Six-Seven-Six: A Confluence of Powerhouses, The Duel Begins Three-in-One

With a powerful stride, Isael lifted into the air, dragon wings unfurling behind him, descending like a hawk on a rabbit, or perhaps a war dragon dispatched from the stars. The surge of Battle Qi erupted like a dragon's roar, enveloping his fists. The wedding guests gasped. This Isael was truly worthy of his genius Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Warrior status; to possess such might at so young an age? If he were of the same age as others, his strength might be even more terrifying, perhaps even capable of shaking the might of the Three Ultimate Bloodlines.

Qian Jin remained perfectly still. He flicked his wrist upward, and as his arm swept up, he punched toward the heavens, like a sudden, sky-piercing pillar. In that single motion, starlight seemed to scatter, as if he held the myriad stars in his grasp, or perhaps intended to draw the dragon warrior sent from the stars right back into the cosmos.

The colossal pillar of Battle Qi burst from Qian Jin’s fist, striking Isael’s Stellar Dragon Fist head-on. Isael, plummeting from above, paused momentarily in mid-air, then rocketed backward into the sky. Where the fists met, the Battle Qi exploded repeatedly like crashing thunder.

Bang! Isael slammed onto the ground, rolling over a dozen times before finally stopping his retreat. His Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Battle Form had vanished without anyone noticing when it disappeared.

One punch! No, not even one full punch! It was merely the projection of his Battle Qi, yet it sent Isael flying!

The venue fell silent, broken only by the sound of breathing. Everyone present had witnessed major confrontations before, but never had they seen—or imagined—that an ordinary warrior could possess such overwhelming strength, capable of utterly crushing Isael with a mere casual gesture.

Moreover, this clearly wasn't even a full-force blow; it was just a symbolic raising of the hand, and it had reduced the genius Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Warrior to this state?

Horweili’s bear-like eyes widened as he stared at Qian Jin, who seemed like a divine being. Setting aside the sheer strength, the realm and the aura he displayed at the moment of attack far surpassed that of many Saint Realm warriors! To think such an anomaly could arise from among the ordinary warriors?

Most of the guests were dumbfounded. They had heard rumors of Qian Jin slaying the Thunder Lion King Tianlian Lingguan and severely wounding the Saint Realm Jinzetianlu, but it was all hearsay until now.

The terrifying aura Isael possessed just moments ago was witnessed by everyone!

How could such a formidable young man be sent reeling by what seemed like a casual tap from Qian Jin? Could it be? Had Qian Jin also reached the Saint Realm? Otherwise, this vast disparity in power was simply inexplicable.

Isael sprang up from the ground with a powerful surge, his Bloodline Battle Form instantly restored, displaying an utter lack of fear regarding the defeat. He prepared to advance again, only to see Qian Jin launch a punch exuding an overwhelming, spontaneous force. Rolling Battle Qi surged like roaring tidal waves, instantly engulfing both his momentum and his body.

Danger! A thought flashed through Isael’s mind. He crossed his arms across his chest, only to be launched high into the air. His warrior uniform instantly appeared as if slashed by hundreds of battle blades, leaving streaks of blood across his skin, some wounds deep enough to expose bone.

He blocked the full force of the Battle Qi strike! Within that single attack, Qian Jin had subtly woven in the 'Severing Slash of Joint Separation' from his Iron Mantis Bloodline. If he hadn't deliberately held back, dismembering the young man on the spot would have been effortless.

The more powerful one became, especially without reaching the Saint Realm, the greater the sense of enlightenment and strength gained from perceiving another’s Saint Realm ascent. Qian Jin himself felt a strange uncertainty about the true extent of his own power.

“Damn it! Qian Jin, easy, easy! Are you really trying to kill my nephew?” Isabella strode to Qian Jin’s side and abruptly twisted his ear...

Everyone’s eyes nearly bulged out... This was truly the 'Female Tyrant'!

Qian Jin could only offer a wry smile. This Headmistress 'Female Tyrant' was not only good to her juniors but also quite affectionate toward him. On the frontier, she nearly clashed with Qian Xuanhuo over him; what was a little ear-twisting in public compared to that?

Isael, his Bloodline Battle Form dispersed again from the blow, shook his head violently and roared as he reactivated his Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Battle Form: “Come on! Again!”

