"Could it be that they also have Battle Spirit level warriors?" Feng Lianzikuang’s scalp prickled. If they truly possessed such strength, he wouldn't stand a chance against them!

Golden Battle Heart! Feng Lianzikuang was also a Golden Battle Heart, his battle qi rotation speed significantly faster than Black Wind's. His battle qi secret art, utilizing sixty-five battle acupoints, surpassed Black Wind’s technique based on sixty-one acupoints.

"That is what the Great Sword's leader said," the Black Wind brigand continued, keeping his head down. "After surveying the scene, the Great Sword's leader uttered a single sentence—that he would not involve himself in this affair—and returned to the Great Sword Bandit Group with those he had sent to investigate."

Feng Lianzikuang's face was as ashen as aged bronze. The leader of the Great Sword Bandit Group was a genuine Battle Spirit level warrior! If he inspected the scene and determined the opponents possessed Battle Spirit level warriors, then it was evidently true! He probably truly couldn't exact revenge!

"And moreover..." the Black Wind brigand glanced stealthily at Feng Lianzikuang's grim expression, lowering his voice even further, "I heard the Great Sword's leader mention that there was more than one Battle Spirit level warrior in that contingent... perhaps three..."

Feng Lianzikuang’s vision momentarily darkened. If there were only one, he could still figure out a way, no matter the cost, to take revenge. Three? What revenge was there to take? It would be better to pray to the Star Gods that he never encountered this group.

"What is there to fear about a Battle Spirit?"

The flap of the great tent was thrown open. Gomez, the Twelfth Prince of the Barbarians, suddenly spread his arms wide. Bloodline power surged within his body, his slightly trapezoidal eyes turning ferocious and blood-red. Razor-sharp claws sprang forth from his fingertips, and his body inflated rapidly as if suddenly gassed up. Coarse, steel-needle-like gray hairs pierced his already rugged skin, standing erect.

In an instant, a behemoth formed of compressed battle qi erupted from Gomez's body, exuding an oppressive, fierce might. The phantom image of the gray Behemoth let out a sky-rending roar!

A Battle Spirit! A true Behemoth Battle Spirit!

Feng Lianzikuang stared blankly at the Twelfth Prince of the Barbarians before him. He had assumed this was merely a Barbarian warrior whose bloodline power had awakened—a worthless bloodline—but unexpectedly... a Battle Spirit!

"This Prince is also a Battle Spirit expert!" Gomez took a step forward, his aura surging heavenward and earth-shaking. He clenched his fist with a hand that resembled a monstrous claw. "Moreover, I am a Battle Spirit level expert of the Bloodline Warrior lineage! What are the Battle Spirits of ordinary warriors?"

Feng Lianzikuang nodded reflexively. Ordinary warriors' Battle Spirits were never as pure in essence as those of Bloodline Warriors; many contained impurities that were difficult to purge, and in direct confrontation, Bloodline Warriors always held a significant advantage.

"You say... ordinary warriors are what?"

A leisurely voice, dripping with provocation, echoed from not far from the great tent. Feng Lianzikuang knew who it was without needing to turn his head—Yi!

Yi, the leader of the Brilliant Bandit Group, ranked third among the Ten Great Bandit Groups of the Outer Wastes. Active in the Outer Wastes for over twenty years, the fifty-five-year-old Yi was an established Battle Spirit expert!

"A mere low-level Level One Battle Spirit dares to be so arrogant here?"

Yi stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the two light-white scar-like eyebrows on his face twitching incessantly. He walked in with steady, unhurried steps, followed by two warriors clad in pitch-black armor. White metal masks obscured their faces, making their appearance unknowable. Behind them trailed two mages!

Their staves, intricately carved with complex runes and inlaid with fiery red Dragon's Eye stones, indicated that these two elderly female mages possessed considerable strength.

Yi’s Dual Killers and Yi’s Dual Mages? Black Wind took a step aside, yielding a path for Yi. "Thank you for coming to assist, Leader Yi. You even brought Yi’s Dual Killers and Dual Mages."

Yi's Dual Mages? Feng Lianzikuang secretly observed the two mages who appeared as old women. Were these the rumored Yi’s Dual Mages who possessed Magister-level strength?

Level One Battle Spirit? Feng Lianzikuang looked curiously at Yi. Did this mean there were further distinctions within the Battle Spirit realm?

"Level One Battle Spirit?" Gomez stepped forward. "Even if it is Level One Battle..."

Bang!

Yi continued to walk calmly. Streams of battle qi condensed from his body, forming his own Battle Spirit. This Battle Spirit stood barely four meters tall, its appearance resembling a massive mountain, only this mountain was covered in thick, sturdy arms. These arms were either clenched into fists or held palms open. A Battle Spirit! The Battle Spirit of Yi, leader of the Outer Wastes’ third-ranked bandit group! Every warrior who broke through the Golden Battle Heart realm would condense their own Battle Spirit—a unique entity created by fusing their warrior path and battle skills!

Since everyone’s battle skills, thoughts, and paths differed, the Battle Spirits they condensed were all unique!

Yi’s Battle Spirit shot into the sky, transforming from a flying mountain into a colossal meteor descending from the heavens, bearing directly down upon Gomez’s Behemoth Battle Spirit!

