Chapter 672: The Serpent Emperor Isn't the Provocateur - Three in One

This is a Bloodline Warrior! For countless years, a deep-seated disdain for common warriors has been ingrained in the very bones of the Bloodline Warriors. Even when both sides are Dou Hun (Battle Soul) level warriors, the Bloodline Warriors look down on the ordinary ones.

These Bloodline Warriors are all around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, arguably at their physical and energetic peaks. Normally, they could defeat their peers among common Dou Hun warriors with extreme speed.

Duan Feng Bu Er eyed Pan Hongji, noticing that the Serpent Emperor made no move to curb the arrogance of the men he brought. Duan Feng Bu Er pursed his lips and muttered, "Serpent Emperor? I’d say Fox Emperor is more like it... using us to educate the younger generation of your clan? Are you going to charge a consultation fee for that?"

Fen Tu Kuang Ge and Mu Ne Zhen Ce both looked up, their eyes filled with admiration and awe for Pan Hongji's scheming. The Serpent Emperor clearly wasn't saying anything to these young men now, deliberately holding back pressure, intending to let them suffer losses in order to grow.

Young people? Qian Jin looked at the Bloodline Warriors who were older than him, scratched his scalp with a wry smile. He actually referred to these older individuals as "youngsters." Haha! It seemed that after all the things he’d encountered lately, though his age hadn't increased, his mentality had truly matured.

Ten young Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors entered the courtyard. The harmonious atmosphere instantly vanished, replaced by an air of supreme arrogance. Except when looking toward the Serpent Emperor, where they were impeccably respectful, they regarded everyone else with a mere flick of the eye from the corner of their gaze.

Pan Hongji patted Qian Jin’s shoulder twice: "This is Qian Jin."

The gazes of the ten young men finally softened considerably compared to before. For the first time, they truly looked at the second person in the courtyard, considering the recent fact that Lei Ting Shi Wang Tian Lian Ling Guan had died by his hand. This achievement meant no one would dare underestimate him.

The ten young Bloodline Warriors, with looks of suspicion, still bowed respectfully to Qian Jin. Even setting aside his fierce combat record, the status of the Chairman of the Federation of Trade Unions was not something these youngsters could afford to trifle with.

"These are the Branch Presidents from the various Warrior Guilds..."

This time, the ten young Bloodline Warriors did not offer a greeting like they did to Qian Jin. Instead, their nostrils pointed toward the sky; they clearly held these Guild Presidents in contempt.

We are all peak Dou Hun warriors. Why should I respect you common warriors? The faces of the ten young men bore nearly identical expressions.

"These are the most outstanding young warriors of the Fen Tu Clan’s younger generation, Fen Tu Kuang Ge."

This time, a cold sneer of disdain appeared on the faces of the ten young Bloodline Warriors. The Fen Tu Clan? That family whose every generation challenged the Bloodline Warriors, only to be beaten like dogs every time?

Several of them let out unconcealed, contemptuous snorts through their noses. The most outstanding warrior of the Fen Tu Clan’s younger generation? So what? All they could manage was to be beaten to the ground, forced to look up at the Bloodline Warriors, serving only to highlight the Bloodline Warriors' power.

"What? You look down on the warriors of the Fen Tu Clan?" Pan Hongji walked over to Fen Tu Kuang Ge with a smile: "This young man is truly strong."

Instigating trouble! Pure instigation! Duan Feng Bu Er suddenly realized that this wise and brilliant Serpent Emperor had such a penchant for stirring up trouble. To temper the younger generation of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline, he would even resort to such measures! These few young Bloodline Warriors were about to... have bad luck.

"Patriarch..."

One of the ten young Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors slowly stepped out of the formation, bowing very respectfully to Pan Hongji, and continued, "We respect every warrior of the Fen Tu Clan who died on the Human-Demon Battlefield. But we cannot condone their stubborn adherence to upholding the honor of common warriors. Don't they understand the gulf between common warriors and Bloodline Warriors? They know it well, but their stubbornness... alas! All they can do is serve us, the Bloodline Warriors."

"Oh? Pan Mengcheng, so you think Fen Tu Kuang Ge cannot defeat you?" In the Serpent Emperor's smile, Duan Feng Bu Er saw the devil enticing one step closer to the trap.

