Shattered! That half-shield, capable of effortlessly repelling the Demonic Eye and any attack, was pulverized by a single strike from Qian Zhanxuan! The residual force instantly shattered one of Qian Jin's arms! Even though Qian Jin instantly detonated the Fen Jin Lian Zhan Dou Yin, it failed to halt the surge of overwhelming power.

"Hmm,"

In his Elf King War Body state, Qian Zhanxuan raised a golden eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his pupils.

This seemingly ordinary strike contained power approaching that of a supreme blow; even the current Great Demon King would regard it with great seriousness. It was a specialized impact achieved by utilizing the Kun Dou Technique to manipulate the surrounding air pressure, converging all that pressure onto a single point!

This deceptively simple attack was far from the casual display Qian Zhanxuan presented. That single strike was already one of his true killing moves; it would have been utterly possible for him to pierce through both Qian Jin and Duan Feng Bu'er with a single finger, turning them instantly to dust.

Qian Zhanxuan had calculated that after shattering both of them with this blow, a slight twitch of his finger would redirect the remaining force to sweep up and eliminate the others and all the demons, and the power of this self-created Extreme Kun Finger would barely diminish.

Yet, impossibly! That shield had absorbed nearly the entire might of the Extreme Kun Finger. The resulting shockwave was only enough to shatter one of Qian Jin's arms.

Qian Zhanxuan’s brow furrowed unconsciously. What manner of equipment was that? Despite the fact that his attack was mid-air and lacked "true" contact, its immense power should still persist!

Pfft! Qian Jin coughed up another mouthful of blood. A head-on clash was the last thing he wanted, yet it had truly happened. Qian Zhanxuan's finger force was astonishing, his movements seemingly without pattern, making his combat style impossible to grasp.

Simple, direct, appearing utterly unchanged—yet simultaneously capable of manifesting thousands of variations. Such combat prowess seemed truly capable of shaking the stars.

Qian Jin felt as if Qian Zhanxuan had instantly transformed into an unclimbable, unconquerable colossal mountain, driven deep into the fabric of the cosmos.

"I have attacked twice, and yet not a single person has died?..." Qian Zhanxuan slowly raised his right hand. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and shook it gently, then suddenly spread his fingers and pressed down into the void. It was as if the entire universe was filled by this single palm strike, allowing no creature the chance to evade.

Cheklifrit's internal battle energy surged, his bloodline power instantly peaking—just as his three pairs of wings were about to burst through his body—a massive wave of Dou Qi and oppressive aura suddenly materialized behind him. Sword light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, making the setting sun's afterglow seem dim in comparison.

The palm strike that seemed to fill the universe was instantly severed by the sword light. Qian Zhanxuan's hand trembled slightly; he tilted his head, his slightly furrowed brow examining the newcomer.

Fabredis!

Fabredis, whom he hadn't seen in days, the one who claimed to be the first ordinary warrior to attain sainthood, stood firmly before Qian Jin, holding his longsword aloft. A gigantic sword qi soared skyward, shaking the heavens and stilling the spinning earth; in that moment, he was the pillar supporting the sky and ground, standing guard powerfully before Qian Jin.

"Uncle..."

"Boy."

Fabredis turned back to look at the still-bleeding but alive Qian Jin. "I arrived at the right time, didn't I? Also, shouldn't you be calling me Father-in-law?"

Qian Jin managed a weak laugh. "If you had appeared a little sooner... perhaps, perhaps it would have been better."

"A hero must only debut at the most critical juncture, otherwise..." Fabredis gently rotated the longsword in his hand. "How can the hero's worth be demonstrated?"

Qian Jin slowly settled back onto the ground, chuckling softly. Seeing the long-absent Uncle Fabredis joking upon meeting suggested that his prospective father-in-law was in an excellent mood—certainly far better than when he left Eternal Flow City.

"Fabredis?" Qian Zhanxuan placed both hands back behind him, his body unmoving and imposing like a mountain, his chin slightly lifted. "One of the former Three Heroes of the Battle Hall. Hmm, I didn't expect it! You actually reached Sainthood..."

"I didn't expect it either," Fabredis slowly nodded, his gaze shifting back to Qian Zhanxuan, suddenly sharper than the sword light he had previously projected. A bone-deep hatred bloomed in his eyes. "You didn't expect that I would pick up my sword again, did you?"

"I believed you would definitely pick up your sword," Qian Zhanxuan replied with confident arrogance. "You are a warrior; how could you abandon the sword in your hand? I, Qian Zhanxuan, never misjudge people! You were born to be a warrior! I simply didn't anticipate that you would actually attain sainthood. I am quite pleased."

Qian Zhanxuan looked at Fabredis as if regarding an admired junior. "Among the so-called Three Heroes of the Battle Hall, you possessed the greatest aptitude. You deserved to become a saint. I even intended to find a suitable Soul Weapon for you, through any connections necessary, the moment you picked up your sword again, to make you the first ordinary warrior to reach sainthood! Since you are a saint, and since you have taken up the sword again, you should be heading to the Human-Demon Battlefield, not standing here." Qian Zhanxuan pointed at Qian Jin behind Fabredis. "This person is not someone you should be protecting. He has been colluding with the Demon Race, befriending the major Demon tribes—he deserves death! You should be standing on my side..."

