Six Seven Six: Drag You All Into the Underground Trinity The grey sword, at this moment, seemed to stop turning; the entire world appeared to truly and utterly freeze. The Gun-Force Spear pierced through the endless grey, and pinpricks of starlight shone like lighthouses in the midst of death, illuminating the one true light that guided people away from oblivion.

The instant the longsword clashed with the great spear… it shattered… fragmenting inch by inch before dissolving into dust! A Pseudo-Saint Artifact was, after all, just a Pseudo-Saint Artifact; its strength was vastly inferior in this regard, not even possessing the hardness of those Super-Battle Implements.

“Earth Shield, give it to me…”

“Break!”

The spear instantly pierced through and shattered the shield held by Jinze Tianlu, its boundless spear power directly boring through Jinze Tianlu’s chest, right where his heart lay. The overwhelming force blasted a transparent hole the size of a human head through his sternum.

The sharp spear fighting energy shot straight toward the heavens, leaving a visible trail of emptiness in the sky, followed immediately by the rumbling roar of vacuum filling with air.

Li Ba’s pupils contracted instantly. To break through an In-Saint expert who could command the power of the earth beneath the stars, using only his own body’s strength? The Saint Artifacts piled upon Qian Jin should have been enough to make his body instantly explode!

The victor was decided; life and death were sealed!

Those who could barely make out the battle held the same thought in their hearts: this Qian Jin was too strong! The outcome was decided in an instant…

Just as this thought flashed through everyone’s minds, the grey rune on Jinze Tianlu’s forehead suddenly erupted with endless ashen, dead energy. This aura rapidly spread outward, and Jinze Tianlu’s eyes, which had appeared dead, turned a dull grey.

A lifeless, dead grey, yet his body continued to move. Despite being impaled by the spear, his steps did not halt; he kept striding toward Qian Jin. Within those grey eyes… there were six pupils!

What was this? Qian Jin recalled the bizarre eye that had appeared in the sky above the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea. That power could actually leave the Sand Sea and possess Jinze Tianlu’s body. What kind of monster was this guy?

“Die for me!”

Jinze Tianlu contorted his body strangely, emitting a harsh sound from his throat like grinding metal, filled with the scent of death. As he opened his mouth, grey energy billowed out in torrents. People nearby who were touched by this grey aura immediately felt dizzy and nauseous.

“You have no chance left!”

Qian Jin stood rooted to the spot, watching Jinze Tianlu approach: “Explode!”

The Submerged Thunder Battle Technique, long affixed to the spear, had secretly infiltrated Jinze Tianlu’s body the moment it pierced him. At this moment, it had spread throughout his entire being. Instantly, countless points of explosion detonated simultaneously. Jinze Tianlu’s forward momentum abruptly ceased, and his body blew apart into countless fragments.

A Saint-level Battle Technique! The legendary, lost Submerged Thunder Battle Technique!

Li Ba repeatedly overturned his assessment of Qian Jin. What kind of body did he possess? Could his body truly withstand such power without exploding?

One strike! Qian Jin eliminated Jinze Tianlu in a single blow, completely defying everyone’s expectations. The young warriors of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Clan and the young warriors of the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Clan were all dumbfounded.

Everyone knew Qian Jin’s ferocity; he had once beaten the Thunder Lion King Tianlingguan to death with his bare hands. That battle was enough to shake the Human, Demon, and Savage clans.

Now, this young man who had recently slain Tianlingguan had apparently spanned the insurmountable barrier between ranks, using the aid of Saint Artifacts to kill Jinze Tianlu with a single spear thrust?

Thud!

Qian Jin planted his great spear heavily on the ground. His face instantly turned ashen, and his body trembled lightly, spasming.

Chekfort supported Qian Jin, helping him remove all the Saint Artifacts from his body, returning them to their owners.

Fatigue… fatigue so profound he lacked the strength to stand!

