Clang! Another burst of sparks flew everywhere. The square, exquisitely crafted shield in Qian Jin’s hand tumbled through the air and landed in a bucket of cold water that had been prepared long ago.

Hiss! White steam surged into the air from the bucket, momentarily shrouding the entire courtyard in mist, the shield’s dazzling light becoming exceptionally prominent within the fog.

Qian Jin reached out, pulled the shield from the water, and tossed it into another bucket of icy cold water. Again! This bucket of cold water let out waves of white vapor.

The shield emerged from the water once more. The sunlight seemed to reflect entirely off it. The shield in Qian Jin’s hand looked more like a mirror used by a woman or demoness for adornment than a piece of defensive weaponry.

“Fourth-Grade Combat Gear!”

Boxkheth’s eyes were sharp, and he immediately identified the situation with the shield in Qian Jin’s hand.

Fourth-grade combat gear might not be considered particularly valuable in the eyes of truly top-tier powerhouses, but... if a blacksmith could forge gear that was Fourth-Grade Combat Gear just by casually striking it a few times in a very short period, then the situation was entirely different.

Sabonis Fieber’s expression was even uglier. It was indeed Fourth-Grade Combat Gear! This mixed-blood demon, besides his rumored combat prowess, possessed such a beautiful skill in forging. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant. If he had such an attendant, he too would dedicate all his focus to protecting him.

“Princess, there are too many people here, and the time is too short.” Qian Jin approached Lucifer Flowing Water, holding the shield, his demeanor filled with arrogance: “You take it for now. Later, we’ll find a place, and I will inscribe runes on this shield. By then, it will be a magical artifact.”

Runes! The flesh on Boxkheth’s nose twitched repeatedly. This kid knows runes too? Is that real or not? If it’s true...

“Mamen Demon Clan?” Qian Jin turned and looked at Sabonis Fieber with hostility: “You look very similar to the two Mamen demons I killed yesterday. Are you here for revenge?”

Sabonis Fieber felt a renewed pang in his heart. The enemy demon was right before him, yet he couldn't take immediate revenge; instead, he had to endure such provocation.

“That’s right! I am their father and grandfather.” Sabonis Fieber stared coldly at Qian Jin, his magic staff clenching so tightly it made cracking sounds: “You had better be careful when you go out in the future. Don't suddenly die one day without knowing how you died.”

“Your staff is very beautiful.” Qian Jin looked at the staff in Sabonis Fieber’s hand: “I like it. Give it to me.”

Sabonis Fieber suspected whether this mixed-blood demon’s mind was broken. He had already revealed his identity, yet he still dared to ask him for equipment? Forget the enmity between them; even if there were no grudges!

This Staff of Doomsday Judgment, Sabonis Fieber would not give it to any demon! Only on the day he died would he pass this staff to his children.

Now, his descendants were all dead, and the staff had become the most precious possession. How could he easily yield it? Especially yielding it to his enemy demon.

“You want it? Hmph...”

Sabonis Fieber sneered and opened his mouth, intending to mock Qian Jin a few times, when suddenly his vision went black! A massive shadow of death completely enveloped him from above!

A sneak attack! Sabonis Fieber was utterly stunned. Was this demon truly insane? To launch a sneak attack under these circumstances!

Without warning, the battle-hammer in Qian Jin’s hand suddenly erupted, the battle energy surging within it. The battle-hammer hadn't even touched Sabonis Fieber’s body, but the fierce gale seemed to have materialized, slamming against Sabonis Fieber’s scalp, as if a real hammer had struck his head.

Magic Shield! Sabonis Fieber instinctively flashed a spell in his mind. The abilities of a Legendary Mage opened instantly with his bloodline power, manifesting a visible black energy magic shield that covered his entire body.

The battle-hammer, surging with layers of battle energy, smashed violently against the magic shield that hadn't fully expanded, forcing the steel-hard shield to flatten. In the next instant, it shattered completely.

An instantly cast magic shield was far less sturdy than one cast with focused concentration, and this was one cast hastily, with the bloodline power not even fully activated. Its power might withstand a blow from an ordinary Golden Heart level fighter, but it was completely unable to resist Qian Jin’s savage hammer strike.

Even though Qian Jin hadn't used his full strength in this blow, the magic shield still could not withstand the hammer’s might.

Bang!

The magic shield suddenly exploded, and Sabonis Fieber staggered, his pupils filled only with shock. He had planned to defend first, then immediately cast a spell to kill this kid.

Unexpectedly! The magic shield shattered! It was over! He was going to die here... I am a Legendary Mage...

Sabonis Fieber smelled the clearest scent of death he had ever experienced. A large hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, rapidly dragging him backward, and a sharp long blade appeared above his head, blocking the intrusion of the battle-hammer. The two met in a collision devoid of any fancy maneuvers.