Covered in blood, Isael looked like a small, blood-soaked god of war eager for battle, showing no signs of discouragement from the severe beating. It seemed encountering a stronger opponent only excited him more.

“Alright, little one, enough fighting,” Pan Hongji stepped between Qian Jin and Isael, speaking calmly. “Qian Jin’s current strength is undoubtedly the strongest beneath the Saint Realm. Not just now, but even if we gathered every individual who was the strongest beneath the Saint Realm throughout the history of the Human, Demon, and Barbarian tribes, he would still stand alone.”

Many of the onlookers recognized Pan Hongji. After a few seconds of silence, a wave of murmurs erupted. To have one’s strength recognized by the Serpent Emperor, Pan Hongji...

Those who didn't know Pan Hongji began discreetly inquiring about the background of this imposing-looking figure.

When the identity of the speaker was revealed, the expressions of the crowd underwent a dramatic shift.

“Old man, you are...”

Thump...

Isael’s lower abdomen was bent into a shrimp shape, and he flew backward, colliding with a guest just entering the main door and knocking him clear outside.

Isabella retracted the kick she landed squarely on Isael’s abdomen, put her hands on her hips, and declaredly, “Little thing! This is His Excellency, the Serpent Emperor. Are you courting death?”

“The Serpent Emperor? Pan Hongji?”

Isael knelt halfway, bent over, staring blankly at the smiling Pan Hongji. Was this the legendary superhuman, the Serpent Emperor?

“Kid, you don't have to be so unconvinced by Qian Jin. Let me put it this way...” Pan Hongji pointed to himself. “If I suppressed my strength to below the Saint Realm, it would still be a very difficult fight for me to win against Qian Jin.”

This statement immediately escalated the atmosphere among some of the high-ranking guests to near chaos. The Serpent Emperor, Pan Hongji himself, admitted that suppressing his power below the Saint Realm made defeating Qian Jin difficult?

Isabella walked over to Isael, grabbed him by the ear, pulled him to his feet, and marched him toward Qian Jin. “You think you’re a genius every day, think you’re amazing and powerful. Do you know now? I brought you here not to show off how great you are, but to follow my student, Qian Jin, and learn what a true warrior is.”

“I learn from him...?”

“What? Unconvinced?” Isabella glared fiercely at Isael. “From this moment forward, you follow him! Only when Qian Jin says you are ready will you return to your family or attend any academy.”

Isael froze. His aunt always told him to strive to become stronger so she could personally guide him at the academy. Why did it turn into following this Qian Jin today...?

Isael scrutinized Qian Jin again, letting out a weary sigh. “He is indeed much stronger than me, worthy of my study.”

Many onlookers frowned, thinking Isabella was usually quite shrewd, but questioned the wisdom of this move. While it might foster goodwill with the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline family, this could genuinely harm a talented bloodline warrior. It didn't seem like a guaranteed profitable investment.

Isabella rolled her eyes, casting a contemptuous look over the crowd. These nobodies had no idea how beneficial being near Qian Jin was. Getting him attached to Qian Jin now was exactly what many truly discerning, well-informed great families desperately wished for.

“And you few!” Isabella turned to the several young Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline warriors who accompanied Isael. “Haven’t you paid respects to your Teacher Qian Jin?”

The reputation of the 'Female Tyrant' was already widespread, but within the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline family, it was absolutely infamous. Even the clan leaders preferred not to provoke this young, talented female bloodline warrior. Since the younger generation's bloodline warriors looked up to Isael as their leader, and their leader had just been disciplined by the Female Tyrant, they dared not resist. Having served on the Human-Demon battlefields, each having slain countless lesser demon warriors—they were considered ferocious warriors by others—they now stood docilely before Qian Jin, like newborn rabbits.

“Teacher Qian Jin, greetings...”

The Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline warriors lined up and bowed in unison, looking exactly like primary school students on their first day.

“Dean Isabella, I can teach too! I love teaching people!” Duan Feng’er pointed to his chest. “Let these boys call me teacher too.”

Isabella smiled sweetly at Duan Feng’er. “Are you sure?”

Duan Feng’er’s heart fluttered under Isabella’s gaze, and he quickly shook his head. “Forget it, I brought ten trash warriors with me; bringing these would just be too tiring.”