"Many years ago," Fabredis gently rotated his blade, his tone soft as if speaking to himself, yet also reminiscing, "the Battle Hall once had the Three Heroes. Back then, their goal was to challenge the Bloodline Warriors and establish the glory of the ordinary warrior. At that time, although you, Qian Zhanxuan, were a Bloodline Warrior, you were also greatly admired by the Three Heroes of the Battle Hall." Qian Zhanxuan nodded slightly, enjoying the praise. As a Bloodline Warrior, one could command countless ordinary warriors, but it was difficult to earn their true respect, especially from the Battle Hall, a specialized organization dedicated to challenging the norm.

"I thought myself fortunate to have met the great Elf King Bloodline Warrior, Qian Zhanxuan," Fabredis's lips curled into a cold, self-mocking smile. "I was once immensely proud of that."

"You can continue to hold onto that pride," Qian Zhanxuan nodded slowly. "If you wish, you may join the Qian family legion at any time..."

"That was only in the past," Fabredis looked up at Qian Zhanxuan. "Since one of the Three Heroes, Gu Yue Yingyu..."

"There is no person named Gu Yue Yingyu among the Three Heroes of the Battle Hall," Qian Zhanxuan gently shook his index finger. "You should know very well now, she is not human, but a Demon Race member..."

Demon Race! A bolt of lightning struck through Qian Jin's mind. Gu Yue? Didn't that surname belong to Gu Yue Jiaying? She took her mother's surname! This meant Gu Yue Jiaying was mixed-blood! Uncle Fabredis's beloved was, in fact, a member of the Demon Race!

"That's right, she is Demon Race," Fabredis's expression turned severe. "But she never truly harmed the warriors of the Zhence Dynasty! The Zhence Dynasty warriors who died by my hand number at least a hundred! Has a single Zhence Dynasty warrior ever been killed by her hands?"

Qian Zhanxuan fell silent for a long moment. "The one who exposed her identity came from the Demon Race."

"Did it really come from the Demon Race?" Fabredis interrupted Qian Zhanxuan with a cold laugh. "A powerful Elf King Bloodline Warrior, are you afraid to admit what you have done? If someone hadn't leaked the information to the Demon Race, would the news have returned to the Zhence Dynasty?"

Qian Zhanxuan raised an eyebrow, showing no trace of shame, and nodded lightly. "I am not afraid to admit it, I simply wish you would direct all your fury toward the Demon Race and contribute the effort you owe to the residents of the Zhence Dynasty, instead of languishing in the gentle embrace of a spy sent by the Demon Race, eroding your warrior's will."

Listening to the rapid exchange, Qian Jin gradually grasped the meaning.

Back then, one of the Three Heroes of the Battle Hall was actually a Demon Race member! And this Demon Race member had even married Fabredis, only for them to be betrayed by the Demon Race, leading to the exposure of Gu Yue Yingyu's identity! And the true mastermind behind this was not the Demon Race.

It was the man before him—the domineering, confident, lofty Elf King Bloodline Warrior patriarch, Qian Zhanxuan!

"The Demon Race and humans," Qian Zhanxuan gently waved his index finger, "cannot love. That will only harm you, Fabredis. Whatever woman you desire, I can find for you. I believe you understand the difference between right and wrong..."

Demon Race and humans cannot love! Qian Jin's body trembled slightly, and the image of Lucifer flowing water flashed in his mind. If the Tenth Princess had truly returned to the Zhence Dynasty with him today, perhaps the belief that humans and demons could not love—Qian Jin’s jaw involuntarily tightened. This Qian Zhanxuan was too absolute, too tyrannical, interfering with the love lives of others! If he wasn't struck down, what happened to Uncle Fabredis today would not only be repeated for him in the future but also for Duan Feng Bu'er.

"That's right, I distinguish between right and wrong," Fabredis raised the tip of his longsword, his aura instantly locking onto Qian Zhanxuan's body. "You leaked my wife's identity, you sent warriors to kill my wife—that is the truest fact!"

"It was my doing, that is correct!" Qian Zhanxuan looked up without concealment. "I did not kill your daughter because I did not wish for your spirit to be utterly crushed. Otherwise, the human-demon hybrid should also be utterly exterminated! Fabredis, if only killing me can help you step out of the shadow, then I! Give you this chance."

"Stay by my side and enter the Human-Demon Battlefield with me to kill enemies! If I ever suffer a debilitating injury in the future, you may strike me down with one sword blow—consider it revenge for Gu Yue Yingyu." Qian Zhanxuan sighed. "For now, I still need this life to kill a few more demon whelps on the Human-Demon Battlefield..."

"Heh, what a spirited proclamation, everything is right for you and wrong for me," Fabredis shook his head repeatedly. "You have never known love. In your eyes, women are merely commodities for satisfying lust and producing children. But I am not like that. I have known love. I don't need more women; I only need my Gu Yue Yingyu!"

"Qian Zhanxuan, you killed my wife first, and now you attempt to assassinate my son-in-law, and threaten to destroy a genius of the Hydra bloodline." Fabredis shook his head repeatedly. "You are not as great as you claim..."

"You..." Qian Zhanxuan's expression suddenly darkened, killing intent slowly blossoming in his pupils. "I can tolerate your willful behavior because you are the pride of the ordinary warriors. But that does not mean you can block what I intend to do. That brat Qian Jin must die! As for the Hydra bloodline? I can grant the Serpent Emperor face and refrain from killing him." Fabredis offered a desolate smile. "Then there is nothing more to say? Last time, my wife was gravely wounded by the people you sent, and I was trapped in a battle and unable to protect her. This time, you want me to watch my son-in-law die? To let my daughter grieve? What meaning or value does my continued existence hold?"

"Since there is none, then you should die too..."