Clang! The blade of the battle-saber scraped, sending up a series of sparks. The battle-hammer in Qian Jin’s hand bounced high, like a wild boar fearful of a great dragon, attempting to escape his grasp. The tremendous impact pulled him backward, almost causing him to fall.

Boxkheth activated his Thunder Eagle Bloodline War Form. The blade of his battle-saber trembled repeatedly as he held it horizontally above Sabonis Fieber’s head, producing a chorus of metallic cries.

This kid... is this strong? Boxkheth looked down at the wailing battle-saber in his hand. If he hadn't been standing nearby, this Legendary Mage, Sabonis Fieber, who could usually definitely kill Torrential Flow Mirror, would truly have died here today.

“What are you trying to do?”

Sabonis Fieber, his shock not yet subsided, roared loudly, raising his hand to gather the surrounding magical elements at the tip of the Staff of Doomsday Judgment, preparing to unleash a massive destructive spell to completely obliterate this mixed-blood demon who had launched a sneak attack.

“Fieber!” Boxkheth flashed between Qian Jin and Sabonis Fieber, his battle-saber directly targeting the enraged Legendary Mage: “You need to know what you are doing.”

“Me? I need to know what I’m doing?” Sabonis Fieber roared in fury: “Boxkheth, are your eyes blind? This damned mixed-blood demon kid, he wants to kill me! Wants to kill me! What’s wrong with me eradicating him?”

“Aren’t you not dead?” Boxkheth stared coldly at Sabonis Fieber. A wave of loss and frustration washed over him. He truly didn't want a demon from the Sabonis family to suffer, but he happened to be standing right beside him. If he hadn't intervened, he would have faced severe punishment from the Elder Council.

Qian Jin, without showing any weakness, pointed his battle-hammer, which had stopped shaking, at Sabonis Fieber: “You wanted to kill me first, so I kill you.”

Sabonis Fieber paused. He had worked hard to hide his killing intent, yet this mixed-blood demon could still sense it?

“Whoever wants to kill me, I kill them.” Qian Jin adopted a supremely arrogant expression: “You wanted to kill me first.”

Sabonis Fieber desperately wanted to retort, When did I want to kill you? Which of your eyes saw that? But because of Boxkheth’s presence, he felt that responding this way would make him look weak, unable to even admit his true intentions.

“Boxkheth, must you protect him?” Sabonis Fieber never stopped gathering magical elements in his hand.

“That’s right!” Boxkheth puffed out his chest: “Regarding how to deal with him, I need to report back to the Elder Council and await their decision.”

“You...”

Sabonis Fieber glared hatefully at Qian Jin. Facing Boxkheth, his chances of winning were only fifty percent. If he tried to eliminate this mixed-blood demon during a fight, his chances might not even reach five percent.

“You... you will regret this!”

Sabonis Fieber hatefully retracted his magic staff, swept his wide robe, and turned away in resentment.

Boxkheth turned and gave Qian Jin a helpless look. This mixed-blood demon truly possessed great value, but he was excessively arrogant, even daring to kill an Elder of the Mamen Demon Clan. What else wouldn't he dare to do? If it were another demon, they would have killed him outright. Yet, this individual might significantly aid the Mamen Demon Clan’s rise among the Seven Great Demon Clans.

A flicker of wariness entered Qian Jin’s arrogant eyes. The moment Boxkheth struck just now, there was a familiar aura—it was the breath of a Saint Attainment level!

Unexpectedly, upon just entering the Demon Clan territory, he encountered a Saint Attainment level demon? Qian Jin frowned slightly. He figured this must be a high-ranking member of the Mamen Demon Clan, as there weren't many bloodline warriors who could reach the Saint Attainment level.

“Respected Princess.” Boxkheth avoided looking at Qian Jin, turning to bow deeply to Lucifer Flowing Water: “Please allow me to report this matter to the Elder Council. You should also know that this is not a small matter. After all, Sabonis Fieber’s son and grandson are dead, and this Torrential Flow Mirror attempted to kill Elder Fieber. I must report it...”

Lucifer Flowing Water sighed with a troubled expression: “Fine, but you must promise me you will try to keep the scope of this incident as small as possible.”

“Of course.” Boxkheth smiled confidently: “I know the value of this news.”

Qian Jin watched Boxkheth and Boxteyler leave, then turned to Lucifer Flowing Water and gave her a knowing smile. Things were going smoother than anticipated. The Mamen Demon Clan Elder Council would soon know about this.

“You just almost killed one of my Legendary Mage’s subjects.” Lucifer Flowing Water linked her arm through Qian Jin’s: “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“En.” Qian Jin shrugged: “I thought that if I could kill him, I would. If I couldn't kill him, I would make him hate me even more. When he discovers how difficult it is to kill me...”