"Yes, Patriarch." Pan Mengcheng was tall and quite handsome, with long, strong hands. "In terms of marching and formations, I might not compare to Fen Tu Kuang Ge. But when it comes to a one-on-one fight between men, I could easily defeat him even with one arm tied behind my back."

This arrogant declaration, these confident words, coupled with Pan Mengcheng standing tall, making his body look god-like, made his resonant words spread through the courtyard as if they were absolute truth.

Not only did the other nine Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors nod in agreement, but even many of the Branch Presidents of the Warrior Guilds acknowledged the truth in Pan Mengcheng’s words. Aside from Qian Jin, the anomaly among common warriors, ordinary warriors simply could not confront Bloodline Warriors of the same level head-on in a duel, especially a common warrior as young as Fen Tu Kuang Ge, who was clearly inferior to the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors.

The corners of Pan Hongji's lips pulled wide quickly. His long, handsome snake eyes fixed on Fen Tu Kuang Ge, and he clapped his shoulder as if speaking to an old friend: "Young man, I, Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji, am not one to stir up trouble. I don't know what sort of character you have, but if someone dared to say in front of me that they could knock me down with one arm tied, I absolutely would not tolerate it."

Qian Jin desperately fought to suppress a laugh, afraid he might injure himself from holding it in. This Serpent Emperor claims he isn't a troublemaker? Is there anyone who causes more trouble than him? To temper the clan’s younger generation, he even used methods like this! But it was strange! He clearly had many ways to temper these young men; why choose this specific tactic? Could it be...?

Qian Jin’s gaze shifted toward Duan Feng Bu Er. It seemed the Serpent Emperor still hadn't given up on the idea of Duan Feng Bu Er returning to the Pan family. He likely brought these people here for two reasons: one, naturally, to temper them, and the second, perhaps, to allow them to become acquainted with Bu Er early on?

"Tolerate?" Fen Tu Kuang Ge shrugged his shoulders. "Your Majesty, the Serpent Emperor, since you feel I cannot tolerate it, then I shall not tolerate it."

"Oh? Is that so?" Pan Hongji showed a faint hint of gratitude around Fen Tu Kuang Ge's eyebrows, then stepped back beside Qian Jin: "I repeat, I am not one to stir up trouble."

Fen Tu Kuang Ge nodded helplessly: "You are not one to stir up trouble, but I am one who cannot tolerate insults."

"What?" Pan Mengcheng’s thick eyebrows furrowed in curiosity: "You really want to fight me?"

"Yes! We should fight!" Fen Tu Kuang Ge stepped forward. The moment their auras met, they instantly intertwined and twisted together: "But, it won't be just me fighting you alone, rather..."

Fen Tu Kuang Ge swept his gaze over the other nine Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors, his tone suddenly rising: "Me, alone, fighting all ten of you!"

One man against ten of them!

The expressions of the ten haughty Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors froze simultaneously. Their eyebrows snapped together in the center of their foreheads as they curiously sized up Fen Tu Kuang Ge. They suspected that this common warrior from the Fen Tu Clan had suffered such a shock that he had uttered such an utterly senseless statement.

Several Presidents also stared curiously at Fen Tu Kuang Ge. When contending with the upper echelons of the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Clans, losing without too much disgrace was considered a near-perfect outcome.

One against ten? This must be the utterance of someone driven mad by anger, driven foolish, someone brainless! Although the declaration rang out with spirit that soared to the stars, the cruel reality made that soaring spirit seem utterly ridiculous and comical, completely draining away the initial fervor.

"You, one person, against ten of us?" Pan Mengcheng looked extremely serious, lightly waggling his right index finger side to side: "If we switched places, me against ten of you, that might be plausible. You, one against ten of us? Please do not insult warriors!"

"Fighting ten?" Pan Hongji’s voice seemed to reach a high pitch: "What do you take our noble Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors for?"

The complexions of several Nine-Headed Serpent warriors instantly darkened. Being looked down upon to such an extent in front of their Patriarch meant that even a young warrior from the Fen Tu Clan deserved a serious lesson.

"Fighting ten is unnecessary! Young warrior of the Fen Tu Clan, today I will let you understand how powerful the noble Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors truly are!" Pan Mengcheng took a step forward, his Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Battle Body instantly erupting. The black Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Hun soared into the sky, descending upon the mortal world like a demonic beast from the apocalypse.

