Bloodline! Bloodline power! Hua Yan Bujian is a bloodline warrior! It was only at this moment that Qian Jin realized this woman was actually a bloodline warrior.

Gu Yue Jiaying gazed at Hua Yan Bujian, who was still awakening, and leaned close to Qian Jin to whisper, "This is the last one, right?" "This..." Qian Jin shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's really not..." "There are still more?" "I mean her relationship with me, it's not what you imagine." "It will be in the future," Gu Yue Jiaying said softly, proactively linking her arms with Qian Jin's. "I can feel it. She likes you." "I..." "Don't say anything more. Things will develop naturally." Gu Yue Jiaying looked at Qian Jin. "You're going to have a headache later. You only have one person, but you have to divide your time among so many of us. Others might envy you, but you'll find it troublesome; time will never be enough."

Qian Jin gave up discussing it. Women were always women; even if she was usually quiet, when it came to reasoning, a man could never win against her.

"Fabredis! You beat me up many times when you reached the Saint realm, and now I've reached the Saint realm too, hahahaha..." Mu Gui Wuxin roared with excitement. "The next time I see you, I'll let you know the consequences of bullying me!" "Battle Soul, I actually condensed a Battle Soul, hah!" Te Xiaofei skipped gleefully towards the door. "Brothers, shall we spar again? I'll let you use one hand. How about one hand? If that's still not enough, I can let you use both hands!" Qian Jin shook his head watching Te Xiaofei's retreating back. Another conceited fatty. Those bandits were probably in for more bad luck. With Te Xiaofei entering the Battle Soul realm, the power of his soft belly had increased tremendously; even Qian Jin wasn't confident in breaking through his Battle Skill. Wouldn't others be doomed?

Yi walked into the courtyard, looking enviously at Mu Gui Wuxin. "Reaching the Saint realm! He really reached the Saint realm. Why wasn't it me who reached the Saint realm?" "Yi, shall we spar to test it out?" Mu Gui Wuxin looked at Yi with great interest. "Scram," Yi replied to Mu Gui Wuxin without courtesy. "Can reaching the Saint realm compare to the peak of Battle Soul? Even if you tie both your hands, I still can't beat you." "Ah, boring, so boring." Mu Gui Wuxin shook his head repeatedly. "It's hard enough to reach the Saint realm, and yet I have no worthy opponent." "I will be your opponent." Ba Huang Wusheng looked at Mu Gui Wuxin with keen interest. "I haven't sparred with an ordinary Saint realm warrior before. Let me see what the difference is with an ordinary Saint realm warrior." "Alright! No problem!" Mu Gui Wuxin immediately became spirited.

Yi stopped paying attention to Mu Gui Wuxin and walked to Qian Jin's side, examining him and saying, "Just now, you condensed the Golden Battle Heart, right?" "Yes." "Very good." Yi let out a long breath. "You finally condensed the Golden Battle Heart, so the thing I've been waiting for can finally be done."

Qian Jin looked at Yi in annoyance. This shadow who usually didn't communicate with him, what was going on today? "You should go take over the Second Bandit Group of the Outer Regions," Yi looked at Qian Jin. "The Vice-Leader of the bandit group and several leaders are quite strong. If it were the old you, you probably couldn't handle the takeover..." "You can just remain the Bandit Leader and leave," Qian Jin shrugged carelessly. Yi gave a wry smile. "Do you think those bandits will still obey my leadership after I've become someone else's shadow?" "Take over the Second Largest Bandit Group of the Outer Regions?" Duan Feng Bu'er cheerfully joined in. "Interesting! You must take this one! Qian Jin, in the Newcomer King Tournament later, I'll take first place, you take second, and Chek takes third. All of you can directly obtain military ranks to form a small legion. Then, those capable bandits..." "I take first, Qian Jin takes second, you take third..." Chek matter-of-factly argued in a way that seemed childishly serious. "Hmph! You can't use your Bloodline Battle Form in the assembly, so how can you take first? Even if you use your Bloodline Battle Form, you still can't beat me," Duan Feng Bu'er pursed his lips. "By then, I will definitely be stronger than you."