The ten talented Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline warriors were called trash. They could only sigh, unable to say more. Duan Feng’er’s might seemed barely inferior to Qian Jin’s. Despite their own significant improvements, they still weren't enough for Duan Feng’er to fight.

Trash? Horweili glanced at Pan Mengcheng nearby. That young man was one of the genius bloodline warriors of the Pan family! Yet, being called trash, he showed no sign of anger?

“Li Ba of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Family...”

Li Ba!

The turbulent venue instantly fell silent. Even Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji’s expression shifted slightly. The Li family had sent not their patriarch, but Li Ba—the man who publicly claimed he was waiting to die but was secretly preparing to drag the current Great Demon King down with him—had appeared!

Li Ba, the oldest living bloodline warrior of this era! Whether one was a warrior or not, everyone knew that name. As the last of the old bloodline warriors, he commanded infinite reverence and respect.

The crowd’s gazes swiveled toward the entrance. Even the warrior who usually just shouted greetings to any guest was now running rapidly and solemnly into the courtyard, stopping before Qian Jin. “Guild Master Qian Jin, Li Ba of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Family...”

Qian Jin nodded, his expression turning serious and thoughtful, a hint of surprise in his brow. He was somewhat taken aback that his wedding could draw the attention of this aged dragon-level bloodline warrior. His arrival was no less significant than the Emperor himself gracing the event.

And the most important point: this old Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warrior hadn't delayed his arrival, unlike many great patriarchs trying to showcase their importance.

He arrived quite early! He could still catch lunch here.

“Oh! Patriarch Li, old friend...” The Serpent Emperor rushed out to the entrance ahead of Qian Jin, beaming. “Why have you come? Come, come, let me introduce you. This is Qian Jin, who is getting married today. He is also the Chief Guild Master of several major guilds!”

Pan Hongji enthusiastically took Li Ba’s hand and led him toward Qian Jin, instantly smoothing over Qian Jin’s difficulty in knowing how to properly host such an established powerhouse.

Li Ba showed no sign of dominance. His thin frame held a certain resonance of a battle blade; to the ordinary eye, it felt sharp enough to prick the sight.

Qian Jin carefully observed Li Ba’s physique. This was a weapon aura cultivated from years spent closely with blades. It was a pity, though... while this blade aura was piercing to others, it felt somewhat weaker compared to Uncle Enlake.

“Qian Jin, I have heard your name, young man,” Li Ba also observed Qian Jin, nodding repeatedly. “These past few days, yours has been the name I’ve heard the most.”

Qian Jin’s emotions settled. Li Ba’s reputation was indeed immense; in the Human, Demon, and Barbarian tribes today, there was no one who didn't know his name.

But no matter how famous Li Ba was, compared to the teachers from the Boundless World...

Thinking of his teachers from the Boundless World, Qian Jin’s emotions completely calmed.

“Patriarch Li, I have heard your name since I was a child, hearing it every day.”

Li Ba smiled faintly. He had heard such words countless times, and even coming from Qian Jin today, it held no special weight.

“I arrived in haste today and brought no gifts to offer congratulations,” Li Ba’s placid smile held an indescribable confidence. “Fortunately, this old face still carries some use; consider it my congratulation to you.”

Li Ba shifted his body slightly to the side, and Qian Jin’s gaze fell upon the courtyard entrance. The body that withstood any aggressive assault suddenly shook!

At the rather grand entrance stood an old man dressed in very plain clothes, his hair snow-white, his back trying hard to stay straight but already bowed down by life, standing there with a gentle smile.

Almost everyone looked curiously toward the entrance, wondering what gift Li Ba had brought. Some even wanted to quickly step forward and usher this elder, who looked like he belonged to the lower strata of society, aside so he wouldn’t block the gift brought by Li Ba.

They had the thought, but no one dared to step forward and drive him away. Qian Jin’s wedding invitation was clear: anyone was welcome, regardless of status; any arrival showed respect to the Warrior General Union. To drive someone away now would be slapping Qian Jin and the Warrior General Union in the face. However, the anxious feeling urged them to either usher the elder inside quickly or make him leave.

Qian Jin stared blankly at the familiar figure: Father!

That familiar figure, burdened by life, the image hidden deepest in his heart—it was no longer Hai Qing’er, but his father.

