What of Jun Wudao? Qian Jin suspected that the powerhouse before him also possessed a Dou Hun (Battle Soul), otherwise how could he contend with the other factions of the Eternal Flow? Without absolute combat power, one could not become one of the major powers.

Given this! Qian Jin made no attempt to hide anything. The Dou Qi (Battle Qi) of his one hundred and eight Huo Dou Qiao (Living Battle Acupoints) spun wildly under the control of his Dou Xin (Battle Heart), reaching thirty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred and ten thousand!

Exceeding the ten thousand rotation limit of the ordinary Nine War of Demon Slaying! All of Qian Jin’s acupoints cracked and popped as the Dou Qi spun within him, like hundreds of firecrackers blooming inside his body, his aura instantly soaring.

Jun Wudao’s brow twitched slightly. Was this truly the War of Demon Slaying? Why did I feel a faint sense of danger?

The bloodline warrior of the Elven King could no longer stand steady under the collision of their auras as before. Her feet involuntarily stepped back repeatedly, and her pair of long, beautiful eyes, surpassing the legends of the elves, stared at Qian Jin in disbelief.

Without activating the Elven King bloodline power, and without entering the Elven King bloodline battle body, Qian Jin—who was rumored to be merely an ordinary warrior—was actually this terrifyingly strong? The power of the War of Demon Slaying?

Those accustomed to battle do not need a referee to call the start. The instant their auras clashed, the skin on Qian Jin’s back tightened sharply. He bent his knees slightly, stomped his right foot onto the ground with full force, grinding the one-inch thick stone slab beneath him into powder. His entire body launched forward like an arrow fired from a massive magical crossbow.

Qian Jin’s sudden attack possessed a momentum far exceeding everyone’s predictions. The surrounding floor where the stone slab had shattered vibrated fiercely, as if the ground of the entire room was about to tremble. The Elven King bloodline warrior felt as if her firmly rooted feet were suddenly standing on soft cotton, unable to gain purchase, on the verge of falling.

The members of the Wudao Society watching from the periphery stared blankly. Many instinctively looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the building was about to collapse.

The distance between them was not great to begin with. Qian Jin planted and stomped his right foot on the ground, gliding across the floor at high speed, arriving before Jun Wudao in the blink of an eye.

What kind of movement was this? Jun Wudao’s pupils contracted rapidly. His body propulsion was as robust and mighty as a raging bear, yet his movement gave the strange feeling of being exceptionally light, as if his true body possessed no weight at all.

Exploding Bear Treads the Snow!

If Duan Fengbu'er were here, he would instantly recognize this as the unique movement technique Qian Jin had devised himself in the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea. The aura was wild and ferocious, but the body created a visual illusion, akin to the bizarre sight of an exploding bear walking on snow without leaving a single footprint.

Qian Jin’s self-created, unorthodox Exploding Bear Treads the Snow brought him within a meter of Jun Wudao. The fierce aura trailing his body threatened to sweep even a sturdy man like Jun Wudao into the sky. His arm, carrying immense impact force, smashed forward. The playful atmosphere from his earlier exchange with the Elven King bloodline warrior was completely gone.

What a fierce punch! Jun Wudao watched this punch—which dispensed with any variation, resembling a frontal charge, charge, charge on the battlefield, broad and overwhelming—and his heart tightened. This kid was far stronger than the intelligence provided by the Lei family!

How powerful would the impact force be when a mature bear charges at truly high speed? The concept embodied by the exploding bear is that of a demonic beast, far stronger than an adult bear. Qian Jin’s impact was even more ferocious than that of an exploding bear!

Rumble! Bang bang bang!

The air, displaced by the probing of Qian Jin’s fist, generated deep sounds of wind and thunder. The gravel kicked up from the floor whistled, and flying sand mingled with the surging Dou Qi, roaring with tyrannical fury.

The others in the room felt the might of this punch, their hearts uncontrollably racing. If they had faced this punch, even if it hadn't struck them directly, they doubted if they could even withstand the residual shockwave.

The Elven King bloodline warrior’s fair face turned a sickly pale. If Qian Jin had struck her like that just moments ago, she feared her body would have cracked into numerous pieces?

Facing a punch capable of reducing heavy cavalry to mush, Jun Wudao’s pupils contracted repeatedly as he launched his counterattack!

The Black Dao Overlord did not retreat. His lower abdomen moved in tandem with his chest, pulling back, his waist twisting with his knees as he shifted his body... narrowly avoiding Qian Jin’s earth-shattering blow. His arm flipped, and his elbow struck outwards, rotating continuously, transforming into the head of a great iron spear, piercing the air and stabbing straight toward Qian Jin’s head.

Chaotic Force Collapse! The same Chaotic Force Collapse appeared in the hands of the Black Dao Overlord, Jun Wudao, but its power was a completely different concept from that displayed by the Elven King bloodline warrior. In his hands, it was a true killing move!

Stealing Heaven Steps? No! That wasn't Stealing Heaven Steps! The possibilities flashed rapidly through Qian Jin’s mind regarding Jun Wudao’s movement. It was an attempt to mimic Stealing Heaven Steps, but a peculiar form of movement created due to not knowing the true method, yet its effectiveness was undeniable.

The elbow strike instantly neared his cheek. The powerful Dou Qi and the air-splitting wind caused a slight stinging pain in his ears. Qian Jin dared not be careless. If this elbow had struck his chest, he could have responded without issue, relying on his Fengyun Jin Shen (Wind and Cloud Golden Body) to absorb it. But the attack was precisely aimed at his ear.