Thump... Fen Tu Kuangge slammed against the ground, making a sound like metal hitting stone, interrupting the argument between the two. Although the forced condensation of the Battle Heart was successful, Fen Tu Kuangge's body had absorbed so much golden energy that he became stiff. His body couldn't handle it, and he immediately fainted.

Qian Jin helped Fen Tu Kuangge up, his hands trembling repeatedly as he infused the heat from the Heart of Earth Fire into Fen Tu Kuangge's body. Although this heat couldn't transform into Fen Tu Kuangge's power, it could dissolve the almost stagnant golden energy within his body, allowing it to flow like molten gold, gradually being adjusted and transformed by the Battle Heart, entering every acupoint.

Fen Tu Kuangge groaned and woke up. He stared at his hands with a distant look, tears welling up in his eyes. The Battle Heart! He had truly condensed a Battle Heart! From today onwards, he was the youngest in the Fen Tu family to condense a Battle Heart! If Qian Jin hadn't existed, Fen Tu Kuangge was certain he would have been the first among all ordinary warriors to create and condense a Battle Heart the earliest.

"Congratulations," Yi once again looked at Fen Tu Kuangge with envy. He hadn't possessed such strength back then, nor had he Qian Jin to help him. Fen Tu Kuangge stood up and nodded slightly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. "All done?" Duan Feng Bu'er approached, smiling cheerfully. "Then can we go incorporate the Second Bandit Group now?" "Incorporate the bandit group?" Fen Tu Kuangge looked at Qian Jin suspiciously.

Yi spoke softly, "It's best not to underestimate them too much. Although the Second Bandit Group is not as powerful as Ba Huang Wusheng's First Bandit Group, their leaders are still a group of strong individuals. Furthermore, the Vice-Leader is a Bloodline Martial Master possessing the Nightmare Bloodline."

Nightmare Bloodline? Qian Jin raised his eyebrows. This was a rare Demon Race bloodline, renowned alongside the Unicorn Bloodline. It was a Bloodline Martial Book that cultivated both Battle and Demonic arts and was incredibly fast. "Although he is at the peak of the Golden Battle Heart, the Nightmare Bloodline is famous because they have a special Bloodline Battle Skill called 'Netherworld.' Whenever this skill is activated, their strength experiences a significant leap. A peak Golden Battle Heart can even condense a Void Soul in a short time," Qian Jin nodded gently. Void Soul was usually a stage only ordinary warriors reached when breaking through to the Battle Soul realm. Sometimes, after the peak, came the Battle Soul, but some were very unlucky; condensing the Battle Soul was cumbersome, and when they attacked with full force, they occasionally condensed a mere illusory Battle Soul that vanished as soon as they relaxed—but the power of the Void Soul was still formidable.

Below the Golden Battle Heart, if someone displayed a Void Soul, they were an invincible existence! It was a special state closest to the Battle Soul realm, even surpassing the might of Divine Possession. However, few people could condense a Void Soul; almost everyone directly condensed a true Battle Soul. The Void Soul had almost become a legend.

"The Nightmare Bloodline Martial Master, Vice-Leader Dichaduo, can achieve the Void Soul state," Yi nodded very seriously. "Not only that, he is a very emotional demon. When I first met him, his strength was very weak. On two separate occasions during true life-or-death moments, he was stimulated to awaken his bloodline power."

Qian Jin nodded again, meaning Dichaduo was very likely to have a breakthrough during the battle, which was not very good news. "Void Soul," Qian Jin mumbled the term. He had just promoted to have one Golden Judgment Heart. The rotational speed and power erupted by the three Battle Hearts turning simultaneously could even reach over three million revolutions. He wondered how powerful the Void Soul could be?

"Thinking here will never help," Duan Feng Bu'er flicked his Bu'er Spear. "Let's go, let's go! Let's go take a look!"

The scorching sun was high in the sky, but the cooling season in the Outer Regions carried a distinct chill. Even with the huge sun overhead, it was hard to feel any warmth, and coupled with the cold of the small snow mountains in the Outer Regions, the air held no warmth whatsoever. The Outer Regions were a territory that couldn't be called vast but wasn't small either, featuring various terrains. Yi had loved this snow mountain when he first found it. The mountaintop would be covered in snow all year round, making it very cool in the summer. As for winter... well, it was cold! White Head Mountain—that was the name Yi gave to the peak where his headquarters was located.

