That Soul Surge swiftly descended into Neustar’s body, transforming his already mighty bloodline battle form anew. His tawny fur shone brighter, as if freshly oiled, and his physique swelled to a height of four meters. He bore no resemblance to a mere barbarian warrior; he was, truly, like the long-vanished Behemoth demon beast of legend.

A Tenth-Level Soul! With just one more awakening, Neustar was destined to ascend to the Saint realm! He was, effectively, a top-tier Soul—a Barbarian Warrior! This was the very foundation of his absolute confidence in victory!

Rumble! Neustar’s clothing had long since been shredded. The stones beneath his feet pulverized under the thrust of his two massive legs, thick as palace pillars. His body morphed into a colossal surge of brown light, and he brought a massive palm down toward Duan Fengbu’er’s head: “Crouch for this warrior!” Smash!

The immense palm struck where Duan Fengbu’er’s battle aura was concentrated. The sheer force caused the very earth beneath to cave in. The stone wasn't merely shattered by the blow; it turned to dust, fine white powder like flour, obliterated by brute strength.

The world-shaking strike had barely landed, and the dust cloud had not yet cleared, when Neustar’s enormous body suddenly pitched forward, slamming heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

Blood erupted from the back of Neustar’s skull—white… and red! It sprayed out like a fountain, and his massive form began to shrink, shrink, shrink… quickly reducing to the corpse of a naked man.

Dead! Neustar, after unleashing his ultimate power, attacked just once and was dead!

Falak’s hand, which had been holding a piece of skewered mutton halfway to his mouth, trembled violently. The fierce light in his eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment and confusion. “Soul Domain? He achieved Domain power without reaching Saint level? Instant movement? Is this the trump card behind your arrogant and aggressive stance?”

Behind Falak, several Behemoth warriors blinked hard, trying to make sense of the fallen Neustar. The battle had ended too swiftly; none of them had even managed to focus their minds to watch the fight properly. They expected Neustar to win easily, yet the Qian Jin faction had eliminated the top-tier Soul, the Behemoth Warrior Neustar, in a single blow!

“You wanted me to crouch? On what grounds? You aren't worthy.”

From within the dust cloud, Duan Fengbu’er’s lazy voice dripped with disdain and mockery. As the dust slowly dispersed, people saw that Duan Fengbu’er remained standing exactly where he had been, though beneath his feet lay the deep imprint left by the Behemoth’s massive claw strike.

Clap, clap, clap…

Falak dropped the knife and fork he’d been using and began to applaud leisurely. His initial surprise and confusion were completely replaced by a smile. “Beautiful. Truly beautiful. Instantly activated the bloodline power, executed a Soul Domain ability, appeared behind Neustar, shattered his skull with a claw, and then deactivated the bloodline power.”

Only then did the Behemoth warriors grasp what had just transpired—how Neustar had died.

“Hydra Bloodline Warrior…” Falak gazed curiously at Duan Fengbu’er. “Are you Pan Mengshen?”

The vigilance in the eyes of the Behemoth warriors instantly intensified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Pan Mengshen! The foremost genius among the younger generation of the Hydra Bloodline family! A super-genius bloodline warrior most likely to challenge the warriors of the Three Ultimate Bloodline Families!

Pan Mengshen! Those three words were not only renowned among the warriors of the Zhence Dynasty but were even more loudly proclaimed among the Demon and Barbarian races.

After all, the name Pan Mengshen had been elevated to its current height upon countless Demon lives and blood.

“No,” Duan Fengbu’er chuckled softly. “But I will surpass him, becoming the true legend among legends in the entire history of the Hydra Bloodline Warriors!”

“Not him? What a pity,” Falak sighed. “This Prince had hoped to meet the legend of the Pan family’s younger generation. You speak of becoming the legend among legends? That’s unfortunate. Had you not killed my servant, you might have had a future, but now…”

Falak slowly rose. The Behemoth warriors watched him with gazes brimming with adoration—this was the pride of the Barbarian Warriors! The God of War in their hearts!

Soul Domain!

The instant Falak stood up, he revealed to everyone present why he possessed such profound confidence, eating his food so casually even when his top general was dispatched with a mere wave of a hand, and maintaining such calm assurance.

The source of it all was that Falak also possessed a Soul Domain—an incomplete embryonic form of one! His formidable Dou Qi surpassed any Half-Saint expert Qian Jin had ever encountered, approaching the level of a true Saint.

More importantly! Falak’s hand bore a metal gauntlet—a Sacred Artifact! It was a genuine Sacred Artifact! And it was precisely because of this artifact that his Dou Qi could become so ferociously close to Saint status.

Sacred Artifacts could always stimulate and amplify the Dou Qi strength within a warrior’s body!

Among the younger generation of Human, Demon, and Barbarian races, Falak was confident he was the closest to Sainthood!