If it had only been Jinze Tianlu alone, such exhaustion would not have been necessary. But Jinze Tianlu happened to bring a set of Pseudo-Saint Artifacts today, and that sudden surge in strength was enough to force any expert to take him seriously.

Hole Tiel was utterly stunned. Was this Qian Jin truly the classmate he attended school with? How could his strength be so terrifying? Taking down an expert like Jinze Tianlu in one strike?

Pan Hongji called for people to clean up the shattered corpse pieces on the ground and smiled faintly, breaking the awkward atmosphere saturated with slaughter: “This is truly a grand wedding. Not only does the Old Family Head Li appear, but an In-Saint expert has also given his life to forge Qian Jin’s even mightier reputation.”

“Indeed a grand wedding. It seems I arrived late and missed the battle that shook the stars!”

The Emperor of the Zhence Dynasty! At this moment, he appeared!

Nearly all the guests felt faint. What kind of wedding was this? It was likely that no wedding in the next thousand years would be grander!

Old Family Head Li, perhaps even the heads of the Top Ten Bloodline Clans, might appear. Just moments ago, the In-Saint expert Jinze Tianlu died at the wedding, and now the great Emperor himself had arrived.

Any one of these events would take people half a day to recover from, yet they were unfolding one after another in rapid succession, the frequency making one feel breathless.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor.”

Li Ba was the first to approach. At his current status, there was no need for him to kneel; simply walking forward was sufficient.

Pan Hongji was the second to approach, only slightly bowing his waist. The Prime Minister Li Chengliang, standing behind the Emperor, frowned tightly. These irritating bloodline warriors were a group that showed the least respect for imperial authority!

“Father Emperor.”

Munezhen Ce was the third to approach. Many guests were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped. This was a Prince? This person who had been warmly hosting others in the venue moments ago, looking like an attendant hired from a restaurant, was actually… the current Prince?

The guests who had just interacted with Munezhen Ce were utterly staggered. Since historical records began, Qian Jin must be the first person to treat a Prince as a mere servant to host guests!

Some people began counting on their fingers to calculate just how many historical records this wedding, which should have been merely lively, had shattered due to Qian Jin, and how many records might never be broken in the next thousand years.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor…”

Baolong Zhence saw Qian Jin approaching and raised his hands prematurely to support Qian Jin’s shoulders, signaling that Qian Jin did not need to kneel: “I have heard your name more than once. Finally, I meet you in person! Excellent! Excellent! Truly excellent! I will find a way regarding your father’s affairs. As for the Qian Family…”

Baolong Zhence noticed a flicker of dissatisfaction cross Qian Jin’s brow and immediately smiled faintly, dropping the topic: “The guests here today are all important forces within my Zhence Dynasty. Everyone, relax. Treat me as just another ordinary celebratory guest.”

The crowd forced dry laughs, all thinking simultaneously: How could that be possible?

Li Ba looked at Qian Jin’s retreating back, even more perplexed. Was this young man truly suited to be a mere blacksmith? What kind of body did he have? He was so fatigued just moments ago, yet his complexion was already regaining color so quickly? How could his recovery rate be so powerful?

“Thunder Dragon Li, dispatch the young warriors of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan…”

The guards at the entrance called out again, but this time they did not follow the previous procedure of finding Li Ba to receive instructions.

“What? Jinze Tianlu was killed by Qian Jin in one strike?” A look of surprise flashed across Thunder Dragon Li’s face. This outcome greatly contradicted the intelligence he had gathered.

“A whole set of Saint Artifacts?” Thunder Dragon Li wanted to dismiss it as impossible, but he knew the numerous guests surrounding them could not have been mistaken.

“Qian Jin, my Li family’s boys are here. See who catches your eye, and take them with you.”

“Old Ancestor…” Thunder Dragon Li’s expression changed drastically. How could his subordinates be given away so casually? And to Qian Jin, a mere ordinary warrior…

“Shut your mouth.” Li Ba playfully kicked Thunder Dragon Li’s backside: “Your goal is to become the strongest warrior among the Human, Demon, and Savage tribes. Worry about other things later.”

