Scales the color of cyan, rumored to be like a dragon's hide, covered both their bodies, patches of jaundiced flesh blooming on their cheeks, and a pair of horns sprouting from their heads, growing continuously like those of a goat. Chimera!

The beast of legend, possessing the head of a goat, the head of a dragon, and the head of a lion! Chimera Bloodline Warriors, when their bloodline power reaches its apex, truly grow three heads!

However, even in the Golden Fighting Heart state, the Chimera Warrior still manifests only a single goat-like head, but their strength cannot be underestimated. Mighty cyan battle energy erupted continuously from their bodies—the two figures swelled in stature—a cracking of bone audible as they shot up to a height of two meters, truly embodying the terrifying monstrous form whispered about in legends.

The dozen or so bandit leaders, witnessing the transformation of the Chimera Bloodline Martial Artists, felt the fear in their hearts instantly dissipate, and confidence surged back into them. “Excellent!

Let’s see just how strong the Chimera is, rumored to be on par with the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline!” Qian Jin spread his muscular arms wide, his three Fighting Hearts spinning rapidly. The Divine Possession Battle Seal in his primary Fighting Heart burst forth with blinding light.

Three enormous orbs, resembling eggs born from the primordial chaos of creation, rose from within him, whirling at high speed above his head like battle spirits. In mere moments, the three giant egg-like manifestations of battle energy returned into Qian Jin’s body.

His already powerful frame began to swell, swell, swell. Bones snapped with loud reports, and battle energy churned madly within his Dantian orifices, roaring like tornadoes inside his frame.

Two meters, two and a half meters, three meters! In the blink of an eye, Qian Jin transformed from a robust warrior into a giant!

He did not inflate his body to its absolute maximum height; against these opponents, a stature of three meters was perfectly optimal. Instantly, an overwhelming pressure radiated from Qian Jin’s body.

Though surrounded, he felt like the Great Demon King encircled by heroes, as sung by the bards. Yet, none of the bandit leaders considered themselves the heroes capable of slaying a Great Demon King; they were more like the bleached bones that would only serve to magnify the Demon King’s prestige.

“What? Still not moving?

Then perhaps I should start!” Qian Jin shifted his body slightly, his gaze sweeping over those surrounding him, instantly exuding an air of supreme dominance. His massive frame in no way hindered his movement.

The surrounding men felt the very earth tremble beneath their feet as Qian Jin’s presence materialized before the two Chimera Bloodline Martial Artists. Two enormous palms, resembling terrifying fly-whisks, with fingers as thick as carrots, descended with the crushing pressure of an overwhelming tide, obliterating pockets of air as they hammered down.

An imposing palm strike! An attack seemingly devoid of refined battle techniques, yet the downward smash gave the two Martial Artists nowhere to flee, as if the entirety of heaven and earth were contained within Qian Jin’s grasp.

Eighteen Hammers of Ascending Peaks! Qian Jin executed the Divine Possession, pushing his combat power to its absolute limit, unleashing the first strike of the Eighteen Hammers of Ascending Peaks with both arms simultaneously.

He existed in a state he had never known before, as if the entire room was under his command, and no change could escape his perception. Fast?

None were faster than Qian Jin! Fierce?

His momentum was unmatched! Even his cultivation realm was inferior to Qian Jin’s!

The two Chimera Martial Artists roared and crossed their arms above their heads, intending to block this blow first before launching a counter-attack with their own techniques. Boom, boom!

Crack, snap, crackle… Muffled thuds sounded simultaneously with the sickening crack of breaking bone. The legs of both Chimera Bloodline Martial Artists were smashed brutally into the earth, while the bones in their torsos completely shattered.

Blood sprayed forth from beneath their scales, their eyes fixed on Qian Jin with utter disbelief. Was this ordinary warfare?

Was this truly the Nine Battles of Demon Slaying? The powerful Chimera Bloodline Martial Artists couldn't withstand a single blow from this man?

The might of the Three Great Fighting Hearts, fully unleashed, coupled with the simulated Battle Spirit, Divine Possession, had elevated his power to a terrifying level! Qian Jin even felt that facing a true Battle Spirit level warrior, he now possessed the confidence and capability to fight on, reaching an unprecedented height.

If I could truly condense a Battle Spirit, if I could truly reach Sainthood! What kind of power would that be?

Qian Jin stared blankly at his own massive hands. Then, I will return to the Qian family and have Qian Zhanxuan escort my father out of the Qian residence!

Terrifying! The surviving bandit leaders instinctively shivered when they felt Qian Jin’s gaze sweeping over them, their impulse to flee immediately suppressed, finding themselves paralyzed by the sheer force of his stare.

“Brothers… fight him to the death, or none of us… will…” “That’s right! Your reign of robbery and murder has lasted too long, and it’s time for an end,” Qian Jin advanced step by measured step toward them.

“I am no emissary of justice, nor do I wish to hide behind the banner of righteousness to pressure you. I won’t judge you by justice; I only say this: I am an ordinary person.