A father’s love is like a mountain; a father’s love is profound!

Qian Cheng stood at the doorway, smiling at Qian Jin. The astonished stares, the curious gazes, even the looks of disdain from all around—they didn't matter. None of it mattered!

Qian Cheng smiled with profound satisfaction, his eyes filled with pride. His arms, not particularly robust, slowly opened to his sides, making a gesture for Qian Jin to come and embrace him.

What could be more gratifying than seeing one's son achieve success?

Nothing! Nothing! Qian Cheng smiled proudly; his life had been worthwhile!

Most people looked at Qian Cheng in confusion. What was this? Standing there with arms spread? What did it mean?

Under the bewildered gaze of the crowd, Qian Jin strode toward Qian Cheng. No Battle Qi, no Battle Soul, running with the purest, most straightforward strength, running toward a pair of arms that seemed unremarkable to others but were vast enough to contain the stars.

Thud!

His knees, capable of shattering even Soldier-rank equipment, knees that refused to bend under any immense pressure, now buckled heavily onto the flagstones of the ground. His unyielding iron spine, which wouldn't yield even before Qian Xuanhuo, bent low.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three resounding kowtows. Qian Jin slowly raised his head under the stunned watch of the crowd. “Dad...”

Dad? This... was Qian Jin’s father?

Everyone was stunned. This was the Qian Jin rumored to have rebelled against the Qian family and opposed Qian Xuanhuo? They never imagined he would be such an ordinary person.

Those who had moments ago wanted to drive the man away, or even beat him with sticks, were now secretly relieved they hadn't acted rashly. Given Qian Jin’s rumored devotion to his father, he might have dismembered them on the spot.

The embrace—a simple embrace, yet overflowing with deep familial affection.

Compared to the opulent embraces, this one was incomparably simple, lacking any hint of gentlemanly grace. It was simply two bodies connecting.

In that instant, many felt the scene was almost dazzling; emotionally moved female guests even had their eyes instantly misted over as they watched Qian Jin carefully help Qian Cheng walk step by measured step, under everyone’s gaze, into the center of the venue.

Li Ba gently stroked his bright white beard and nodded repeatedly. His strategy had indeed been effective. According to rumors, Qian Jin was as hard as a Sacred Artifact, seemingly flawless with no weaknesses. But if one looked past these merits, one would find that many of his strengths were actually weaknesses.

Father, friends, lover.

These were Qian Jin’s fatal weak points! Though, they were also his inverse scales; touching them carelessly would only provoke him.

Sometimes, one didn't need to use another's weakness as leverage. Instead! One should follow the weakness... Li Ba smiled calmly. This was the wisdom of many years of life experience! Next, he needed to find time to persuade Qian Jin to comfortably remain a blacksmith, an alchemist, a mysterious potion master, and an inscription master.

Yes! Li Ba nodded secretly. If that happened, the Li family would become one of the greatest beneficiaries!

One of them... Li Ba savored the word 'one of' with a flicker of dissatisfaction. He could have been the greatest beneficiary, but this little snake, Pan Hongji, had leaped ahead of all the families, establishing a deep emotional foundation and an alliance with Qian Jin when he was still very weak.

Envy! Li Ba rarely envied others. Over the years, even the Emperor had treated him with deference due to his transcendent status, but now he couldn't help but envy Pan Hongji.

Li Ba’s eyes swept over the ten Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline warriors behind Duan Feng’er. Each exuded a very special foundation, a sort of underlying essence that absolutely couldn't be forged in a short time unless one had a truly unique fortuitous encounter.

Fortuitous encounters, for most people, were matters of luck, often requiring venturing into uncharted death zones for a rare chance.

Of course, for most, it simply meant immediate death, turning the potential opportunity into oblivion.

But Qian Jin, this young man, could allow others to create miracles without leaving home—as long as there was a Peak Battle Soul powerhouse present and enough materials, he could personally forge fortuitous encounters... No! He could personally create miracles!

It was no longer rare for ordinary warriors to reach the Saint Realm. At least, the mass ascension event a few days prior had announced the forceful rise of a top-tier Forgemaster!

Ascending through the awakening of Battle Soldiers rather than relying solely on bloodline power stirred the Yuan Qi across the world beneath the stars, leading nearby warriors to increase their strength as well.

