped the about-to-erupt Lucifer Flow, her expression calm as she spoke softly, "That is your older sister. She is older than you."

"Sister?" Lucifer Flow paused, then quickly nodded, "Dare to provoke my older sister? Just watch as I..."

Lucifer Flow turned back, looking quizzically at Gu Yue Jiaying, who was now tapping her shoulder for the second time. "Big Sister...?"

"Here, when is it your turn to speak? To take charge? To act?" Gu Yue Jiaying's gaze settled firmly on Qian Jin. "The man of the house is here." Instantly, Lucifer Flow transformed from the momentum of a descending tiger to the demeanor of a gentle lamb, obediently retreating backward. Her beautiful single eye shimmered with an almost shy light as she looked at Qian Jin. "A'Jin, I temporarily lost control of my emotions. Can you forgive me?" Ma Hongwen felt his eyeballs might drop out. What was this young man's background? Judging by the words of the otherwise utterly plain-looking beauty, it seemed all these women belonged to this young man? He was the backbone of this household!

The surrounding crowd held their breath, staring blankly at Qian Jin. Didn't that violently stunning woman look exceptionally formidable? And she was this man's woman?

Situ Yixiao, curled on the ground, coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody phlegm. Finally catching her breath, she glared at the four warriors and one mage surrounding her, roaring with fire in her eyes, "Are you all dead men? How dare you stand there while I am being beaten? Attack! I order you to strike!"

"But, Madam..."

"No 'buts'! Attack her! Beat them to death! If they die, it's on me!" Situ Yixiao, disheveled, her eyes blazing with fierce rage, painfully managed to raise an arm and point at Qian Jin. "Strike! Strike them all! I’ll give fifty—no! One hundred thousand gold coins!" Energized by the City Lord's wife's guarantee, the faces of the four warriors changed simultaneously. Their internal Dou Qi exploded outward, surging nonstop: Demon Subduing First Battle, Second Battle, Third Battle... Ninth Battle... Demon Subjugation First Battle...!...

Three of the warriors halted at the Demon Subjugation First Battle. The fourth warrior, a towering figure of one meter ninety, suddenly convulsed, his body undergoing a massive transformation. Black leopard markings spread from his forehead, tracing the lines around his ears toward the tip of his nose. His pupils shifted from their original round shape to narrow, vertical black slits. Four sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and his entire musculature swelled rapidly, as if filled with cotton wadding, unleashing an aura of savage ferocity that swept across the entire area.

A Bloodline Warrior! Bloodline Battle Form! The onlookers were stunned. Among the City Lord's wife's retainers was a Bloodline Warrior—an invincible one!

In that instant, everyone felt a pang of sorrow for Qian Jin. Who could he have provoked if not the City Lord's wife, and one who possessed an unbeatable Bloodline Warrior at her side?

The Bloodline Warrior! In the eyes of ordinary people, it was synonymous with invincibility!

Demon Subjugation Third Battle, Demon Subjugation Ninth Battle! The Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior!

Qian Jin watched the Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior, who had only reached Demon Subjugation Ninth Battle in middle age, shake his head repeatedly. "This is a Bloodline Warrior whose potential likely peaked long ago, one who hasn't activated his bloodline power in years."

The mage began raising his staff, and several beams of light shot out from beneath his robes, landing on the warriors. Biluo murmured quietly, "Haste Spell... it can add ten percent speed..." The four warriors, having trained together for so long, already shared deep unspoken understanding. With just a mere exchange of glances, the four instantly separated, moving toward different directions, only to simultaneously refocus their target onto Lucifer Flow.

Warriors experienced in life-and-death combat could gauge Lucifer Flow's threat level just from the single kick she had delivered. The timing, force, and angle of that kick were judged to be perfectly executed, leading the four to immediately identify her as the most dangerous opponent.

Four warriors attacked from four directions, accompanied by four savage thuds as their feet hit the ground, and the whistling sound of their bodies frictioning against the air as they moved at high speed.

Suddenly, it felt as if a great wind had materialized within the hall.

Qian Jin raised his hand, pulling Lucifer Flow and the others behind him. He clenched his ten fingers, his knuckles cracking audibly as the Dou Qi inside him rapidly burst forth! Demon Subduing First Battle, Second Battle... Ninth Battle! Demon Subjugation First Battle, Second Battle... Fifth Battle, Ninth Battle!

The immense Dou Qi spun violently within his Dou Qiao, erupting from his body, tearing at his clothes with a sound like rushing wind.