A top-tier Dou Hun! The Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Battle Body! Just one step away from entering the Saint realm! The faces of several Warrior Guild Presidents changed simultaneously. Such a mighty aura, such an overbearing presence! Common warriors who had yet to condense their Dou Huns would probably vomit blood just from sensing this pressure! They truly lived up to being the elites Pan Hongji specially brought out!

Elites! Only true elites had the capital for such pride!

As it happened, these ten young Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors were already considered the elite of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Clan's younger generation. They possessed ample grounds for pride, not just among their peers, but even when facing many older warriors.

The Guild Presidents exchanged glances. If they encountered such an opponent, what were their chances of victory? Two-tenths? One-tenth?

The Guild Presidents were veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses on the Human-Demon Battlefield, possessing rich combat experience. For a moment, even they couldn't gauge their chances of avoiding defeat.

The nine young Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors watched Pan Mengcheng with proud eyes. This was the elite warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Clan!

As his aura rose, Pan Mengcheng's Dou Qi surged beneath his feet, scattering the dust on the ground completely. His body remained motionless, resembling a celestial deity.

The older Presidents couldn't help but exclaim their praise. The Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline was renowned for its unpredictability, and this domineering royal bearing was one aspect of it. Pan Mengcheng displayed this commanding aura perfectly from the moment he made his move.

Pan Hongji’s eyelids twitched twice. This younger generation had grown considerably stronger since he last saw them.

"The spirit and honor of the Fen Tu Clan are worthy of respect, but some realities still need to be faced clearly."

Pan Mengshen stood with his hands behind his back, his waist rigid as a mountain. The Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Hun coiled around his body, truly manifesting a majestic air of serpent dominance over the world. His measured words were slow and heavy, carrying the tone of a high-ranking expert instructing a lower-level warrior.

His not-loud voice struck the ears of every warrior present like heavy iron hitting the ground, creating an indescribable sense of conviction, as if every word were spoken by the God of Truth.

Pan Mengcheng had decided to strike, intending not just to win, but to win beautifully and decisively. His seemingly simple words were filled with sharp intent, aiming to shatter Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s spiritual world right at the start of the engagement, achieving a high-level victory before the battle even began.

"A warrior is a warrior. If you don't understand this basic fact, how can you call yourself a warrior? You think you are a genius, but you are already twenty-four or twenty-five, aren't you? Such strength makes you a talent, but a genius? Far from it, far from it! Duan Feng Bu Er standing beside you is already beyond the Half-Saint level."

Fen Tu Kuang Ge gazed at the ground, his golden eyelashes fluttering slightly, exuding an air of mature grandeur. His casual warrior attire made him resemble the boundless, ancient, desolate sands of the great wilderness—bleak, old, mature. Looking at him, one felt they might plunge deeply into the endless, desolate chaos that buried high mountains and drowned great rivers.

"I am younger than you, but that doesn't mean I am weaker than you. At my age, I possess a brighter, infinitely greater future. When I reach your current age, perhaps a single finger will be enough to crush you."

Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s voice was deep but not forcefully sharp; it carried a hint of sighing, instantly dissolving the imposing aura Pan Mengcheng had previously built up.

Pan Mengcheng’s eyebrows twitched, showing an inclination to speak.

Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s voice, like that of a life mentor, descended like a divine word piercing the stars: "You cannot bear it. You cannot bear the honor of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors."

These three declarations of "You cannot bear it" made the bodies of the nine Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors tremble simultaneously, as if they were suddenly transported to the vast, ancient wilderness, hearing that mysterious voice borne on the storm.

Pan Mengcheng’s eyebrows shot straight up. His power, already at its peak, increased by another fraction under the surge of anger. The Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Hun roared toward the sky, and he lifted his leg, executing the Nine-Headed Serpent's 'Sky Swallowing' movement technique toward Fen Tu Kuang Ge. His five fingers spread wide like a serpent’s fangs lunging for the throat.

With this movement, the air around them hissed and spat, as if hundreds of poisonous snakes had mobilized to hunt. Dou Qi rampaged within his body—the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Dou Skill: Venom Fang!

The strongest points of a venomous snake are constriction and the venomous bite. These are the basics of the viper, and also its greatest strengths!

Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s eyes twitched slightly. Facing his opponent, his sensory capabilities amplified manifold: battle intent, aura, technique! All perfectly merged into this Venom Fang strike! It was like a giant python descending from the heavens, intent on swallowing the earth, locking tightly onto the throat with an icy chill that seeped into the bone!

In that instant, Fen Tu Kuang Ge sensed that Pan Mengcheng’s strength was indeed overbearing. This Venom Fang attack was no mere spar; a direct hit would break at least three bones!

"Today, I will prove it for the Fen Tu Clan! Brother! Let everyone know the might of our combined strength! It is enough to forge new legends!"

Fen Tu Kuang Ge roared, unleashing his two ferocious Battle Souls. Great True Gold Dou Qi permeated his entire body, turning him into a statue of pure gold. The Dou Qi itself emitted the ringing clang of metal, and his skin seemed coated in golden lacquer. The Fen Tu Kuang Xiao Dou Hun stood vividly behind him like his guardian spirit, glaring furiously at the roaring Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Hun.

The incomparably majestic World-Shaking Gold Hammer Dou Skill smashed fiercely toward Pan Mengcheng’s five-fingered Venom Fang. The sharp, heaven-swallowing momentum was instantly suppressed, as if this single hammer blow had smashed a hole in the sky! Great True Gold Dou Qi—Saint-level Dou Qi naturally possessed Saint-level Dou Skills!

Pan Mengcheng realized it was too late to retreat. He gritted his teeth, retracted his fingers into a fist, and slammed it against Fen Tu Kuang Ge's World-Shaking Gold Hammer Dou Skill.

This change of move was venomous and needle-sharp, aimed directly at the center of Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s fist.

Rumble...

Dou Qi collided, fist met fist. Pan Mengcheng fully experienced Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s ferocity.

As the fists met and Dou Qi scattered, his knuckles felt as if they were striking a block of iron against a child's fist. The painful impact traveled directly through his arm bone, a punch powerful enough to shake the stars!

In that moment, Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s offensive momentum seemed to pass through an unguarded realm. Everywhere his golden-glowing fist passed, defenses crumbled inch by inch. The fist contained a power more terrifying than that of a demon.

What surprised Pan Mengcheng even more was that Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s punch seemed to control all the airflow on the scene; the surrounding air appeared to be sucked onto his fist. He felt as if he were trapped in a vacuum, even... feeling a sensation of suffocation.

This feeling... this feeling he had only ever encountered when facing Pan Hongji!

The power erupting from Fen Tu Kuang Ge's single punch made nature itself seem to warp and twist. The surrounding air threatened to solidify into a metal kingdom!

Evasion was impossible? He could only meet it head-on again!

Pan Mengcheng instantly forgot everything; his eyes saw only this incoming fist. He crossed his arms and raised them upward, as if two pythons were coiling together, reaching for the stars! He wildly blocked Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s path of attack.

The instant the fists met the arms, Pan Mengcheng felt as if he had slammed into an iron pillar forged from a Saint artifact. His body completely lost control. His feet, firmly planted on the ground, felt on the verge of lifting off. He scraped the ground with his toes, leaving two long marks behind him, much like the trail left by a meteor crashing into the earth as it skidded along the surface.

The soles of his rubber-bottomed shoes emitted a scorching smell upon friction, and the soles were completely worn through in an instant!

Fen Tu Kuang Ge’s punch landed, remaining motionless. He suddenly clenched his five fingers, and the powerful Dou Qi condensed into form, erupting from his fist as a pillar of golden Dou Qi! Dou Qi Manifestation!

Dou Qi Manifestation was usually effective only against weaker enemies, or it required incredibly high-level Dou Skills to possess true lethal power!

Pan Mengcheng’s pupils contracted rapidly, and his scalp tingled uncontrollably. He instinctively sensed the terrifying lethality. The externalized Dou Qi had not even touched his skin, yet his skin was already experiencing a cutting pain, as if sliced by a blade!

A shrill serpent cry erupted from within Pan Mengcheng. The Eye of Ten Thousand Releases appeared in his pupils as he tried to find a flaw in the incoming punch. He summoned a snake-shaped longsword and swept it through the air against the externalized Dou Qi, repeatedly slashing. Instantly, nine golden serpent rays materialized, tearing at the flying externalized Dou Qi.

