Jun Wudao, Jun Wudao? Qian Jin suspected that the powerful figure before him also possessed a Battle Soul. Otherwise, how could he contend with the other forces of Yongliu? Losing absolute fighting strength meant one could never become one of the major powers.

With that realization, Qian Jin dropped all pretense of concealment. The battle qi from his one hundred and eight active Battle Apertures spun furiously under the command of his Battle Heart: thirty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred and ten thousand!

Exceeding the limit of an ordinary Demon Slaying Battle, Qian Jin’s internal acupoints cracked and popped as the battle qi circulated, sounding like hundreds of firecrackers igniting within his body, his aura instantly soaring.

Jun Wudao’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Was this truly just a Demon Slaying Battle? Why did he sense an implicit danger?

The bloodline warrior of the Elf King could no longer remain stationary amidst the clash of their auras, stumbling backward involuntarily. Her long, luminous eyes—more stunning than any legend suggested of the elves—stared at Qian Jin in disbelief.

Without activating her Elf King bloodline power, or entering the Elf King Bloodline Battle Body state, how could Qian Meng, rumored to be merely an ordinary warrior, be this formidable? This level of strength was supposed to belong to a Demon Slaying Battle?

Those accustomed to conflict needed no referee to declare the start. The moment their auras collided, Qian Jin’s back muscles tensed sharply. He bent his knees slightly, bringing his right foot down with full force, grinding the inch-thick flagstone beneath him into dust, launching himself forward like an arrow loosed from a massive magical crossbow.

Qian Jin’s sudden attack carried an impact far beyond anyone’s prediction. The surrounding floorboards shuddered three times from the force of his stepping, as if the entire room was about to collapse. The female Elf King bloodline warrior felt her rooted feet suddenly planted on soft cotton, losing all purchase, on the verge of falling. The members of the Wudao Society watching instantly snapped their gazes upward, many instinctively checking the ceiling to see if the building was giving way.

The distance between them was already minimal. Qian Jin’s right foot jammed and stomped the ground one last time, and his body streaked across the floor, arriving before Jun Wudao in the blink of an eye.

What kind of movement was this? Jun Wudao’s pupils contracted rapidly. His body moved with the brute momentum of a charging bear, yet it gave an illusion of extreme lightness, as if his actual mass was negligible.

Exploding Bear Trampling Snow!

If Duan Fengbu’er were present, he would instantly recognize this unique movement technique Qian Jin had devised in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea. Its aura was ferocious and violent, yet it created a visual paradox, akin to an exploding bear traversing snow without leaving a single footprint.

Qian Jin’s unorthodox, self-created Exploding Bear Trampling Snow brought him within a meter of Jun Wudao. The fierce air current generated by his passage threatened to lift even the sturdy figure of Jun Wudao into the air. His arm swung out with devastating impact, devoid of the playful nature Qian Jin had shown against the Elf King bloodline warrior.

What a savage punch! Jun Wudao watched the blow—utterly devoid of complex maneuvers, resembling a head-on assault on a battlefield, vast and unrestrained—slam towards him, and his heart tightened. This youth was far more powerful than the data provided by the Lei family suggested!

How immense would the impact force be when a fully grown bear charges at top speed? The Exploding Bear intent, derived from a powerful magical beast, should be stronger than a mere bear, yet Qian Jin’s momentum was even fiercer!

Whoosh! Bang-bang-bang!

The air roared with muffled thunder as Qian Jin’s fist cut through it. The debris kicked up from the floor—grit and sand—whipped into the churning battle qi, howling violently.

The others in the room felt the sheer might of the punch, their hearts uncontrollably racing. If they were the target, even if the blow didn't land squarely, they doubted they could withstand the residual shockwave.

The female Elf King bloodline warrior’s fair face turned a ghastly white. If Qian Jin had struck her like that just moments ago, her body would likely have shattered into countless pieces.

Facing a fist capable of pulverizing heavy cavalry into paste, Jun Wudao’s pupils contracted repeatedly as he launched his counterattack!

The underworld overlord did not retreat. His lower abdomen tightened his chest as he recoiled, twisting his waist with his knees to evade Qian Jin’s earth-shattering blow. His arm flipped, driving his elbow outward in a continuous rotation, transforming into the spearhead of a massive iron lance, stabbing straight toward Qian Jin’s head, piercing the air.

Chaotic Force Collapse! The same technique, Chaotic Force Collapse, manifested in Jun Wudao’s hands, but the power was on an entirely different level compared to the female Elf King bloodline warrior; in his grasp, it was a genuine killing move!

Heaven Stealing Step? No! That wasn't the Heaven Stealing Step! Jun Wudao’s movement flashed through Qian Jin’s mind—it was an attempt to emulate the Heaven Stealing Step, a peculiar method born from incomplete knowledge, yet its effectiveness was undeniable.

The elbow strike instantly neared his cheekbone. The potent battle qi and the wind shear stung his ears painfully. Qian Jin dared not be careless; if this strike landed on his chest, he could forgo a direct response, relying solely on his Wind and Cloud Golden Body to endure it. But the attack targeted his ear.