"A mere ordinary warrior dares to try and crush this Prince?" Gomez clenched his fists and raised his hand toward the descending Battle Spirit, punching out. His Behemoth Battle Spirit mimicked the exact movement, throwing a punch that sent currents of air swirling violently outward.

Yi merely stood still and spoke no word, a faint smile playing on his lips. His Battle Spirit, slightly smaller in volume than Gomez's Behemoth, pressed down steadily, colliding with Gomez's spirit.

Where the two forces met, Gomez’s feet immediately sank three inches into the ground, and every hair on his body stood on end. Even though the silvery-gray fur covered his face, observers could still perceive a complexion the color of pig liver.

The collision of the Battle Spirits instantly transferred immense force into the earth. The ground within a ten-meter radius centered on Gomez trembled slightly, and the blades of grass rooted in the soil seemed on the verge of being violently squeezed out, shaking incessantly.

The massive Behemoth Battle Spirit instantly began to crack, resembling a stone statue struck by an iron hammer, revealing countless fissures. It seemed unable to withstand the downward pressure of the mountain-like Battle Spirit for much longer.

"Leader Yi, what is the meaning of this?"

A Behemoth warrior standing behind Gomez stepped forward. His body rapidly swelled and transformed. A vicious spray of steel-needle-like gray hair burst forth. His robust physique inflated further, tearing his clothes to shreds, and a towering Battle Spirit materialized, propping up the descending Battle Spirit with a massive palm.

Where the two powers clashed, the earth could no longer withstand the impact. Mud within a ten-meter radius of Gomez churned and rolled, looking like ground freshly tilled by a cart, burying the grass beneath the soft soil.

"No particular meaning," Yi said with a faint smile, withdrawing his Battle Spirit. "Merely to temper the arrogance of this young Bloodline Warrior."

Gomez steadied the blood threatening to erupt from his chest. Fury flared in his scarlet eyes. Not arrogant? Hmph! Once I activate my bloodline power again, I’ll make you kneel on the ground!

Black Wind watched the scene awkwardly. The current situation was troublesome. The Twelfth Prince of the Barbarians could not be easily offended, and Yi, the third-ranked Bandit Leader, possessed not only formidable personal strength but also a powerful overall Bandit Group.

"Leader, Leader, Leader..."

A Black Wind brigand ran into the tense battlefield and whispered urgently, "The most notorious Bandit Hunters in the Outer Wastes these days have come to pay their respects."

Bandit Hunters!

Black Wind’s heart leaped with joy; this person had arrived at the perfect time! He had no idea how to resolve this awkward standoff, and the hunter’s appearance could draw everyone’s attention.

"Show them in," Black Wind said with a slight smile. "Let me see just who these people are that actually have the guts to come here."

"It’s these three?" Feng Lianzikuang’s eyes were practically spitting visible flames. "Three people? Wiped out my headquarters? How is that possible?"

"Three people, of course, cannot," the dull-witted Zhen Ce said while fanning himself with a folding fan. "We are not fools. We certainly wouldn't show ourselves all at once. If you harm us, detain us, or kill us, you should always be watching your backs for hunters during your future raids."

As Feng Lianzikuang moved, a large hand clamped down firmly on his shoulder, preventing any movement.

"Lianzikuang, don't be so impulsive." Yi regarded the three newcomers with great interest. The one fanning himself wore a pleasant smile, appearing very balanced, yet the deepest part of his pupils and his very core held an implicit arrogance—the aura cultivated only by those constantly in a position of authority.

A strong man over two meters tall? Yi’s eyes did not linger on Tie Nan. He dismissed him with a contemptuous evaluation in his mind: just a dog! A dog belonging to the fan-wielder.

Yi’s gaze finally settled on Qian Jin, examining him intently—his sharpness was biting! Beneath a calm, peaceful exterior lay a heart as sharp as a blade! This man was like a battle saber sleeping in its sheath. He must be the most dangerous of the three! Yet, he lacked the unmistakable air of someone from a powerful family who had received specialized education.

A commoner? Yi’s eyes darted around, and the smile playing on his lips held a hint of appreciation. If he truly was a commoner, that would be very interesting! He would observe his strength later. If he proved worthy, he would find a way to recruit him as a core member of the Bandit Group.

As for the other two? Yi glanced at Mu Ne Zhen Ce for two seconds, then dismissed the thought. This person likely had a significant background; there was no need to provoke him. It would be best to send him off politely.

"You are the Bandit Killers?" Feng Lianzikuang repeatedly sized up Qian Jin and Mu Ne Zhen Ce. Too young! Although it was clear these two were not ordinary young men, their age was an undeniable factor. Even if they were Bloodline Warriors, could the three of them truly wipe out his main base?

A joke! Although a large number of elites had been transferred from the headquarters, Feng Lianzikuang was confident that with the base’s excellent defense system and the remaining mages, no powerful bandit group in the Outer Wastes, save for the Bandit King himself, would rashly attack them.

Qian Jin silently pulled a cloth bundle from the Battle Realm and flung it into the air, tossing it at Feng Lianzikuang’s feet. The bundle automatically opened upon landing, revealing a head smeared with dried blood!

Everyone present, all hardened by countless deaths, flinched as a severed head tumbled out.

Feng Lianzikuang’s eyelids twitched rapidly. This head... this head... this head was his son’s! His only son’s head!