The ear is the hardest part of the body to train, and it governs the body's balance and coordination. If the ear were forcefully struck, even the Fengyun Jin Shen might not withstand this strike of the Third War of Demon Slaying.

In a short instant, Jun Wudao had escalated the encounter from what everyone initially perceived as a fair match at the First War of Demon Slaying, straight to the level of the Third War of Demon Slaying. If Qian Jin hadn't rapidly increased his Dou Qi, he wouldn't even have been able to dodge that punch.

Qian Jin bent his legs again, squatting down, his hands slightly raised near his chest, resembling an exploding bear spotting a beehive-laden tree. He perfectly evaded Jun Wudao’s elbow strike.

Simultaneously! Qian Jin’s body tilted sharply, just like an exploding bear that couldn't climb the tree, angrily battering the large tree with its body, attempting to shake the hive down.

Beast Combat Skill! Exploding Bear Collides with Tree!

The one hundred and ten thousand Dou Qi exploded at close range, combined with the Exploding Bear Collides with Tree Beast Combat Skill, its power was far greater than a mere Exploding Bear. Forget shaking a tree; even a Nanmu tree too thick for two men to embrace would snap, or even be smashed to pieces, by Qian Jin’s impact.

Jun Wudao, unable to pause to admire Qian Jin’s combat intuition, hastily crossed his arms in front of him, slightly raising his right knee like a massive shield to block the impact from Qian Jin’s knee aimed at his lower body.

War of Demon Slaying Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Demon Extinguishing First War! Golden Battle Heart!

Jun Wudao gave up on playing fair with Qian Jin. The moment he felt the Dou Qi erupt, he knew that in his state as a Demon Slaying Warrior, he absolutely could not withstand his opponent. He immediately elevated his Dou Qi to the level of the Demon Extinguishing First War.

Boom! Crash!

The Elven King bloodline warrior, closest to the center of the battle, felt as if a real earthquake had occurred beneath her feet. The two immense, powerful forces collided, causing the floorboards to bounce up, emitting crashing sounds as they struck each other.

Qian Jin’s black warrior garb let out a hissing sound under the impact of the Dou Qi, instantly ripping countless tears. Fragments of cloth shot into the air. His legs were deeply rooted into the earth, sinking nearly half a foot deep, and his hair stood on end as if subjected to an electric current.

Jun Wudao’s rooted stance was not much better than Qian Jin’s. His crossed arms, which served as a guard, twisted under the overwhelming Dou Qi and turned into countless shreds of cloth. A cold bead of sweat trickled down Jun Wudao’s forehead and splattered onto the ground.

Hoo... Hoo... Hua...

Jun Wudao breathed in short, quick gasps. His pupils, contracted to the size of a needle tip, shone with an appreciative light. The raw, murderous aura from the initial clash was gone.

"Not bad, kid," Jun Wudao slowly lowered his arms, vigorously extending and flexing his ten fingers. Even at the level of the Golden Battle Heart, he had released his power a little too late. The instant Qian Jin crashed into him, he felt as if his bones were about to break, as if he hadn't been struck by a person, but by a heap of real metal—a legendary, exorbitantly expensive mobile magical weapon capable of bankrupting a nation.

Qian Jin slowly stood up. The side of his body that had taken the impact felt a searing pain he hadn't experienced in a long time. His Fengyun Jin Shen was shattered in an instant, then rapidly reformed. It turned out that within the crossed defense, there was also Chaotic Force Collapse—a continuous sixteen impacts. His Fengyun Jin Shen had reformed sixteen times in quick succession.

That rotation speed of the defensive Dou Qi just now... Qian Jin looked cautiously at Jun Wudao. It must have been approaching a speed of nearly two hundred thousand rotations, right? He wondered just how strong this Black Dao Overlord’s ultimate power truly was.

"Kid, you’re much better than I imagined..."

Jun Wudao placed both hands on Qian Jin’s shoulders, happily examining him from side to side, adopting the look of a father-in-law assessing a prospective son-in-law.

Qian Jin recalled how utterly exhausted he had been after being tormented by several women earlier that day and quickly whispered, "Mr. Wudao, I already have a family. And more than one fiancée. If you send another one over, I really won't be able to handle it..."

Jun Wudao’s expression of joy and worry froze, then burst into hearty laughter. The ugly, terrifying scar on his face, in that moment, lost its usual coldness, instead shining brilliantly like a medal, very attractive.

Qian Jin began to understand why that Elven King bloodline warrior had become Jun Wudao’s mistress. Stripped of the cold, overbearing aura of the Black Dao Overlord that usually covered him, his sunny side was indeed quite appealing.

"Kid, I wasn't planning on introducing my daughter to you as a wife anyway," Jun Wudao laughed loudly. "If I did that, wouldn't it become incestuous?"

'Incestuous?' Qian Jin chuckled dryly, thinking that the Black Dao Overlord should set some limits even when joking. Incest was only something that happened concerning direct relatives.

"Dad," the Elven King bloodline warrior stamped her foot lightly, a faint shyness showing on her face. "If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll pluck out all your hair tonight."

Dad? Qian Jin looked at Jun Wudao, then at the Elven King bloodline warrior who could activate the Elven King bloodline power. Did this Black Dao Overlord steal a child from the Qian family? He didn't recall hearing any rumors about that.