Qian Jin strode toward the center of the room, and with every step, the fractured wooden planks beneath his feet dissolved into dust, swirling around his soles like the descent of a true God of Slaughter.

A warrior tempered by countless life-or-death battles possesses razor-sharp instincts! Qian Jin advanced step by step, chilling the very scalps of the onlookers. Especially the two bandit leaders pointed at by the Zhanmadao (horse-chopping saber), their hair stood completely on end, their eyes blazing with vigilance.

"Are you that lunatic, Qian Jin?"

Peike slowly rose, his imposing physique in no way inferior to Mu Gui Wuxin. He gripped two thick battle sabers in massive hands, his voice imbued with the oppressive aura of a superior.

"You're the one who killed thirty of my men? Good! Very good! Today, I’ll take you alive first! Tomorrow, I’m heading to that so-called Yongliu City, and I’ll seize that woman from the Luo family, let all my brothers have their fill ravaging her in front of you! I’ll make you understand the consequence of provoking my Peike Bandit Clan! Let the entire region outside the passes know the price of crossing me, Peike!"

Peike’s words dripped with a hideous malice. Ever since receiving Qian Jin’s letter, he had been preparing, gathering every piece of intelligence on Qian Jin. Even without Liu Sidiqing’s interference, he would still have been confident in eliminating Qian Jin!

However, Peike hadn't anticipated Qian Jin breaking in so openly; it had disrupted many of his plans. But it didn't matter! Peike was confident that the assembly in the room today represented his strongest lineup. Forget a mere common warrior—even a peak Golden Soul Dou Xin (Battle Heart) from the Three Ultimate Bloodline Warriors couldn't leave here alive!

"Kid, your glory outside the passes ends today."

Peike arrogantly tilted his head back, his grip tightening fiercely on the two battle sabers!

"Ends? Ha! You bandits commit atrocities and robbery; that’s your way of survival. I can’t police it, and I certainly can’t police everything! Even His Majesty the Emperor can’t manage it all, let alone me. But you killed personnel from my Luo Family caravan and seized Luo Family goods! That, I must police! I don’t care who you killed or robbed before. Robbing the Luo Family, killing the Luo Family—that is unacceptable! Since you admit it, then die for me!"

As the word 'die' left his lips, Qian Jin turned his wrist, raised his knee, whipped his waist, shook his shoulder, and roared, unleashing his aura! Three Dou Xin spun rapidly, and like a legendary demon god, he burst forward over twenty meters in a single stride, appearing before Peike as if by instantaneous teleportation.

Many present could cover that distance in one step. But the speed of this step exceeded the limit of what everyone present could withstand. The sonic boom generated by his body and clothing tearing through the air exploded like muffled thunder, sounding like a shrill whistle piercing the silence. The visible crack in the air behind him attested to the sheer violence of this charge.

Where Qian Jin had stood, the ground suddenly collapsed into a pit a foot and a half deep, as if struck by a pile driver—no mere shattering! The stone slabs were pulverized, and the earth beneath was forcibly compressed! The immense momentary explosive force and counter-thrust left the ground too slow to absorb Qian Jin's impact!

Peike’s pupils contracted instantly to the size of pinpoints. A chill shot up his spine directly into his brain, and his vision blurred. Qian Jin’s movement was too fast; his sight momentarily swam. All he heard was the sonic boom, and Qian Jin’s body descended like an avalanche, overwhelming him from every angle.

The invisible pressure instantly transformed into tangible force, suffocating him.

He had no time to think, no time to react, and certainly no time to be amazed at why this young man, seemingly possessing only the strength of the Ninth War of Demon Slaying, exhibited such a domineering and ferocious bearing.

Peike had survived on the edge of death countless times; he had seen every kind of opponent and enemy, yet he had never witnessed such a bizarre situation. Even a Golden Soul warrior couldn't possess this speed! Especially that aura! It was truly like an avalanche, moving forward with no retreat!

Years of life-and-death combat, countless brushes with doom, spurred his warrior's instinct! Peike swung his dual sabers, which transformed into two sharp beams slashing toward Qian Jin. The combat technique honed by life and death, the Shuang Dao Fen Tian Zhan (Dual Saber Parting Heaven Slash), was a specialized thrusting attack! Peike brought both sabers out simultaneously, creating the visual illusion that Qian Jin was willingly running onto the blades.

At the same instant, the four warriors armed with crossbows moved! They couldn't clearly track Qian Jin's movement or trajectory; acting purely on a marksman's instinct, they roughly raised the crossbows already loaded with bolts and loosed a volley of arrows toward the spot in front of Peike, simultaneously lunging forward to buy time before him.

Golden Soul! All four warriors were Golden Soul level! While not at the apex, they were all at the Fourth or Fifth War level of Demon Annihilation Warriors. These middle-aged men were strong enough to govern a small city, yet they were here! It was genuinely surprising!

Under Qian Jin’s sudden assault, the unprepared Golden Soul warriors couldn't possibly discern Qian Jin's maneuvers, let alone predict and grasp his attack method. Yet, Qian Jin could clearly perceive every minute detail of everyone present!