I cannot manage everything in this world, but the Luo family? That is the family of my woman!

As long as I am here, I will not allow anyone to lay a finger on that clan.” “Now, you fight amongst yourselves. The one who survives at the end can walk away alive.” Qian Jin did not press his attack further.

“I keep my word; the last one standing is free to go.” The bandit leaders, who moments before were preparing to join forces, drew their blades almost simultaneously and struck at the companions beside them. With only a single chance to live, all restraint vanished.

Liu Sidiqing was the first to be cut down, followed quickly by the others, as bandit after bandit fell into pools of blood. Qian Jin watched the last surviving bandit, missing an arm and a leg.

“You may leave! If you wish to live, go tell the other bandits beyond the frontier—do not touch the Luo family’s caravans.

Otherwise, the annihilation of the Peck Bandit Group will be their fate tomorrow.” “I… I understand, I understand,” the crippled bandit leader scrambled and crawled his way toward the door, fleeing. The Slumbering Lion King, Hong Zhelínguān, observed Qian Jin with eyes full of curiosity.

That battle technique just now closely resembled the Dwarven God Possession, but wasn't that something only Golden Fighting Heart Dwarves could use? Wasn't it exclusive to the Dwarf race?

Could it be? Did Qian Jin create a battle technique similar to the Dwarven God Possession?

Hong Zhelínguān nodded lightly. If that were the case, the challenger waiting for him in the Heavenly Furnace was likely about to appear.

However, Hong Zhelínguān harbored a doubt: those three egg-shaped manifestations of battle energy that rose up—were those the forms of his future Battle Spirits? If the Battle Spirit he managed to condense was like that, his future development might not be very promising.

There were many types of Battle Spirits. While no warrior’s Battle Spirit was truly identical, through countless years of development and summation among warriors, certain principles had been established.

The Battle Spirits of Bloodline Warriors were always intrinsically linked to their bloodline power. Generally, the more formidable the appearance of a common warrior's Battle Spirit, the greater its potential power.

A Battle Spirit resembling an egg had never appeared before, and it didn't look particularly mighty. —Annihilator, Qian Jin.

Qian Jin dropped the blood-soaked mop in his hand, glanced at the note left on the wall, and turned to walk toward the door, searching for the warehouse where the bandit group stored its looted goods. This bandit group, only recently elevated to the ninth rank, theoretically shouldn't possess a Battle Realm, so storage would naturally require a physical warehouse.

The Peck Bandit Group—Annihilated! The news spread like wildfire across every bandit group in the frontier lands.

The one who annihilated the Peck Bandit Group was named Qian Jin, a warrior from the Torrential Fortress in Yongliu City. The reason for his action was the robbery committed by the Peck Bandit Group against the wealth of the Luo family of Yongliu City.

Any bandit group that plundered the Luo family’s assets would be utterly exterminated! These messages rapidly circulated among the frontier bandit groups, and even reached the True Policy Imperial Dynasty, the Staggering West Law Dynasty, and the Barbarians.

Who was Qian Jin? This was the identical reaction from many bandit leaders upon hearing the news.

The next moment, the various bandit groups of the frontier erupted! A little warrior whose name was unknown dared to provoke the entire collective of frontier bandits?

Had he tired of living? Kill him!

While shouting in outrage, the bandits secretly and quickly inquired everywhere for intelligence regarding Qian Jin. Soon, the shouts and furious clamor faded, replaced by looks of deep solemnity on the faces of the bandit leaders.

People began to realize that this young bandit slayer was far more terrifying and powerful than they had imagined! Every feat he had accomplished was chilling to hear.

The leader of the Crazy Stab Bandit Group, once ranked fifth in the frontier, had died beneath Qian Jin’s fists. It was also because of Qian Jin that the once fifth-ranked bandit group had completely vanished.

The Peck Bandit Group, the fastest-rising force among the bandits, boasted not only a powerful leader but also an astute strategist. Their main stronghold was so tightly controlled that it was difficult for a fly to enter, and even a regular army would suffer significant losses to conquer it.

Yet, such a group had been annihilated overnight. Crucially!

The person responsible seemed to have brought very few followers. The President of the Yongliu Blacksmith Guild, the Provisional President of the Yongliu Alchemist Guild, the Provisional President of the Torrential Fortress, the Provisional President of the Wu Dao Society… Any single one of these titles was enough to inspire envy and reverence.

When such a string of titles adorned one person’s head, the resulting brilliance was so dazzling it induced feelings of inferiority! Those in the know could discern something more profound: regardless of how strong this young man’s personal power might be, the forces he controlled already decisively surpassed the energy wielded by a City Lord.

To put it bluntly, in the near future, people might not know who the City Lord of Yongliu was, but they would certainly know who held the ultimate authority in Yongliu City. If he could secure the support of the various major guilds and offer suitable compensation through beneficial exchanges, it was not an impossible scenario for Qian Jin to one day become the City Lord of Yongliu.

In fact, the influence Qian Jin currently held in Yongliu City already far exceeded that of the City Lord; he possessed greater power and authority without holding the title.