It was due to this Sacred Artifact that Falak unexpectedly gained his incomplete Soul Domain without officially reaching Sainthood, positioning himself as the strongest warrior just below the Saint realm.

Falak’s bloodline battle form was also Behemoth, but his fur was not the inferior brown; it was silver-white! Shining silver-white! The fur itself seemed to be a light source, making it difficult for the eyes to focus.

“My servant said you were supposed to be on your knees. How dare you still be standing?” Falak casually raised his hand and struck the air. The air instantly compressed under his palm pressure, creating a visible palm-shaped airflow that rushed toward Duan Fengbu’er, accompanied by the deep, characteristic roar of displaced air.

Duan Fengbu’er stood not far in front of the stunned Mu Nianzhen. If he instantly teleported to evade, the Sixth Prince behind him would surely be flattened into a meat patty.

In a flash of lightning and flint, Duan Fengbu’er decided to take the blow head-on. The moment his bloodline battle form activated, Qian Jin appeared before him.

The Wind and Cloud Golden Body, along with the specialized protective Dou Technique shield within his body, were simultaneously amplified at that instant. The shield composed of Dou Qi directly enveloped Qian Jin’s fist as he charged toward the incoming palm pressure.

The jade-transparent palm pressure struck the shield aura around the fist, naturally causing an explosive scattering of energy currents. The grass, dirt, and small stones on the ground were all flung into the air, forcing Mu Nianzhen to stumble back several steps before steadying himself, staring at Qian Jin’s back as he shattered the palm pressure unleashed by a Saint Artifact-wielding warrior approaching Sainthood.

Is that Qian Jin? Mu Nianzhen’s mind went completely blank for a second. Although Falak hadn't unleashed the full might of his palm strike, the power just exerted was genuinely close to that of a Saint realm expert.

Close to Saint! As a Prince, Mu Nianzhen had seen Saint realm experts and witnessed their power firsthand. He clearly understood the might of a Saint, yet this was the first time he had seen such strength that was infinitely close to it.

Half-Saint? Mu Nianzhen felt that the term was no longer adequate to describe the Behemoth Prince before him. Only 'Sub-Saint' could describe his state: a powerhouse just below the Saint level!

Falak, wielding the Sacred Artifact, took a step that instantly surpassed the strides of countless younger warriors, becoming the crucial powerhouse closest to Sainthood.

“Hmm? You…” Falak looked at the repelled palm pressure, his final lingering doubt settling on Qian Jin. The ordinary warrior from beyond the borders a few months ago, who didn't even possess a Soul, the mere small-fry then—how could he now directly withstand an attack utilizing a Sacred Artifact?

While the palm pressure still differed significantly from a real strike, how was this possible?

Falak desperately wanted to blurt out the question that had become self-evident, but he forcibly swallowed the unrefined words. To question something that had already become fact held no meaning! Falak re-examined Qian Jin. If the person blocking his palm strike were a bloodline warrior, it might be somewhat understandable. After all, a few months were sufficient time for a bloodline warrior to become immensely strong through continuous activation of their bloodline power.

But the one blocking the pressure was an ordinary warrior! An ordinary warrior who lacked a Soul just a few months prior—this reality made one want to ask, how is this possible?

Falak nodded repeatedly. “Interesting. Very interesting. Qian Jin, you are far beyond what this Prince imagined! Because of this, you must now either become this Prince’s servant, or you must die!”

Qian Jin’s gaze was fixed entirely on the metal Sacred Artifact glove adorning Falak’s hand. A Sacred Artifact was indeed a Sacred Artifact! The might it could erupt was pushing this Behemoth Prince infinitely close to Saint power. If it had been his former self facing that attack, dealing with it would have been genuinely arduous.

Now? Qian Jin didn't retreat; he stepped forward instead. “I have no interest in being your servant! Since you wish to kill me, I won’t mince words—I rather like that Sacred Artifact on your hand. I intend to take it today!”

“Steal this Prince’s Sacred Artifact?” Falak’s smile dripped with the scorn of someone hearing a joke. He also strode toward Qian Jin. “Those who offend this Prince… die!” Falak clenched his massive hand, his five fingers scraping against the Sacred Artifact’s metal, producing a crisp, ringing clang. His fist, the size of a wine jar, descended directly onto Qian Jin’s body.

Fully utilizing the advantage! Falak’s combat experience was far richer, allowing him to fully exploit the inherent strengths of the Sacred Artifact. He struck with the artifact's supreme hardness toward Qian Jin, avoiding any useless arrogance.

Clang! Qian Jin’s Zhanmadao hissed, drawing a sharp cry of the battlefield. His three Soul manifestations, having already reached their peak and achieved the state of Soul Integration into the body, were forcibly driven into his system by the Super-Void Soul skill. That terrifying power surged again and again, making even Half-Saint strength seem minuscule before him.

What does achieving Soul Integration three times mean? What does the Super-Void Soul skill’s command for three integrations mean? Not Saint, but superior to Saint!