"That's right! Support!

The role of us ordinary warriors is to support the Bloodline Warriors!" Ling Donglai looked triumphantly at Qian Jin. With Fabredy's death, the faction in the War Hall that constantly touted the equal status and mutual cooperation between ordinary and Bloodline Warriors had seen its momentum completely crushed.

Now, the power ruling the War Hall belonged to the faction that believed in supporting the Bloodline Warriors—they truly held the reins of authority! Fabredy's death was simply marvelous!

Ling Donglai made no effort to conceal his glee: "You must apologize to the Qian family in the shortest possible time. If you fail to gain their forgiveness, you must go to their door and beg for pardon!

Otherwise, you will be stripped of your qualification to study at the War Hall! This is a critical juncture in the Human-Demon War; how can you be the one to undermine unity?" Mu Gui Wuxin turned, gazing blankly at Ling Donglai, unable to believe that this envoy from the War Hall would utter such words before the graves of the War Hall's Three Heroes.

"Uncle..." Qian Jin gripped Mu Gui Wuxin's clenched wrist: "Don't get agitated." "Ling Donglai, are you finished?" Ling Donglai? Calling me by my name directly?

A shadow of gloom crossed Ling Donglai’s face. Which ordinary warrior didn't address him as 'Envoy Lord'?

How dare this brat just use his name? "I am finished.

You figure out what to do next. You'd better think carefully before you answer me, unless you want to stay out of the War Hall—a place every ordinary warrior dreams of entering..." Ling Donglai sneered twice: "Hmph, hmph..." "Very well, I will figure it out.

And I will give you my answer right now." The words fell, and the pupils of Ling Donglai widened rapidly as Qian Jin's fist rushed toward him. Before he could even react, the punch enveloped the surrounding space, slamming brutally into the bridge of his nose.

Intense pain shot rapidly across his facial nerves, and scarlet blood sprayed and scattered before his eyes. The powerful impact drove Ling Donglai's head backward; he felt as if he had been suddenly gored and sent flying by a charging rhinoceros in the wilderness.

The roaring sound of the punch cutting through the air finally erupted, and everyone stared in shock at Qian Jin, who had suddenly struck. "Damn it!" After sending Ling Donglai flying with one punch, Qian Jin stepped forward and kicked him down, grinding his face into the dirt: "You want me to apologize to the Qian family?

Do you have any backbone left as an ordinary warrior? Uncle Fabredy died at the hands of Qian Zhanxuan, and the law didn't punish him, so I will execute the law in his stead!

The people of the War Hall Three Heroes died at the hands of the Qian family, and you expect me to apologize to them? If the War Hall has such no-spine bones, I wouldn't go even if invited!" "Get out of here!

Go back to the War Hall and ask those people if they still have any spirit! Tell them, if today the War Hall does not issue a statement condemning and demanding justice for Uncle's death, then tomorrow, the War Hall will face the contempt of all ordinary warriors!" "I may not be strong enough, and I certainly need to become stronger!

But even if I have no means to grow stronger, I still possess this iron backbone!" Ling Donglai’s face was pressed against the ground, his nose bleeding profusely, glaring resentfully at the standing Qian Jin. As a peak Dou Hun realm expert, he feared that one rash reaction from Qian Jin could see his head instantly crushed.

"I understand... you...

you..." Hearing Ling Donglai speak, Qian Jin slowly lifted the foot planted on his face. Ling Donglai braced himself with his hands, suddenly pulling back, his formidable Dou Hun energy instantly erupting from his body, swiftly circulating inward to boost his combat power.

His face contorted as he glared at Qian Jin: "You dare treat a War Hall envoy like this? Today, I will show you the wrath of a War Hall envoy!" In the blink of an eye, Ling Donglai's power was raised to its absolute peak.

Unprecedented confidence swelled within him. No matter how much the outside world praised this mere young warrior, without unlocking his Bloodline Power, what level of strength could he truly possess?

"Wrath?" Mu Gui Wuxin suddenly appeared directly in front of Ling Donglai, the power of a War Saint surging out of his body. Saint Attainment?

Ling Donglai shuddered violently. Mu Gui Wuxin had actually reached the Saint realm too!

An instinctive dread of a Saint Attainment expert instantly stiffened Ling Donglai's body, slowing his reaction speed. Mu Gui Wuxin thrust his large hand forward, seizing Ling Donglai as easily as snatching a chick.

Ling Donglai, who might have managed some form of counterattack even against a War Saint, now completely lost the ability to resist. "Kneel down for me!" Mu Gui Wuxin slammed Ling Donglai onto the ground, and Qian Jin kicked the back of his knee, forcing the War Hall envoy to his knees before Fabredy's tomb.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Mu Gui Wuxin grabbed Ling Donglai’s head as if it were a small gourd, repeatedly smashing his forehead against the ground.

"Get back to your War Hall." Mu Gui Wuxin tossed Ling Donglai aside dismissively: "Today, I spare you because we are all ordinary warriors, and because the War Hall once trained both me and Fabredy. Next time?

Do you really think only Qian Zhanxuan dares to disregard the law and kill?" Ling Donglai didn't even manage to land gracefully; he collapsed onto the ground, sliding several meters away, staring blankly, like many others, at Qian Jin and then at Mu Gui Wuxin. Bold!