Hiss...

As the Dou Qi was torn to shreds, Fen Tu Kuang Ge ceased all further attacks, simply observing Pan Mengcheng, who was disheveled, his lips streaked with blood, and red fluid oozing from both palms.

The beginning and end of the battle were completed in an instant. Most of the onlookers hadn't even fully immersed themselves in the action before realizing the fight was over.

The numerous Branch Presidents, and the nine young Nine-Headed Serpent Warriors, all stared blankly at the defeated Pan Mengcheng.

What? What? How is this possible?

The same question arose in almost everyone’s mind. The elite young Bloodline Warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent had been defeated by a common warrior younger than him?

That Dou Hun just now? How could he have Dual Battle Souls?

One strike! The most terrifying part was that it only took a single strike! Pan Mengcheng, whom even a Half-Saint could not easily suppress, couldn't even properly withstand one hit from Fen Tu Kuang Ge.

Pan Mengcheng stared dumbly at the battle weapon, the Serpent Sword, in his hand. If he hadn't activated his weapon at the critical moment, that externalized Dou Qi would have severely wounded him. It was truly lethal externalized Dou Qi!

Pan Hongji’s eyebrows twitched repeatedly. He knew Fen Tu Kuang Ge possessed Dual Battle Souls, and he knew he could defeat Pan Mengcheng, but he never expected the fight to conclude in a single blow!

Moreover! Fen Tu Kuang Ge hadn't used his full power! Every warrior present could see that the composed Fen Tu Kuang Ge had held back significantly in that punch. Otherwise, Pan Mengcheng would likely be lying down instead of standing there.

One strike, and he was defeated!

The faces of the young Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors burned with indescribable heat. None of them had expected such an outcome—to be knocked down by a single punch from a younger common warrior.

"Oh? Is this the younger generation of our Nine-Headed Serpent Clan?" Pan Hongji crossed his arms over his chest. "This is how you guard the glory of the Pan family? If I die one day, will the Pan family drop out of the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Clans?"

His harsh, stinging words caused the faces of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors to flush crimson. They had entered the courtyard with such arrogance, their eyes seeing nothing worthy of attention except Pan Hongji and the stars. Yet, they had been defeated by a youth from the Fen Tu Clan.

"You are warriors; your objective is victory. What? You see a powerful opponent and don't even have the confidence to make a move?" Pan Hongji said lightly. "On the battlefield, there's no such thing as one-on-one. If you want to protect the Pan family's honor, don't be so arrogant there! If one-on-one won't work, then go two at once, three... even all ten of you against him!"

Fen Tu Kuangge spread his massive hand: "Come on! I said I could take on ten of you."

The young Hydra bloodline warriors exchanged embarrassed glances. Even facing two at once was humiliating enough, but they knew that even two couldn't defeat Fen Tu Kuangge.

Could it be? Did they really have to go ten against one? The faces of the Hydra bloodline warriors grew even gloomier. If this news spread, the honor and reputation of the entire Hydra bloodline warrior family...

"Since you won't strike first, I will," Fen Tu Kuangge shifted his body slightly, and a formidable surge of Battle Qi erupted from him. In an instant, a person identical to him stood beside him.

One person quickly became two, and two rapidly became four!

Thousand Army! The Thousand Army Battle Skill, guided by Qian Jin, once again erupted from Fen Tu Kuangge's hands, causing the expressions of the Hydra bloodline warriors and the guild leaders of the ordinary warriors to change drastically.

Pan Hongji, with his arms crossed over his chest, couldn't help but part his lips, his eyes wide: "Incredible! What kind of Battle Skill is this? If it weren't for the Myriad Solution Eye, I wouldn't even be able to tell which one is the real body."

Several Hydra bloodline warriors looked even more distressed. Three of them possessed the Myriad Solution Eye, yet even using it, these young Hydra bloodline warriors could not discern the true body of Fen Tu Kuangge.

This method of concealment was like the most elite assassin hiding among countless others, poised to strike that fatal blow at any moment.

"Kid..." Pan Hongji’s eyes shone with excitement as he nudged Duan Fengbuer beside him with his elbow and spoke quietly: "Can you do this?"