This... this was even more terrifying than personally implanting a Battle Heart, a Golden Battle Heart! Especially for those Peak Battle Soul warriors who hadn't yet ascended, adding one or a few more purifications and sedimentations before the Saint Ascension would be beyond 'terrifying.'

This accumulated power would erupt completely at the moment of Saint Ascension! Li Ba pondered, sensing the gaze of gratitude cast by Qian Jin.

“Patriarch Li, I will never forget this help,” Qian Jin walked up to Li Ba and whispered, “I know that Soul Weapons, even Sacred Artifacts, cannot repay this debt. My father is more precious than any of those. In the future, if the Li family needs my help, I will certainly assist.”

Li Ba smiled and nodded, his gaze deliberately sweeping toward Pan Mengcheng and the others nearby.

Qian Jin caught Li Ba’s look. “If the Li family has suitable young people, it wouldn't be a bad thing for everyone to gather and exchange ideas. My Warrior General Union still has some spare rooms.”

“Then I won’t be polite,” Li Ba instantly beamed with happiness. The Li family not only intended to take the title of Newcomer King in the Newcomer King Tournament but also hoped to sweep up all the high-ranking positions!

Now, the appearance of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline warriors made sweeping up all the slots somewhat slim, but Li Ba still refused to give up on securing as many spots as possible.

While the title of Rookie King was paramount, the demonstration of comprehensive strength was equally vital, especially if that strength could overwhelm the combined might of the other two Ultimate Bloodline Warrior families—that was the most crucial aspect. Qian Jin smiled politely. With the continuous ascent of his personal strength and influence, the desire to extract his father from the Qian family grew ever more intense.

Yet, the more powerful he became, the more he recognized the terrifying might of Qian Zhanxuan, and the clearer it became why this tyrannical family head could wield such absolute dominance. This very dominance was predicated entirely on the formidable display of Qian Zhanxuan’s individual power! “Qian Jin!” A roar charged with killing intent instantly shattered the joyous wedding atmosphere, wiping it clean away.

Many attendees flinched, the hands holding their wine cups trembling slightly; a significant amount of wine sloshed over the rims, splashing onto the ground, as they stared at Jin Ze Tianlu, tall and powerfully built, clad head-to-toe in armor, standing at the entrance. “Do you still remember? The duel we agreed upon was set for today…” Jin Ze Tianlu strode into the courtyard, suffused with murderous aura, striding with such arrogant disdain that he seemed to ignore even the presence of Holwayli, the head of a powerful Bloodline Warrior family, as if he were invisible.

With every step he took, the flagstones beneath his feet instantly pulverized into dust, spraying outward at high velocity to either side. Li Ba frowned slightly, feeling a surge of dissatisfaction. He had personally appeared at this wedding, yet Jin Ze Tianlu was still behaving so aggressively and showing him such blatant disrespect?

Most of the guests retreated backward in droves; the outwardly projected killing intent emanating from Jin Ze Tianlu made them profoundly uncomfortable, as if something icy cold had settled upon their skin. “This is…” Qian Jin scrutinized Jin Ze Tianlu’s body. “A Holy Artifact is indeed a Holy Artifact.

Taking such a shortcut…” Qian Jin let out a couple of cold laughs. Wearing even one piece of such equipment carried severe side effects; wearing this many pieces assembled into a complete set, even a physique as resilient as that of an Undead being, could not endure it for long. However, the expressions of the onlookers shifted dramatically.

This set exuded a faint, distinct scent of Holy Artifacts. When had Jin Ze Tianlu become so wealthy? Li Ba’s brows twisted as tightly as a pretzel.

If this set of equipment were given to the Li family, it would instantly allow the Li family to field an overwhelmingly powerful expert! Where exactly did Jin Ze Tianlu acquire this gear? “Jin Ze Tianlu…” Li Ba’s voice finally resonated, imbued with a coercive displeasure.

“Elder Family Head Li.” Jin Ze Tianlu leveraged his height, looking down upon Li Ba’s stature. This complete set had bestowed upon him boundless strength and confidence. “You are here as well?

Then please serve as a witness. I presume you would not openly violate the laws of my True Strategy Dynasty, would you? Since Qian Jin accepted my challenge scroll…” “You want to fight?” Fen Tu Kuangge slowly emerged from the crowd.