These were truly audacious ordinary warriors, reacting this way toward an envoy from the War Hall. "You are good...

all of you are very good..." Ling Donglai hastily scrambled up from the ground, ignoring the mocking and sneering glances around him, quickly turning and sprinting away into the distance: "I will remember you! You will regret insulting a War Hall envoy like this!" Duan Feng Bu'er glanced at Chekefulit beside him—this hybrid with three pairs of wings, yet still far from achieving ultimate awakening, appearing as if he could break through his limits and enter the War Saint state at any moment.

Under the cover of everyone else’s inattention, he vanished into the crowd. Some people were not suitable for open execution, but if such a person were allowed to return, they might bring greater trouble.

Thus, assassination became the best method! Even if, after the assassination, many would suspect who did it, the matter would only remain under investigation due to a lack of evidence.

Assassination is different from open killing; sometimes, those of a relatively lower rank can eliminate those of a higher rank. Although Chekefulit hadn't completely absorbed and digested the essence of Lucifer's Heart, he had made significant improvements recently.

Having been near peak Dou Hun power back then, Duan Feng Bu’er wouldn't be surprised if he was already in the Half-Saint state now. With such strength, combined with the element of surprise against a War Hall expert who was clearly mentally unbalanced and slightly agitated today, an assassination strike would likely be enough to send the War Hall envoy back to the embrace of the stars.

Many people were still struggling to recover from Qian Jin’s sudden strike, considering that the one who got beaten was a War Hall envoy, and a peak Dou Hun realm expert had been knocked down by Qian Jin’s sudden attack without even realizing it. Even more people were captivated by Mu Gui Wuxin’s Saint Attainment strength.

To think that someone among the ordinary warriors had reached the Saint realm! "A beautiful punch, clean, swift, and carrying the momentum of a single fist filling heaven and earth." From within the crowd, Tian Lianlingguan slowly walked out, clapping his hands: "It's a pity it was a sneak attack.

After all, some methods are beneath notice." "Precisely! Sneak attacks...

Hmph, hmph..." Roaring Lion King Ling Fenglingguan, with his equally imposing physique, followed closely behind Tian Lianlingguan, emerging from the crowd, his face wearing an even colder smirk and greater confidence than Tian Lianlingguan’s. "I'm in a bad mood today," Qian Jin glanced at the two Gryphon King Bloodline Warriors: "Don't provoke me." The smile on Roaring Lion King Ling Fenglingguan’s face stiffened slightly.

This kid was even more arrogant than the rumors suggested! "I didn't come here to provoke you," Tian Lianlingguan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his measured pacing exuding a domineering aura reminiscent of Qian Zhanxuan: "You left the Academy before finishing the Hundred Battles Ranking last time.

I imagine if you hadn't left, you would have climbed higher, right?" The Hundred Battles Ranking was very unfamiliar to warriors from many other cities, but the citizens of Yongliu City were intimately aware of it. Some even claimed that if the Principal and the Saint Attainment Fabredy were set aside, the top-ranked individual on the Conquest Academy’s Hundred Battles Ranking must possess the strongest personal combat prowess in Yongliu City!

Now, this man, known to all of Yongliu City as the number one on the Hundred Battles Ranking, had actively sought out Qian Jin today, and his demeanor suggested an imminent confrontation. The crowd couldn't help but become energized.

"You want to fight me?" Qian Jin sized up Tian Lianlingguan, somewhat confused as to why this Thunder Lion King would suddenly seek him out, unlike before when he sat atop the number one spot on the ranking, waiting for Qian Jin to challenge him. Was it merely because Qian Jin had spoken out against Qian Zhanxuan of the Qian family?

Qian Jin was puzzled. Did Tian Lianlingguan truly worship Qian Zhanxuan to such an extent?

Did anyone who challenged Qian Zhanxuan first have to defeat him? "Fight you?

Do you think you're worthy of fighting my Elder Brother?" Roaring Lion King Ling Fenglingguan stepped forward, looking down at Qian Jin with his slightly taller stature: "Lately, you've been too vocal about the glory of ordinary warriors. You've misled a large number of them, causing them to lose sight of their true selves.

Today, I will tell you that the Bloodline Warrior is a threshold that ordinary warriors can never cross. Serving Bloodline Warriors is the only thing ordinary warriors should be doing." "Is that so?" Duan Feng Bu’er stepped forward, hands crossed over his chest, sizing up the Roaring Lion King: "Honestly, I really want to beat you up a bit..." "What?" Ling Fenglingguan's golden, thick eyebrows twitched rapidly, and his robust body, like that of a Gryphon King, trembled as intense anger rapidly emanated from his bones.

"Too bad..." Duan Feng Bu’er shrugged: "I am a Bloodline Warrior. Even if I beat you until you are prostrate calling me 'Grandpa,' it's still a matter between Bloodline Warriors.

So... my comrade!

You got lucky." Saying that, Duan Feng Bu’er stepped back. At this moment, his Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline War Body erupted completely.

The massive black nine-headed serpent Dou Hun roared toward the sky, its overwhelming pressure making countless people feel suffocated.