Thunder Dragon Li’s face darkened as he received the kick. He brought his men here to celebrate the wedding, only to have his subordinates claimed by this kid before he had even done anything? And claimed so casually?

Qian Jin nodded calmly toward Thunder Dragon Li, his eyes sweeping over the young warriors of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan: “Whomever the Old Family Head Li wishes to send over, send them.”

Li Ba turned back to look at the young warriors of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan. He noticed that the usually proud bloodline warriors simultaneously retreated a step backward. Not a single one was willing to bow their proud dragon heads to serve an ordinary warrior as a subordinate. Normally, when accepting followers, they rarely even accepted ordinary warriors.

“Little Guild Leader Qian Jin…” Li Ba smiled at Qian Jin: “Why don't you help me discipline them?”

“Me?” Qian Jin looked at Li Ba, surprised.

“Yes! You!” Li Ba maintained his smile, but a sharp glint flickered in his eyes as he sought to gauge how much strength and stamina Qian Jin had recovered during this time.

“Qian Jin just finished a fight; it’s my turn now.” Fen Tu Kuangge stepped forward again, not giving anyone else a chance to speak. His aura locked onto all the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors, excluding Thunder Dragon Li: “Are you ready to get beaten? Here I come…”

The seven or eight Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors were momentarily stunned. What was the meaning of this? Such arrogance from an ordinary warrior? Had he rebelled! Although they were not In-Saints, there shouldn’t be many people beneath the In-Saint realm who could challenge them!

The instant this thought crossed their minds, Fen Tu Kuangge was already before them, sending one Three-Headed Golden Dragon warrior flying with a simple punch.

The other Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors snapped out of their daze. The bloodline warriors activated their powers, unleashing their powerful Bloodline Battle Techniques and the magic most characteristic of the Three-Headed Golden Dragons without restraint, smashing them toward Fen Tu Kuangge, intending to utterly destroy the warrior who dared to provoke the honor of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon.

The venue suffered a new wave of destruction. Compared to the highly focused bursts of power earlier, the destruction caused by this battle was far greater.

Ice magic, fire magic, wind magic, air magic, earth magic…

Almost every form of magic slammed into Fen Tu Kuangge at once. The onlookers’ eyes twitched incessantly. Even a massive iron block would have been reduced to powder by now!

“Is this your strength… so weak? Are your attacks so feeble? Is this the power of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon?”

Amidst the raging battleground, Fen Tu Kuangge’s voice was filled with doubt and mockery. Those who had wisely retreated far away could still hear the commanding, high-pressure tone.

Through the swirling dust, Fen Tu Kuangge’s hand, glowing with golden light, slowly reached outward. He hadn't even used his In-Saint strength, controlling his power to remain below the In-Saint level. Relying only on the protective battle aura provided by the Great True Gold Dou Qi, he easily withstood the attacks of these Three-Headed Golden Dragons.

What kind of monster was this?

The onlookers felt their minds completely overwhelmed. Fen Tu Kuangge didn't even need to use In-Saint power to withstand these continuous rounds of devastating attacks from the peak Battle Soul level Three-Headed Golden Dragons!

The attacking Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors’ scalps were already numb, bordering on senselessness. They secretly wondered if they were dreaming. How could there be such a monstrous ordinary warrior? Even the warriors of the other two Ultimate Bloodlines wouldn't dare to recklessly absorb such destructive volleys of attacks before reaching the In-Saint realm!

“Old Family Head Li, I will take charge of these men for you.”

Fen Tu Kuangge’s voice was as calm as usual. With Thunder Dragon Li restrained by Li Ba, he grabbed the shoulder of one Three-Headed Golden Dragon warrior and slammed him heavily toward the ground!

Bang!

That formidable Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warrior’s legs were driven deep into the ground like a driven stake, his chest forced deep into the earth.