With the stance of a 'Furious Lotus Bloom,' Qian Jin swept his left hand past his abdomen, lifting it past his center line and pulling it high and back, fully deploying the lotus shield of the Nu Lian Dou Ji (Furious Lotus Battle Art). He swung his Zhanmadao in a high-speed rotation by his side, striking the incoming crossbow bolts.

Although Qian Jin was moving at high speed, his mastery of projectile defense far surpassed everyone else’s. The moment the Zhanmadao appeared, he knew the trajectory of every arrow and could accurately predict when and from whom the next would arrive, and how to intercept it.

A continuous barrage of metallic impacts erupted. Every arrow was deflected off the blade of the Zhanmadao without fail, scattering in all directions. Qian Jin’s left hand maintained the lotus shield, while his right hand employed the Seventh Form of the Bloodline Art; his body never paused, continuing like wind and lightning to appear before Peike. He flipped the thick hilt of the Zhanmadao upward, striking the edges of the dual sabers, eliciting a sharp metallic clang that completely shattered the obstruction before him, allowing the lotus shield to descend.

What kind of Dou Qi impact was this? What monstrous strength was this? Peike’s footing faltered, his arms wildly struggling; he felt like an ordinary man in a test of strength against a giant bear.

The two closest warriors reached him first, flanking Peike to the left and right. Each raised one arm upward as a shield, while thrusting the other arm forward like a spear! This coordinated maneuver, executed when they couldn't penetrate Qian Jin’s offensive, relied on instinct to block Qian Jin’s path while simultaneously launching a counterattack.

They caught up! The two warriors rejoiced internally; Qian Jin’s lotus shield was already descending, completely ignoring the thrusts from their two arms.

Excellent! While blocking, they could also inflict grievous damage! Peike swayed to dissipate the force, a surge of ecstasy rising in his heart.

Crack! Snap, snap, snap...

The two warriors’ arms were like branches encountering a battle axe; they were instantly shattered by the descending lotus shield. The broken arms continued their trajectory, smashing into one man’s head, while the elbow then violently smashed the skull of the other. A dull thud echoed from the abdomen of the man struck by the first arm, immediately followed by the sound of cracking bones in both arms once more.

Fengyun Jin Shen (Wind and Cloud Golden Body)! The limit of the Steel Body Realm, amplified by the rotation of three Dou Xin, meant only warriors at the peak of the Golden Soul level could injure him. Fourth or Fifth War? These men couldn't even breach his defenses!

The two Demon Annihilation Warriors of the Fourth and Fifth Wars were instantly reduced to a pulp of gore. Bone fragments exploded out from beneath skin and muscle before they collapsed backward like two discarded burlap sacks.

In an instant, two Demon Annihilation Warriors of the Fourth and Fifth Wars were eliminated! Yet Qian Jin’s assault did not cease. Peike had managed to gain a momentary reprieve, crossing his two sabers to chop down again. This time, he was far better prepared, pushing his Golden Soul strength to the absolute limit.

The sharp twin battle sabers whistled with a grating keenness, announcing the terrifying power behind these two strikes. This time, Peike finally saw Qian Jin’s movements and form clearly, channeling all his Dou Qi through his Golden Soul to attack Qian Jin’s head preemptively.

Qian Jin shattered the first two men with one palm. His right Zhanmadao flipped again, coiling like a massive python before suddenly whipping up above his head—Clang!

The Zhanmadao struck the edges of the two sabers again. Peike’s arms instantly went numb, his rooted feet began to shift lightly, as if about to be uprooted by some force. The webs between his thumb and forefinger split open under the brute force, oozing blood.

In that instant, Peike violently forced his two arms downward, colliding with the Zhanmadao. He used this impact force to quickly retreat with his legs, losing control of the sabers in his hands, which flew into the air. Peike himself had escaped the range of Qian Jin’s attack!

He escaped! Peike rejoiced inwardly. If he could just buy a moment for the others to converge and surround Qian Jin, no matter how fierce Qian Jin was...

"Trying to leave? Did you ask me first?"

Qian Jin planted his left foot, bending his knee, and violently thrust off the ground with his right leg. The Zhanmadao in his hand followed the arc of his swing and was hurled out!

Hummm!

A martial song resonated from the battle saber in the air, a silver dragon drawn by the saber imbued with Dou Qi. Peike felt a flash of light before his eyes, then suddenly saw his body falling, the surrounding scenery tumbling endlessly, and—crucially—his body lacked a head!

From the neck poured forth a spray of pungent, bright red blood! It hurt! Peike’s eyes snapped open, his pupils widening rapidly, an unbelievable realization flickering within them: I am... dead...

Fast! An unbelievably swift battle! The Zhanmadao sliced off Peike’s head and continued like a silver dragon, smashing viciously into the ground, shattering the black stone chair beneath Peike’s posterior before embedding itself deeply in the earth.

The two Golden Soul archers finally reached Qian Jin, only to be met by two brilliant Leng Yue Dao Mang (Cold Moon Saber Radiance) erupting from behind him!

Gu Yue Jiaying followed Qian Jin like a specter, the twin crescent blades carving cold moonlight in the air, alleviating pressure for Qian Jin. Almost simultaneously, Qian Jin pivoted at the ankle, his body turning in another direction.

The very moment Peike fell dead, the two Chimera Bloodline Demon Martial Artists had fully activated their Bloodline Battle Forms and initiated their bloodline power.

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