His Soul-Spirit of One Body, Two Saints erupted directly from within him, causing Li Ba’s eyebrows to twitch uncontrollably. This was? One Body, Two Saints?

Li Ba surveyed Fen Tu Lang standing behind Fen Tu Kuangge, his eyes jumping again. When had the Fen Tu family spawned such a monstrous anomaly? Reaching the Saint realm at this age, even for a Bloodline Warrior, could be considered genius!

One Body, Two Saints! Even Bloodline Warrior families did not produce such freaks! Li Ba redirected his gaze back to Fen Tu Kuangge.

Although there was a significant gap in strength between an ordinary warrior and a Bloodline Warrior after achieving Sainthood, One Body, Two Saints made the outcome truly unpredictable! Unbelievable… truly unbelievable! Li Ba shook his head repeatedly.

He hadn't expected that the ordinary warriors, who usually didn't shine during the Rookie King competition, would now, even if they couldn't overshadow the Ultimate Bloodline Warriors, certainly cast a blinding glare this time. “Jin Ze Tianlu, it is inappropriate to commit murder on Qian Jin’s wedding day, so…” Fen Tu Kuangge spread both arms wide. His Great True Gold Battle Qi enveloped his entire body, instantly metalizing him to the level of a Soul Weapon.

His massive Great True Gold Battle Qi Soul-Spirit stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Fen Tu Kuangxiao’s Soul-Spirit, like two Dharma Protector Deities looking down upon Jin Ze Tianlu and the vast earth below. “You want to fight me? Very well!” Jin Ze Tianlu roared.

“Today, I will cripple you first! And then I will resume the power contest with Qian Jin that was left unfinished…” Duan Feng Buer held a long spear in his hand, materialized from nowhere—a Holy Artifact! A Holy Artifact!

Instantly, everyone’s gaze was drawn to the spear in Duan Feng Buer’s grasp. Jin Ze Tianlu merely offered a cold smile. “A useless snake who hasn't reached Sainthood, what good is a Holy Artifact to him?” “You say I haven’t reached Sainthood?” Duan Feng Buer spun the spear rapidly in his palm.

“For me, Duan Feng Buer, reaching Sainthood is a matter of minutes. Is this spear not qualified enough to help me ascend?” Li Ba’s lips and eyes twitched violently several times. Years of life experience and surprise allowed him to instantly judge that Duan Feng Buer’s words were not empty boasts; he genuinely dared to use a Holy Artifact to achieve Sainthood.

Consuming a Holy Artifact to reach Sainthood? Li Ba shifted his gaze to Snake Emperor Pan Hongji, feeling a reluctant sense of awe in his heart. That Snake Emperor really dared to attempt anything!

Giving a junior at the peak of the Soul-Spirit realm a Holy Artifact to ascend with? Did the Nine-Headed Serpent family acquire new Holy Artifacts? That was impossible!

Even if they did, how many could they possibly possess? Pan Hongji turned, offering a helpless, bitter smile as he shrugged his shoulders in response to Li Ba’s suspicious gaze. While he dared to do anything, using a Holy Artifact for a junior at the peak of the Soul-Spirit realm to ascend was an extravagance he truly couldn't afford!

Nowadays, the only ones who would dare to do such a thing were truly these youngsters like Qian Jin. Judging by their conduct since their debut, any matter, no matter how dangerous, if they decided they wanted to do it, they absolutely would. Going to the Qian family, slaying the Dark Guard, penetrating deep into the Demon Race territory, venturing repeatedly into the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea… Any one of these deeds alone demonstrated immense courage, but they had accomplished all of them.

This meant their courage was no longer merely great; it suggested there was nothing they wouldn't dare attempt! Indeed! Pan Hongji supported his chin with his hand.

These individuals might as well announce that each of them planned to marry a Demon Race wife, and they would probably go through with it. “Duan Feng Buer, you stand aside!” Fen Tu Kuangge, usually taciturn, spoke with an indescribable firmness for the first time: “Today is the opportunity for me, Fen Tu Kuangge, to make my name famous across the Human, Demon, and Savage races. Don’t come interfere.” “Fine…” Duan Feng Buer retracted the Holy Artifact and swaggered over to Qian Jin.