Pfft! The Three-Headed Golden Dragon warrior spat blood, not from physical injury, but from the sheer, naked humiliation!

This was too shameful! As a peak Battle Soul Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warrior, he was being treated like a child being hammered into the ground by an ordinary warrior of the same level—no, even more easily, like a child playing with a toy!

This sense of humiliation caused the young Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warrior to vomit on the spot.

This? As the few Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors paused in astonishment, Fen Tu Kuangge’s voice rang out again: “You few, go down too.”

His golden hands slowly emerged from amidst the various ice and fire magics. Everyone watched clearly as the bloodline warriors tried desperately to retreat and dodge…

But not a single one could escape those massive palms! His palms seemed filled with an aura of freedom, as if no action could stop that freedom-seeking hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One by one, the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors were driven into the ground right before everyone’s eyes, each left exposed to the height of their upper chest, faces contorted in misery.

For countless years, warriors from the powerful Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline family, an ultimate bloodline, had been toyed with like children and forcefully buried in the earth.

Thunder Dragon Li couldn't believe what he was seeing. An ordinary warrior beside Qian Jin could so easily subdue the handpicked, carefully trained subordinates of his own clan!

And only one person had acted! The others hadn't even made a move!

What did this mean? Thunder Dragon Li stared at the backs of Qian Jin and the Emperor chatting. Was sending one subordinate to beat down my subordinates meant to tell me that your followers are stronger than mine? And that you are stronger than me, too?

“Kid, see? Except for a super-genius like you, for other warriors, even genius bloodline warriors, gaining more accumulation before reaching the In-Saint realm will make them exponentially stronger in the future.”

Li Ba looked at the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors buried in the ground: “Don't feel wronged or unconvinced, and don't think this is an isolated case. Budai Boy, bring one of your men over and have him fight any one of them…”

“I’ll do it!”

Pan Mengcheng, whose desire to fight had been uncontainable watching the continuous battles, activated his Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Battle Form and charged out upon hearing Li Ba’s words.

The Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors buried in the ground instantly felt their noses twitch with rage. What the hell did this mean? Why were they so excited to come out? Did they really just want to humiliate us? Did they really think we Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors were molded from mud?

The glory of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors was built upon the skulls of Zhence Dynasty warriors and the corpses of Demon Martialists over countless years!

“I, Li Changsheng, will go!”

The earth shook violently. Li Changsheng clapped his hands on the ground and pulled himself free from the earth. The faces of the other Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors flushed purple like eggplants. They were warriors from an ultimate bloodline family, yet they were being looked down upon by a member of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Clan, one of the Top Ten Bloodline Clans?

Snakes are always snakes! They can never compare to true dragons!

The few Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors rushed out of the ground, each burning with the impulse to wash away the shame they had just suffered.

“Old Family Head Li, this will be too troublesome. If we win once, I doubt they will be convinced,” Duan Fengbuer said with a look of someone who loves chaos: “How about this: you brought eight people, right? Fine! We will field eight as well. Let’s have an all-out brawl and enjoy ourselves.”

Li Ba was about to reply when he suddenly felt a gaze from Qian Jin.

What was this? Li Ba paused, then suddenly understood. Qian Jin meant that with so many people fighting, the wedding venue would surely be even more ruined, and the construction of the Warrior Union’s building would sustain considerable damage—that would be a significant repair cost.

“I, this old man, will pay for the repairs.”

Hearing Li Ba’s words, Qian Jin gave them a look that said, ‘Fight as you please,’ and turned back to continue chatting with Baolong Zhence.

Eight against eight!

The younger generation of the Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Clan versus the younger generation of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Clan!

The wedding guests felt like they were going crazy. This was too worthwhile! In all the banquets and weddings they had attended over the years, none had been as thrilling as today’s!

Was this a wedding banquet? Or a gathering for sparring matches?

