Qian Jin uttered this command in a deep, booming voice that sounded ancient and vast. The second-layer Battle Seal, Star Thunder, painstakingly condensed within his Supreme Void Soul shattered, plunging into the arrow.

The two bowstrings vibrated sharply, and amidst a resounding dragon's roar, a crisp sound erupted—as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the very ground beneath the stars was about to be destroyed, and as the Human, Demon, and Savage races descended into despair, a newborn infant let out a pure laugh, instantly calming the panicked hearts of the three races.

If the arrow shot by Jin Leng Moyan was saturated with the aura of slaughter, then the arrow unleashed by Qian Jin afterwards was brimming with the essence of life—like a seed buried in the earth meeting the first nurturing spring rain, like a person in the darkness of despair catching sight of a sliver of light piercing the sky, like one dying of thirst in the desert suddenly discovering a pure oasis of water beneath their feet.

An arrow like lightning! It struck later but arrived first, catching up to the full-force arrow from Jin Leng Moyan.

The two arrows did not explode immediately upon collision; instead, they writhed and coiled around each other like two giant pythons, tearing and biting. Their Battle Qi and Battle Skills compressed against each other, producing a series of explosive sounds in the air. Their initial trajectory shifted; they ascended skyward instead, weaving erratically as they hurtled toward... Great Demon King Lucifer!

Indeed! A single arrow had made the demons feel an irresistible force; the two arrows, entangled as if inseparable, merged with destructive power and shot straight toward His Majesty, the Great Demon King Lucifer, on the viewing stand.

Lucifer slowly raised his hand. His thick fingers abruptly transformed into fair, pale hands. Surging bloodline power sprayed forth from his palms—a localized bloodline power activation!

The Great Demon King Lucifer's right hand—only his right hand—had activated his bloodline power! The invincible arrow, carrying enough force to destroy everything, slammed violently into Lucifer's right hand.

Lucifer spread his five fingers, then suddenly clenched them, actually seizing both arrows in his grasp. The interwoven arrows instantly detonated, sending currents of air and debris scattering violently.

The Battle Arena fell into an absolute silence. No one had anticipated that what was meant to be a mere appetizer before the true battle—a technique—would cause such a monumental event. How could this still be called a contest? It was clearly a fight to the death!

Even after entering the Battle Soul realm, the speed at which Battle Seals could be condensed had increased significantly, yet the fourth-layer Battle Seal was still not easily formed; to think it was shattered so casually.

And the Rushing Stream Mirror! Without even reaching the Battle Soul realm, condensing a Battle Seal was infinitely harder. Every Battle Seal was his ultimate trump card for survival, yet he had completely detonated it just to suppress Jin Leng Moyan.

What surprised the demons most was that this contest not only created immense commotion but had also entangled the Great Demon King himself.

The splattering Battle Qi and debris fell harmlessly within half a foot, not scattering wide enough to injure anyone, demon or otherwise, as they had before.

Qian Jin tilted his head back, looking at the Great Demon King standing high on the platform, his face eternally calm, and frowned slightly. If it weren't for the intent to assault the Great Demon King, he wouldn't have shattered his Battle Seal, allowing the two arrows to intertwine to steal the power of Jin Leng Moyan's arrow.

Was this the might of the Great Demon King, currently hailed as truly invincible in one-on-one combat? With a gentle lift of his hand, merely activating the bloodline power locally had shattered this strike.

Judging by his demeanor, the reason he activated his bloodline power was to show respect for the performance of a single arrow from both sides; otherwise, he might not have needed to activate his power at all to withstand this shot.

Jin Leng Moyan watched Qian Jin, breathing heavily. What kind of opponent was this? What kind of technique was this? I shattered my Battle Seal, and it only resulted in a draw with him?

"Truly an astonishing technique!" Jin Leng Moyan exclaimed, "If my Heavenly Demon Eye bloodline family could learn such a technique, the Divine Bloodline of the True Decree Dynasty and the Purple Vein Bloodline of the Savage race would pose no threat whatsoever."

The surrounding Demon Clan Chiefs all nodded in agreement. If any Demon race learned this technique, it would signal the doomsday for the True Decree Dynasty and the Savage race.

A Battle Technique usable by an ordinary Demon Warrior... The Demon Clan Chiefs began plotting how to forge deeper friendships with this master.

Battle Techniques used by ordinary Demon Warriors could always be employed by Bloodline Demon Warriors, but the unique power unlocked by bloodline strength could not be utilized by mere warrior-class Demon Warriors—this was a key factor contributing to the revered status of bloodline power today.

"Master Feijing, are you interested in becoming the Chief Combat Instructor for my Lucifer lineage?" Lucifer asked, his melodious voice ringing out with a smile. "Your technique genuinely fills me with envy. Even I wish to learn from Master Feijing. Of course, Master need not worry about compensation. All Battle Techniques of my Lucifer lineage will be opened entirely to you..."