“Comrade, it’s not that I don’t want to fight. It’s just that this quiet fellow, Kuangge, is showing an unexpectedly fierce spirit today; I can’t compete with that intensity.” “Fighting them one by one is simply too troublesome!” Jin Ze Tianlu pointed a finger at both Qian Jin and Fen Tu Kuangge. “Why don’t you two come at me together!” Come at him together?

Hearing this, Qian Jin immediately laughed. What familiar words! Usually, it was one of the people in his own group who said that.

He never expected someone would dare to say it to them. “Are you certain you want us both to attack?” Qian Jin’s voice was calm as he extended his hand toward Duan Feng Buer, Mu Ne Zhen Ce, Chek Follyt, and Fen Tu Kuangge. “I need to borrow your Holy Artifacts.” Li Ba instantly felt his scalp tingle.

What did that mean? Did these youngsters each possess a Holy Artifact? One?

Not just one! Qian Jin accepted the Holy Artifacts one by one from the hands of his companions, then began equipping them onto his body. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a warrior encased in Holy Artifacts.

On one side, a warrior wearing a set of pseudo-Holy Artifacts; on the other, a warrior draped in genuine Holy Artifacts. The confrontation was rapidly devolving into a battle of opulence. Li Ba had witnessed countless grand scenes in his long life, even wearing a Holy Artifact set himself, yet seeing the sheer quantity of Holy Artifacts Qian Jin produced made his heart pound uncontrollably.

This was utterly staggering. The arrogant, domineering expression on Jin Ze Tianlu’s face finally underwent a change. What Qian Jin held was clearly not just a single Holy Artifact!

“There has always been a saying in the warrior world: a warrior who has not reached Sainthood can never defeat a warrior who has.” Qian Jin took a step forward. “Today, on my wedding day, I shall shatter this so-called ironclad rule and truth!” The words were still echoing through the wedding hall when Qian Jin took a massive stride. Gripping the rear shaft of his great spear, he lunged forward like an unleashed divine dragon.

The powerful elasticity of the Holy Artifact vibrated, releasing thousands of interlocking sounds. The piercing sonic boom forced the crowd to stagger backward, as the spear thrust directly toward Jin Ze Tianlu, who held what looked like a King’s Sword. Direct, simple, straightforward, and decisive—a thrust capable of tearing apart the firmament.

It shot forth like lightning, instantly locking onto Jin Ze Tianlu’s body. No tricks, no concealment! The air before the spear tip violently exploded and collapsed.

Space itself seemed on the verge of being utterly crushed and flattened. All Battle Qi burst forth simultaneously, carrying a sharp, piercing brilliance, arriving before Jin Ze Tianlu and tearing through the aura of the Saint-level expert. “A non-Saint attempting to kill me?” Jin Ze Tianlu did not retreat but advanced, a cold, contemptuous sneer erupting across his face like a god descending.

He raised his sword, unleashing boundless gray airflow—desolate, chilling, devoid of any hint of life, carrying only the flavor of eternal death, as if only death were the true eternal constant in the cosmos, and everything else illusory, stirring within observers an impulse to seek quiet suicide. “Quietly accept death!” The pseudo-Holy Artifacts instantly activated, causing Jin Ze Tianlu’s Battle Qi to surge repeatedly. The terrifying might seemed capable of slaughtering everyone in the entire venue with a single strike.

Onefold, twofold, threefold…! In an instant, the pseudo-Holy Artifact set on Jin Ze Tianlu began to tremble, and faint traces of spiderweb cracks appeared on their surfaces. Jin Ze Tianlu’s strength had instantly multiplied by more than three times.

“Violent Soul Domain! Burning Soul Domain! Open to your absolute limit!

All Holy Artifacts! Lend me your power! Lend me the power to create a miracle never before seen in this world!” Qian Jin stamped his foot, unleashing all the power he could muster.

True life-and-death struggles were never decided by thousands of exchanges; any hesitation could only… invite the cause of death. The moment his foot hit the ground, it was as if some monster was churning and writhing beneath the earth where the crowd stood. Many people lost their footing entirely, swaying unsteadily and relying on nearby personnel for support just to keep from falling, but their wine cups scattered onto the floor.