Qian Jin could only offer a wry smile as people cleared the area for the fight. How had his wedding turned into this…

Nine-Headed Serpent warriors versus Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors! Munezhen Ce watched the continuous clashes with great interest, shaking his head repeatedly. Was the Rookie King Tournament starting today? And in team format? Wasn't this Qian Jin's wedding?

This setup for confrontation, in some respects, surpassed even the scenes from the Rookie King Tournament.

Baolong Zhence stopped chatting with Qian Jin and watched the center of the venue with interest, teasing Qian Jin: “If I had known your wedding could be this lively, I really should have moved the date of the Rookie King Tournament up to today, and chosen your location for the first match! Look at this lineup… it’s at least at the level of the semi-finals for the Rookie King Tournament.”

Qian Jin could only offer a wry smile. Who would have thought that the leaders of these major clans would bring their juniors to his wedding today… seeking advice? Or perhaps just looking for a beating?

“Little Aunt…” Isa Seir looked at the battlefield in the center with longing: “I… I want to…”

“You want to?” Isabella sharply twisted her nephew’s ear again: “Watch properly! You little brat are also a super-genius among geniuses, but to defeat other super-geniuses, you need to watch closely and deeply appreciate the benefits of following Qian Jin.”

Isa Seir could only lower his head, watching the eight-on-eight battle with envy.

“Snakes are always snakes!” Li Changsheng proudly looked at the ten Nine-Headed Serpent warriors opposite him, who were arguing over who should be the substitute and who should be the main fighter: “In front of the True Dragon, it doesn't matter if you have ninety heads! You don’t need to argue; you can all attack together! Ten against our eight…”

“Pan Mengli, Pan Mengho! You two, step back!”

With a single sentence from Duan Fengbu’er, the two Hydra-blooded warriors retreated with grimaces. They had considered resisting these past few days, but the youngest of the Hydra warriors was undeniably brutal, and he had the full backing of the Patriarch, the Serpent Emperor. Now, they had no choice but to obey orders.

Was that Pan Mengli? Or Pan Menghu?

The few Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors stared curiously at the departing pair. They were all youths of the same generation; even if they hadn't met, they had certainly heard of each other's names.

The Li-He Combination! This small duo was quite famous even on the Human-Demon Battlefield; many demon-warriors far stronger than them had fallen to their combined assault.

Such a pairing was most effective in team battles—and yet, they were being pulled out? Was the head of that Duan Fengbu’er cracked?

“Pan Mengcheng, have you lost your mind?” Duan Fengbu’er shouted after calling the two back, his attitude still haughty. “He just insulted your Hydra lineage, calling you trash, and you still have anything to say to him? Go on, beat him up! Beat him until his own mother wouldn't recognize him, and then come back to me! Otherwise, I’ll beat you until even the Serpent Emperor won't recognize you!”

Hearing his name called out under these circumstances, Pan Hongji felt a sense of tragic unfairness, like being hit while lying down. Duan Fengbu’er was becoming increasingly unrestrained! Yet, it was precisely this wild spirit he admired in him!

Pan Mengcheng shivered instinctively at Duan Fengbu’er’s roar. This new leader was not just normally unrestrained; everything he said, he would absolutely do!

“I’m sorry!” Pan Mengcheng looked at Li Changsheng with great difficulty. “I truly only intended to defeat you, but now our young leader says I must beat you into a pulp, or I will be beaten into a pulp. To avoid being turned into mush myself, I have no choice but to wrong you.”

Li Changsheng felt a mix of anger and amusement. What in the hell was this mess? When did the Pan family produce such an arrogant and brazen brat? Beat me into a pulp? Who does he think he is? Even Pan Mengshen wouldn't dare speak to me like that, let alone a mere Pan Mengcheng…

The eight Hydra-blooded warriors felt a chill rise up their spines under Duan Fengbu’er’s unrestrained gaze. They had better take down their opponents quickly, or they would be the ones facing misfortune next.