Countless battles for survival, days of rigorous training in the Barren Sand Sea—at this moment, although Qian Jin wasn't unleashing his full power, he radiated a fierce aura. His formidable strength, combined with the imposing presence emanating from his stalwart physique, manifested like solid wooden stakes, colliding with the four charging warriors, causing their focus to momentarily lapse, slightly reducing their speed.

In that split second of reduced velocity, the four warriors pivoted their ankles, adjusting their attack trajectories, and unleashed a storm of fists and kicks aimed at every vital point on Qian Jin's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A continuous barrage of blunt impacts sounded like countless warriors in a training yard striking sandbags, producing dull, heavy thuds. The onlookers could only see Qian Jin standing still within the tempest of blows, seemingly possessing no strength to fight back, merely enduring the lethal strikes delivered by the four powerful warriors, one after another.

The flurry of punches and kicks, like a sudden, violent storm, momentarily raged and then vanished within the subsequent seconds. The four warriors swayed their striking limbs with grave expressions.

Pain! Pain unlike anything they had ever known. What they struck felt not like flesh, not like wood, not even like stone—their opponent's body was harder than rock. It felt genuinely like iron.

As the tempest of attacks ceased, the onlookers, who had been casually browsing clothes shops moments before, were dumbfounded. Qian Jin, who hadn't moved an inch, had only his outer garments slightly shredded. His skin, already possessing a slight bronze hue, bore not a single bruise or contusion. It was as if the four had not been attacking Qian Jin, but rather competing with each other in striking practice, with Qian Jin merely standing nearby as an observer. Demon Slaying First Battle!

The instant the attackers stopped, Qian Jin's power surged to a brand-new height. This overwhelming strength caused the bodies of the four warriors to stiffen simultaneously, their minds completely losing the capacity for thought.

Demon Slaying First Battle? A warrior so young achieving Demon Slaying First Battle? Could he be a Bloodline Warrior? If he transformed into his Bloodline Battle Form, how powerful would he be?

"You are her retainers; following orders to attack is understandable," Qian Jin slowly rotated his neck. "But attacking with such vicious intent, aiming for my life—that is going too far! Today, I will leave you with a souvenir, something to remember..."

"No! Retreat!" The Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior felt a terrifying danger rising from his bare skin and shouted, simultaneously attempting a rapid dash toward the doorway. This 'souvenir' the young man mentioned was surely not something pleasant...

Crack!

The Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior suddenly felt his upward trajectory reversed. His ankle was clamped by something like a massive, iron-like pincer. His fierce explosive power, faced with this iron vise, was the equivalent of an ant attempting to win a tug-of-war against an elephant.

The hand resembling an iron pincer was filled with crushing strength. As the Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior was yanked back, intense pain shot through his ankle—the sound of bone being utterly pulverized.

Qian Jin seized the Thunder Leopard Bloodline Warrior, crushing both his ankles with his hands. He then twisted his elbow outward, smashing both knees into powder. Next, his hands flipped outward, striking the warrior’s shoulders, shattering both scapulae completely.

The crowd barely perceived how Qian Jin moved. The four assailants collapsed like sacks of mud. Knees, ankles, wrists, elbows, and shoulder blades—all utterly destroyed!

Crippled! Completely ruined! Even with advanced orthopedic potions from a high-level pharmacist, they could, at best, recover the ability to stand, walk, and use objects to eat. Combat? Impossible for the rest of their lives.

Qian Jin looked at the mage and casually raised a hand. "Are you coming yourself, or shall I do it?"

The mage gripped his staff tightly, tears of terror already streaming from the corners of his eyes. This young warrior was terrifying! He knew perfectly well these people were the City Lord's retainers, yet he attacked with such brutality? Didn't he fear the City Lord’s reprisal?

"I... I am the City Lord's retainer..."

Qian Jin smiled faintly. Letting this mage go would be easy; a mere wave of his hand would suffice. But! If he spared him today, others would come seeking trouble tomorrow. Qian Jin didn't believe he possessed the kind of moral charisma capable of swaying others through mere virtue. If he did, he wouldn't have encountered people like Ai Bijia. Since he couldn't inspire them with personal magnetism for now, then... Qian Jin gently flexed his shoulders. Let anyone who contemplates causing trouble think of the fate of those who acted before them, and the consequences awaiting them.

"Since you refuse to move, then I..." With a strange cry, the mage unleashed over a dozen visible wind blades from beneath his robes, which slammed viciously into his own body. Instantly, flesh was mangled, blood sprayed, and broken bones became the prevailing feature of his form.