The ear is one of the hardest areas to train and governs the body’s balance and coordination. A direct hit there might prove too much even for the Wind and Cloud Golden Body to withstand in a Demon Slaying Three Battle clash.

In a brief instant, Jun Wudao had escalated the situation from what appeared to be a fair Demon Slaying One Battle confrontation to a Demon Slaying Three Battle scenario. Had he not rapidly increased his battle qi, Qian Jin wouldn't even have been able to dodge that initial punch.

Qian Jin bent his legs again, sinking low, his hands raised slightly before his chest, resembling an exploding bear spotting a beehive hanging from a tall tree, perfectly ducking under Jun Wudao’s elbow.

Simultaneously, Qian Jin’s body tilted violently, mirroring an exploding bear, frustrated that it couldn't climb the tree, instead using its bulk to repeatedly slam into the trunk, attempting to dislodge the hive.

Beast Battle Technique! Exploding Bear Slams Tree!

The eleven thousand battle qi erupted at close range, amplified by the Exploding Bear Slams Tree technique. Its power far surpassed that of a simple Exploding Bear. Forget merely shaking a tree; even a Nanmu tree requiring eight people to encircle would snap or shatter under the force of Qian Jin’s impact.

Jun Wudao had no time to marvel at Qian Jin’s combat intuition. He hastily crossed his arms in front of him, slightly raising his right knee like a massive shield to block the impact aimed at his lower body. Demon Slaying Six Battle, Seven Battle, Eight Battle… Nine Battle………… Demon Extinguishing One Battle! Golden Battle Heart!

Jun Wudao abandoned any pretense of fairness. The moment he felt that surge of battle qi, he knew his Demon Slaying Warrior state could not stop his opponent. He instantly elevated his power to the Demon Extinguishing One Battle level.

Boom! Crash!

The female Elf King bloodline warrior, nearest the epicenter, felt the ground genuinely shake. Two immense powers collided, causing the floorboards to rebound under the impact, producing a resonant clatter.

Qian Jin’s black warrior uniform began to sizzle under the pressure of the battle qi, rapidly developing countless tears, shreds of fabric flying upward. His legs were driven deep into the earth almost half a foot, and his hair stood straight up as if struck by an electric current.

Jun Wudao’s stance was no less deeply rooted than Qian Jin’s. The arms crossed defensively in front of him were twisted by the violent battle qi, disintegrating into tatters. A bead of cold sweat rolled down Jun Wudao’s forehead and splashed onto the ground.

Hah… Hu… Hu…

Jun Wudao breathed in short, shallow gasps. His pupils, shrunk to pinpricks, shone with an appreciative light, entirely devoid of the naked killing intent they held at the start of the exchange.

“Not bad, kid,” Jun Wudao slowly dropped his arms, flexing his fingers ten times. He had activated his Golden Battle Heart power a tad too late. The moment Qian Jin struck him, he felt as though his bones were about to break—it felt less like being hit by a person and more like being struck by a pile of actual metal, an expensive piece of magical, self-propelled weaponry rumored to be capable of bankrupting a nation.

Qian Jin slowly straightened up. The side of his body that absorbed the impact throbbed with a fierce, unfamiliar heat. His Wind and Cloud Golden Body had been shattered in an instant, only to swiftly reassemble. He realized that Jun Wudao’s crossed defense had hidden another Chaotic Force Collapse, resulting in sixteen successive impacts, forcing his Wind and Cloud Golden Body to reform sixteen times.

That defensive battle qi rotation speed just now… Qian Jin eyed Jun Wudao cautiously. Had it approached two hundred thousand revolutions per minute? He wondered just how powerful this underworld overlord’s ultimate strength truly was.

“Kid, you are far better than I imagined.”

Jun Wudao placed his hands affectionately on Qian Jin’s shoulders, looking him over with the delight of a prospective father-in-law inspecting his future son-in-law.

Qian Jin recalled the preceding day, nearly worked to exhaustion by several women, and quickly whispered, “Mr. Wudao, I am already taken. And I have more than one fiancée. If you push another one onto me, I truly won’t be able to handle it.”

Jun Wudao’s expression of delight froze for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter. The ugly, fearsome scar on his face, in that instant, lost its usual cold shadow, instead shining brilliantly like a badge of honor, truly captivating.

Qian Jin began to understand why the female Elf King bloodline warrior had become Jun Wudao’s mistress. Stripped of the chilling aura of the underworld overlord, his sunny side was indeed quite appealing.

“Kid, I never intended to introduce my daughter to you as a wife,” Jun Wudao said, grinning slyly. “If I did that, wouldn't that be… incestuous?”

“Incestuous?” Qian Jin chuckled dryly, thinking this underworld overlord had gone too far with his jokes. Incest was only relevant in front of direct relatives.

“D-Dad…” The female Elf King bloodline warrior stomped her foot lightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll pluck all your hair out tonight.”

Dad? Qian Jin looked from Jun Wudao to the female Elf King bloodline warrior, who could activate her bloodline power, and then back again. Had this underworld overlord stolen a child from the Qian family? He didn't recall hearing any rumors about that.