The strength of the Hydra-blooded warriors instantly flared to full power. Streaks of massive, black Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Souls soared into the sky, letting out roars of anger and unwilling resentment toward the heavens.

Duan Fengbu’er’s unrestrained voice, which the Thunder Dragon Li found so irritating, sounded out once more: “Listen up, you lot! Whoever finishes last by taking down their opponent will have disgraced me! When that happens, I will give you my sincerest thanks for humiliating me!”

A threat! A blatant, naked threat. In an instant, the eight Hydra-blooded warriors realized their adversaries were not just the Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors opposite them, but also their own comrades standing beside them!

Li Ba shot an envious look at Pan Hongji and gave him a thumbs-up. This leader selection was excellent! The pressure of competition had shifted from external to internal conflict.

Contempt! They were being openly scorned! The Thunder Dragon Li had never been so furious. His carefully selected rising generation of Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors was being disregarded like this.

“Listen up, you eight! The last two to knock down a Hydra-blooded warrior will be punished!”

Thunder Dragon Li finally spoke, announcing his decision on the penalty.

Li Ba sighed softly. The intention was good, but the honor of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors today was surely going to suffer! However, this loss of face was worth it! Only by recognizing the gap could they catch up! Only then would they truly understand the value of Qian Jin!

Exactly! Perhaps by observing these eight Hydra-blooded warriors, they could uncover the true value of Qian Jin! Li Ba secretly felt his decision today was absolutely correct.

Mu Nè Zhèncè shook the folding fan in his hand: “Then what are you waiting for? Start fighting!”

Behind the Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors, massive Three-Headed Golden Dragon Battle Souls rose up. In the sky, eight Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Souls and eight Three-Headed Golden Dragon Battle Souls roared at each other, creating an atmosphere of dragons fighting serpents that forced many onlookers to retreat further away.

“I now announce…” Mu Nè Zhèncè drew out the sound. “…a warm-up match before the Rookie King Battle. Now… Begin!”

As Mu Nè Zhèncè finished speaking, the eyes of the sixteen bloodline warriors focused only on their opponents; they paid no mind to anything else.

Defeat the opponent! Take down the enemy! Win supreme glory for their bloodline family! Prove themselves!

Infinite battle intent mixed with battle energy erupted in a heaven-shaking collision! Everyone felt the ground tremble once more. These youngsters’ control over power was far inferior to Qian Jin and Jin Zetianlu, resulting in even more massive collateral damage. The winds generated by the scattering battle energy flew everywhere like knives.

Many people instinctively covered their faces, fearing their eyes would be sliced and injured.

Magic, battle skills…

At this moment, the sixteen bloodline warriors plunged into the fiercest brawl, holding nothing back. Towering columns of fire, endless ice and snow… choking earth-elemental magic filled the entire battlefield, making it impossible for many to discern exactly what was happening within the chaotic melee.

“I am first!”

In the midst of the chaos, Pan Mengcheng’s joyful voice rang out first!

Only fifteen seconds had passed when Li Changsheng’s body was sent flying out of the melee, crashing through two buildings belonging to the Warrior’s Guild before finally stopping his retreat.

Li Ba immediately felt Qian Jin’s questioning gaze.

“I’ll pay…” Li Ba was speechless. That defeat was too fast! Fifteen seconds! Even I didn't expect him to lose that quickly!

Nineteen seconds…

Another Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warrior flew out, and Pan Mengling’s happy voice chimed in: “I won second place!”

Qian Jin shifted his gaze back to Li Ba. This time, the warrior crashed through three buildings, indicating that Pan Mengling’s control wasn't quite as precise as Pan Mengcheng’s.

“I’ll pay…”

Li Ba could only manage a wry smile, nothing more. How much time had passed? Another one was taken down…

Thunder Dragon Li’s expression had turned incredibly ugly. How could the gap in actual combat be this large? Even the core faction under Pan Mengshen couldn't be this powerful! And this was his direct contingent!

Twenty-two seconds… twenty-five seconds…

The bodies of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors began flying out one after another, like discarded sacks.