"Of course," Duan Fengbuer pouted. "I can split into six! Qian Jin said that when mastered to its peak, this technique can produce over a thousand projections, so this Battle Skill is called Thousand Army."

"Thousand Army." Pan Hongji savored the name of the Battle Skill, nodding repeatedly: "A magnificent Battle Skill, truly magnificent! It must be Saint-level."

"Naturally," Duan Fengbuer replied without even lifting his eyelids. "My comrade doesn't just have this one Saint-level Battle Skill. We've all learned quite a few. So, Lord Serpent Emperor, stop thinking about recruiting me back with the Hydra bloodline family's Battle Skills. Saint-level Battle Skills like this..."

Duan Fengbuer shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. "I really don't lack them now. The only worry is not having enough time to practice them all. That's what troubles me—there are too many Saint-level Battle Skills."

Pan Hongji looked at Duan Fengbuer's smug demeanor and felt even more affection for him, simultaneously believing that the previous generation’s decision to exile Duan Fengbuer's mother had been a huge, colossal mistake.

"We can exchange," Pan Hongji said with a smile as he looked at Duan Fengbuer. "Only Hydra bloodline warriors can bring the Hydra bloodline Battle Skills to their utmost potential; mutual stimulation will make awakening power easier."

"This..." Duan Fengbuer shook his head like a rattle drum. "The Battle Skills belong to my comrades. I only have the qualification to learn them, not the right to exchange them externally."

"Qian Jin?" Pan Hongji smiled. "Then that’s easy to talk about! I'll go negotiate with Qian Jin; he will surely agree. How could he refuse an opportunity to improve his friends' strength?"

While Pan Hongji was speaking, Fen Tu Kuangge had already launched his offensive. The four projections, along with the main body, moved simultaneously, each stepping with the Free Battle Skill footwork. In an instant, it was as if five Golden Armored Heavenly Gods had suddenly appeared; the ground trembled with every step, seeming as if they could stomp a hole right through the earth.

"We'll risk it all!" Pan Mengcheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit surging continuously. He attacked first, ahead of everyone else.

Bang! The instant fist met foot, Pan Mengshen was once again forced to retreat incessantly: "This one is real..."

Before his words could even finish, those fighting the other Fen Tu Kuangges also began staggering backward, shouting that their opponent was the real one.

Five individuals, one strike each! They repelled five Hydra bloodline warriors!

At this moment, Fen Tu Kuangge established a truly invincible image in the minds of the Hydra bloodline warriors. All five were not illusions; every single one possessed formidable combat power!

"Five Extremes Merge into One! The Battle Momentum is Unstoppable!"

Fen Tu Kuangge took a step forward, and the four projections from Thousand Army instantly merged back into his main body. His strength did not spike explosively, but his aura rose relentlessly. He brought down a palm strike from mid-air, and the potent externalized Battle Qi directly blasted Pan Mengcheng away!

One against ten! Fen Tu Kuangge no longer held anything back. His movements were grand and sweeping, like a metallic giant. Every palm strike brought down from the air was incomparably fierce and magnificent, forcing the elites of the Hydra bloodline warrior family into a desperate defense.

"Kuangge, just teach them a slight lesson will suffice."

Duan Fengbuer spoke while stepping into the battlefield. The Hydra Bloodline Battle Body manifested on him. As soon as the gigantic Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Soul appeared, the other Hydra bloodline Battle Souls looked incredibly small in comparison.

A difference in aura! Duan Fengbuer's Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Soul resembled a king forged through life-and-death trials in the desert, while the other Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Souls appeared far more childish and insignificant.

Nine Shadows Emerge Together! Duan Fengbuer's Battle Soul erupted, and the virtual image of the Nine-Headed Serpent seemed to materialize into true substance, rising from his body—Nine Shadows Emerge Together! The potential of the Heavenly Extreme Awakening!

Pan Hongji watched the near-solid Nine Shadows Emerge Together behind Duan Fengbuer with excited fervor. He stepped beside Qian Jin and murmured quietly: "How can I get this boy to return to my Pan family? I know you must have a way."

"His mother?"

"We brought her back to the Pan family long ago. She lives the most privileged and powerful life."

"His father?"

"He's currently serving his mother at home."

"His... the entire network of relationships around him, I've already smoothed everything out."

"This..." Qian Jin shook his head. "Even I have no solution."