As Qian Jin entered the territory of the Second Bandit Group, he was greeted by two bandits. "Leader!" The two bandits immediately dismounted when they saw Yi.

Yi closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. If he didn't enjoy it now, he might not have the chance later. "Get up. One of you stay to lead the way. The other go notify the other leaders that I'm back and we need a meeting." The two bandits exchanged a look. One quickly left, leaving the other to guide them.

Qian Jin walked through the mountains, nodding frequently as he observed the surroundings. The defensive construction of the Second Bandit Group's headquarters was much stricter than that of the nouveau riche Pek Bandit Group. To capture this place would likely cost a significant amount of military force. There were many hidden strongholds along the way. Qian Jin could feel the cold edges of massive crossbow bolts locking onto him; even a warhorse clad in heavy armor would turn into a meat skewer if hit. The Second Bandit Group's headquarters lacked the ostentatious display of the Pek bandits; everything exuded low-keyness, yet hidden within this low-keyness were countless dangers, like fierce beasts slumbering, ready to tear apart any opponent when they opened their eyes.

The headquarters plaza was spacious. More than a dozen bandit leaders, clad in armor and holding weapons, stood in the center of the field, their eyes vigilant as they scrutinized Qian Jin and his group. Two sharp, blade-like gazes pierced through the crowd, causing Qian Jin's skin to jump abruptly. He immediately spotted the demon with a thin figure, dark skin, and black fuzz growing on his neck.

A Nightmare Bloodline Martial Master! Qian Jin observed him curiously. He hadn't expected to meet the legendary Unicorn Bloodline Warrior at the Conquest Academy, but here he was meeting the Nightmare Martial Master, famed alongside them, ahead of schedule. "Leader, is this the new leader you wrote to us about through a messenger a few days ago?" Dichaduo spoke. His thin face looked like it was stretched taut over skin and bone. Coupled with his firm tone, he gave the impression of being as hard as steel, his attitude undeniably domineering. Hard! The first impression Dichaduo gave was just one word: hard!

Duan Feng Bu'er spun his Bu'er Great Spear and stabbed it into the ground, puffing out his chest dramatically, pointing at Qian Jin. "Aren't you going to come pay respects to your new Leader?" The bandit leaders were stunned, exchanging confused glances. Who was this cocky kid who was looking for a beating? "New Leader?" Dichaduo sneered coldly. "Leader, I heard you became someone else's shadow. In that case, you've lost the qualification to be our leader. Who leads this bandit group is no longer up to you. You want to be our leader? Fine! No problem! Ask our fists first!"

Dichaduo stomped his foot, causing the hard earth to explode and scatter dust, adding to his toughness. The dozen bandit leaders shouted in unison, further amplifying their momentum by several degrees. Qian Jin frowned slightly, looking at the line of bandit leaders. "Fists? Fine! We'll follow your rules this time—but only this once. Who among you goes first?" "Me!" A red-haired middle-aged man jumped out of the crowd. Faint Battle Qi emanated from his palms, causing the air within a meter radius of his body to swirl slowly. "Three Wars of Demon Execution!" "Gentlemen, let me, Chen Zuo, probe their strength first to gauge these people's power..."

Fen Tu Kuangge raised his hand to stop Duan Feng Bu'er, and walked out silently. He also yearned for battle! Everything about Qian Jin told them that only through battle, through fighting to the death, could they find their own opportunities amidst the crisis.

There was no need for a referee or notary in a fight between warriors. This was not a public arena match; there were only two concepts: victory or defeat. How victory was achieved didn't matter!

The moment their gazes collided, Fen Tu Kuangge's body trembled slightly. The Raging Lotus Battle Skill beneath his feet had fully bloomed. His method of movement, honed over long periods in the desert, was still effective on the hard ground.

The instant Fen Tu Kuangge moved, Chen Zuo of the Three Wars of Demon Execution also moved simultaneously. The two figures collided almost perfectly in sync with the sound.

In actual combat, Chen Zuo dropped his previous jesting attitude. His attacks were fierce and powerful, much like a raging bull charging head-on. His arm whipped out like a steel whip, the strong punch creating a sharp whistling sound in the air. Bang! The air was torn apart with a sound like a wolf howling.