Lucifer lowered his wrist and gently splayed his five fingers. That recent arrow brought him back to the feeling he had years ago when ambushed by Yi Yu Ding Tian on the Human-Demon battlefield. This sensation... he hadn't encountered it in years, yet he felt it again from a young, mixed-blood demon.

A Demon race Battle Technique? Qian Jin glanced at the expressions of the surrounding Demon Chiefs and nodded lightly. It seemed all the demons were captivated by his technique, temporarily forgetting the life-or-death stakes of these Human warriors. At least they were alive for now; perhaps he could find a way to take them away later.

The fusion of the two great techniques, Qian Jin didn't mind teaching it to any demon willing to learn, but whether they could learn it was another matter entirely!

At least, geniuses like Duan Feng Bu Er of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline, Chek Fulit, a Fallen Angel bloodline Demon Warrior who had already condensed a Battle Soul, and Fen Tu Kuang Ge, a warrior without bloodline power, had all attempted to practice this Battle Technique. None of them could manage the Battle Qi sequencing.

A Battle Technique born from the combination of two different bloodline powers was, strictly speaking, still a bloodline Battle Technique. However, theoretically, only a mixed-blood child of the Divine Bloodline and the Purple Vein Bloodline, who had activated dual bloodline powers and successfully fused them, might have a chance to practice it.

Or perhaps, only those who, like Qian Jin after obtaining the Hat, had stubbornly sought out the Wind and Cloud Battle Qi in the Four Seasons Valley could practice it.

Wind and Cloud Battle Qi! Qian Jin felt a touch of relief that he hadn't foolishly hidden somewhere obscure after obtaining the Endless World Hat to practice until he became the strongest beneath the stars before reappearing.

In recent days, Qian Jin understood that even with the Endless World Hat, without the constant life-or-death battles, he could never have truly grown. True warriors mature only amidst the clash of life and blood.

"For the first match, how about we call it a draw between Eighth Prince Lucifer Xingchen and Princess Lucifer Liushui?"

A demon suddenly shouted out loud, drawing everyone's attention. This Imperial Contest was supposed to determine a victor.

"If I lost, I lost," Lucifer Xingchen smiled faintly. "I, Lucifer Xingchen, can afford to lose! I don't need a draw!"

The demon who asked flushed with embarrassment, having intended to flatter Lucifer Xingchen, only to find the prince so arrogant that he reached this extreme.

"That's right! If you won, you won!" Lucifer Liushui rose. "Do you believe I won't blast you with a Destruction Demon Eye if you try to steal one of my victories?"

Impressive! Mu Ne Zhen Ce rested his chin on his hand. This Lucifer Xingchen had transformed his inherent arrogance; this transformation meant that despite his pride, his eyes were not clouded by it, allowing him to see the facts more clearly and accept them more readily.

The younger generation of the Demon race was far from simple! Mu Ne Zhen Ce nodded repeatedly. Both the Eighth Prince Lucifer Xingchen and the Crown Prince Lucifer Saireige were extraordinary; even the Seventh Prince was quite formidable, though his momentum had suffered recently due to the sudden defection of a major general.

Qian Jin retreated to Lucifer Liushui’s side. The first place he had just secured would yield very generous rewards after the Imperial Contest concluded, but the true competition was only just beginning, meaning he likely had to wait a while longer.

"Here is your number slip. When your name is called, you can go up," Lucifer Liushui handed Qian Jin a slip of paper. "The participants this time have varying strengths; the weakest are only at the Second Rank, equivalent to the level of a Demon Quelling Warrior of the True Decree Dynasty. The strongest are Fifth-Rank Battle Soul experts. Don't push yourself too hard."

Qian Jin took the slip and noticed that Fen Tu Kuang Ge also held one.

"He asked me to sign him up," Lucifer Liushui shrugged, looking helpless. "Do you want to stop him?"

Qian Jin was momentarily unsure how to answer Lucifer Liushui. Fen Tu Kuang Ge was the weakest among them, having even crippled his own Battle Qi once; otherwise, his current strength might have been even greater.

"The first match..." A demon beside Great Demon King Lucifer bellowed with a thick, coarse voice, "Beelzebubgule versus Rushing Stream Feijing..."

An unexpected pairing! No one had anticipated that the draw for this round would turn out this way. The battle-crazed powerhouse Beelzebubgule, ranked second on the Saint Roster, was matched against the ordinary bloodline warrior who was currently the center of attention.

The Seventh Prince and the Eighth Prince coldly watched the Crown Prince. Beelzebubgule was notoriously fond of fighting, and his excessive belligerence was a headache for his clan. Having Beelzebubgule as a subordinate was tantamount to inviting trouble for the Crown Prince. If Beelzebubgule severely injured Rushing Stream Feijing in the upcoming battle, the relationship between the Crown Prince and the major Guilds would plummet to an all-time low.