Thunder Dragon Li’s face was so grim it looked like it could drip ink. Li Ba, without even looking at the warriors being knocked out, automatically turned to face Qian Jin and said: “I’ll pay!”

“Kid…” Li Ba then turned to Thunder Dragon Li: “Deduct the cost of repairing the buildings from the defeated men’s monthly stipends. Tell them yourself. I won't pay for trash who got beaten into submission.”

Paying the money and losing face? Thunder Dragon Li was speechless.

“I am the sixth!”

A voice full of delight sounded, and the turmoil on the battlefield was nearing its end.

Two Hydra-blooded warriors, who had long held the advantage and likely only needed a few more seconds to defeat their opponents, simultaneously halted their attacks on the Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors and turned their assault on their own comrades!

That’s right—self-inflicted damage!

Both feared being a fraction of a second too slow; thus, they thought of a solution: take down their teammate first, and then they could fight two opponents simultaneously, ensuring they wouldn't be the one to lose.

The two Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors stood frozen, unsure whether to cry or laugh, their faces contorted into expressions of utter humiliation.

This was true contempt! What kind of conduct was this? Completely ignoring the real opponents and engaging in self-mutilation first? Did they think they were dough to be molded at will?

“You six! Whoever can take down one of those other two, I, your boss, will gift them a Gravity Magic Artifact!” Duan Fengbu’er roared, then immediately turned with a smile toward Qian Jin.

“No problem,” Qian Jin said, also smiling wryly as he watched the two Hydra warriors fighting each other.

A Gravity Magic Artifact? Pan Mengcheng’s eyes lit up immediately. Those were truly valuable items! The Li-He Combination, who hadn’t participated at all, could no longer sit still; they charged forward and lunged at the two Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors.

“Don’t steal! That’s ours!”

“Bah! You guys fight amongst yourselves! It’s not yours anymore!” Pan Mengcheng yelled, rushing toward the Three-Headed Golden Dragon warriors while loudly denouncing his two warring comrades.

Thunder Dragon Li, his face gloomy, painfully closed his eyes. The battle moving forward was guaranteed to be disastrously embarrassing! Disgraceful! This time, it was too humiliating!

Collapse!

The battle between the younger generation of Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors and the younger generation of Hydra-blooded warriors could be described as a complete collapse for the former.

The most powerful of the Zhence Dynasty, the three ultimate bloodline warrior clans—even without awakening their ultimate bloodline power—the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline warriors, one of the three ultimate lineages, always maintained an overall strength superior to the other ten lineages.

Today, at Qian Jin’s wedding.

Under the gaze of countless high-ranking figures from the Dynasty, the Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors, one of the three ultimate lineages, suffered a defeat that could no longer be described merely as embarrassing.

This was the most agonizing defeat in the history of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors. Eight young warriors of this lineage were swept away by the young Hydra-blooded warriors in an incredibly short amount of time!

The cleanest, most decisive sweep!

The one who lasted the longest didn’t even survive one minute.

Thunder Dragon Li’s face was like dead ash. His state of mind was beyond simple anger; his entire spiritual world, built over many years, seemed to have collapsed completely at this moment.

How could this happen? How could it be? How could it be! Thunder Dragon Li asked himself repeatedly. This was the undeniable reality, yet it was so difficult to accept that it had actually happened.

Baolong Zhèncè also stopped his conversation with Qian Jin and the others. His eyes, which usually remained unfazed even if the Dynasty faced annihilation, were now completely locked onto the center of the battlefield.

The Three-Headed Golden Dragon-blooded warriors were defeated? Defeated by the Hydra-blooded warriors? Baolong Zhèncè struggled to move his eyeballs. If only one or two had been defeated by the Hydra warriors, it might still be somewhat understandable.

After all, the young generation from the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior families were no pushovers; it was normal for one or two supreme figures to emerge who could defeat warriors from the ultimate bloodline families.

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