Bandits fought with life and death displayed immediately; they valued directness and simplicity. Chen Zuo's attack perfectly embodied the bandit's advantage; the scent of life and death in his punch rushed forward.

Fen Tu Kuangge clenched his right fist, his body unmoving, like a death-defying squad charging into the enemy line without turning back. His left leg stamped the ground, propelling his body forward as his punch rose to meet Chen Zuo's whip-like punch.

When their fists met, Chen Zuo shook violently all over. His arm felt as if it had struck a solid iron pillar, sending a stinging pain through it.

Fen Tu Kuangge swayed slightly; the Battle Qi on his arm was about to dissipate. His Battle Heart on his forehead rapidly spun, readjusting the Battle Qi. Seeing Chen Zuo adjust his posture instantly, he raised both palms and brought them down to strike. Before his palms could touch his chest, Fen Tu Kuangge's clothes snapped and cracked under the pressure.

Fierce! Chen Zuo exerted the full might of the Three Wars of Demon Execution! Even the dust on the ground reacted, flying up.

Facing such an offensive, Fen Tu Kuangge remained unmoving, suddenly drawing a deep breath, and mimicked Chen Zuo's action, forcefully pressing both hands toward the opponent's chest. A direct collision!

The surrounding bandits were momentarily stunned. Damn! Where did this kid come from, using such a suicidal fighting style? Chen Zuo felt the pressure on his chest suddenly increase, and the savage instinct within him was fully ignited. Having witnessed death many times as a bandit, was he afraid of this kid's desperate fight? When he was fighting for his life, this kid was still drinking milk! A head-on clash? Fine! Chen Zuo's eyes narrowed, his face ferocious, as he frantically pressed his palms down, fully committed to the brute force confrontation.

Bang! Bang!

Their four palms struck each other. A crunching sound of breaking bones erupted from Chen Zuo's chest. His feet could no longer remain rooted, and he was pushed backward. A burning pain shot up both arms. What kind of body was this? Hitting it felt like hitting a steel plate!

Pfft! Blood surged in Fen Tu Kuangge's chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. As his body retreated, he abruptly fell toward the ground, using his palms to forcefully strike the ground, lending strength to his collapsing body to stand up again, creating a rebound force that chased after Chen Zuo. His palms, having released their Battle Qi, quickly gathered it again and struck without mercy.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

A series of palm strikes echoed. Chen Zuo was sent flying backward, his chest bones completely shattered and sunken in. He rolled a few times on the ground, spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and lay still—dead.

A light wind blew across the plaza. A chill crept up the backs of the bandits. It wasn't because of Chen Zuo's death, but because of Fen Tu Kuangge's fighting style—a method that disregarded his own life. He had already won and could have taken time to heal, but he gave up healing and chased after his opponent to ensure his death.

Pfft! Fen Tu Kuangge spat another mouthful of blood onto the ground after forcing his Battle Qi despite his injuries. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. The penetrating power of the Three Wars of Demon Execution Battle Qi was strong; even his Great True Gold Battle Qi, combined with his defensive Battle Skill, couldn't completely block it.

"I won," Fen Tu Kuangge slowly stood upright, a happy smile on his face. Injuries were a small matter! Winning against an established bandit by fighting above his weight class was worth more happiness than anything. "Take some medicine first. I'll check on you when we get back," Qian Jin handed him a vial of potion, then looked at Dichaduo. "Next one?"

The bandit leaders exchanged glances. They had thought the young people arriving were just a group of novices, but the first one who fought was so fierce. Who knew what the rest of them were like? "I'll come!"

A middle-aged bandit in his fifties stepped forward carrying a spear. Duan Feng Bu'er grinned and hopped out, swinging his Bu'er Spear. His bloodline power activated immediately, and his Bloodline Battle Form manifested. "Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior? Golden Battle Heart? Eight Wars of Demon Extermination?"

The middle-aged bandit's spear trembled violently. What was the point of fighting this? A Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior appeared here! And he was already at the level of Eight Wars of Demon Extermination, while the bandit was only at Nine Wars of Demon Execution...