Pan Hongji sighed, his brows furrowed together, revealing an expression of refusal to yield. "I refuse to believe it! I, Pan Hongji, can accomplish anything—I can't handle getting this young man back to my Pan family!"

Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders. "Then I wish the Serpent Emperor good luck."

"Stop playing games with me," Pan Hongji clapped Qian Jin on the back. "You need to think of a solution for me too."

"I'll try my best, I'll try my best." Qian Jin nodded repeatedly. His interactions with the Serpent Emperor these past few days had genuinely convinced him that the man had a good character—not only was he kind to him, but he also treated ordinary warriors well, and he was offering the greatest compensation to Duan Fengbuer's mother.

Although, in this world, no compensation could ever truly remedy the past harm, at least he showed this stance—a stance of wanting to compensate fully. That was enough, it was all enough!

If Qian Zhanxuan could be like Pan Hongji? A tiny speculation flashed through Qian Jin's mind, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards. Perhaps he truly would return to the Qian family for the sake of his father.

However... Qian Jin looked up at the sky. All of this was impossible! Qian Zhanxuan's domineering rigidity would never compromise with anyone! In his eyes, there was only obedience: Bloodline warriors must obey him; ordinary people must obey the bloodline warriors and exist only to serve them!

Qian Jin understood Qian Zhanxuan's persistence. Without such a strict system, the Qian family might not be as prosperous as it is today; the Qian family might have long since scattered like loose sand.

Understanding, but not agreeing! Qian Jin sighed again. This was about position. He could understand Qian Zhanxuan's ideology, but he would absolutely never endorse it, because their standpoints were inherently opposed.

Rumble! The ground of the entire courtyard shook violently, and cracks even began to appear on the surface of the earth.

Smoke and dust enveloped the battlefield between Duan Fengbuer and Fen Tu Kuangge. Pan Hongji waved his hand, sweeping the dust away, revealing the state of both sides.

The earth beneath their feet had collapsed on both sides. Fen Tu Kuangge had absorbed both his Battle Souls, his entire body emitting a luster as if coated in metallic paint, his Battle Qi swirling around him as if trying to condense into metal.

Duan Fengbuer was in the form of the Hydra Bloodline Battle Body. His eyes, which could hardly be called Myriad Solution Eyes, stared at Fen Tu Kuangge, who now possessed dual Battle Souls. The Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Soul coiled and soared outside his body, occasionally spewing magical elements or unleashing fierce Battle Qi.

"I never expected this! Kuangge, you've actually become this powerful." Duan Fengbuer withdrew his Bloodline Battle Body. "Dual Battle Souls! That's interesting, truly interesting."

"Yet I still didn't defeat you," Fen Tu Kuangge stared at Duan Fengbuer in surprise. This Hydra bloodline warrior had also not reached Sainthood, yet he was far, far stronger than those ten Hydra bloodline warriors.

"Great True Gold Battle Qi, truly..." Duan Fengbuer shook his slightly aching fist. "It's tough!"

Fen Tu Kuangge smiled but said nothing. After all, that was just the two of them sparring briefly, testing each other's limits; it didn't reveal any fundamental issues. Duan Fengbuer hadn't used his trump cards either.

"How about you lot?" Pan Hongji dropped his previous affability, the stern authority of a family head and elder emerging on his face as he looked at the dejected Hydra bloodline warriors. "Confidence and foolish arrogance are different things. Elite warriors? Now you know the gap between you?"

The ten young Hydra bloodline warriors merely buried their heads lower. Not one retained the proud look they possessed when they first arrived. Mu Nu Zhen Ce sneered from the side. The Serpent Emperor was truly adept at utilizing anyone conveniently. Were Duan Fengbuer and Kuangge just normal elite warriors?

Countless life-and-death battles, continuous insights, and relentless hard training—that was what earned them their current strength. Who could know the suffering endured and the risks taken behind the scenes?

Even for these elites who had seen the Human-Demon Battlefield, their experiences could not compare to those of Bu'er and Kuangge.

Of course, in many aspects, there was no comparison! Just that one training artifact, the Gravity Magic Device, was enough to quickly separate them from others.

:I forgot to update a few days ago, although I made up for it yesterday with three chapters, I still felt it wasn't enough, so today I'll release three chapters combined. I think this flows better when read.