Chapter Six Hundred and Sixty-Six: The Bloodied Demon King—The Momentum is Set, Three in One Even among True Saints, there were distinctions in strength. Qian Zhanxuan was undeniably a powerhouse among them, possessing the absolute confidence to defeat Qian Jin without shattering his Dou Seals.

More importantly, every single Dou Seal Qian Zhanxuan possessed was immensely powerful. Shattering them risked severely damaging his own body. While the Elf King bloodline offered superb regenerative capabilities, full recovery in a short span was still impossible.

At Qian Zhanxuan's level, avoiding injury whenever possible was paramount. No one knew what unforeseen circumstances might arise from being wounded. The Demon Race's Dark Unit, in particular, relished opportunities to assassinate injured powerhouses.

"Qian Zhanxuan is waiting, waiting for the moment Qian Jin’s Dou Qi depletes," Pan Hongji observed, hands clasped across his chest, immediately grasping Qian Zhanxuan's strategy. "This battle is truly fascinating. Qian Zhanxuan hasn't unleashed his proudest domination yet; one could say Qian Jin has only forced him to exert eighty percent of his strength from the very start."

The members of the Berserk Bear bloodline family nodded vehemently. Exactly! If Qian Zhanxuan fully unleashed the sheer dominance of his Overlord Fist, its might could certainly withstand Qian Jin's self-detonating Dou Techniques!

"Big Bear, don't just nod your head," Pan Hongji chuckled, turning to the side. "To make Qian Zhanxuan use only eighty percent of his power is quite a feat. If you fought him, you’d never manage to hold him back to just eighty percent. But he," Pan Hongji gestured towards the ring, "could certainly fight you until you only managed eighty percent of your strength. Believe it or not?"

The Head of the Berserk Bear bloodline family’s expression soured with resignation. The Serpent Emperor was making it clear—the seemingly ordinary warrior in the ring could already secure victory over the head of the Berserk Bear line.

Bao Long Zhence nodded thoughtfully. Qian Jin was already that powerful?

Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!

In a mere ten seconds, Qian Zhanxuan was, unprecedentedly, being suppressed and beaten back for over ten seconds, and that count kept climbing. His expression was solemn, revealing neither joy nor despair, as if the events unfolding held no bearing on him. His footwork was steady and resolute as he retreated, showing no panic, making it impossible to decipher his thoughts.

Qian Jin’s Splitting Gold Consecutive Slashes had fully opened up. The detonation of two consecutive Dou Seals unleashed a power within his Violent Soul Domain that was fiercer and more brutal than ever before. Each slash locked onto Qian Zhanxuan’s vital points. Every strike was capable of severely wounding or even slaying a recently ascended True Saint. The released blade energy scattered everywhere like a torrential downpour of arrows.

Eleven seconds... Fifteen seconds... Twenty seconds...

For a full twenty seconds, Qian Jin was like a machine that never tired. The air slashes generated by the Consecutive Slashes truly resembled ten thousand arrows flying at once—strike after strike after strike!

The onlookers were utterly stunned. Twenty seconds... a full twenty seconds! Even without shattering any Dou Seals, being suppressed for twenty seconds was far too long for someone like Qian Zhanxuan.

Twenty-one seconds... Twenty-three seconds...

Qian Zhanxuan’s patience was steadily eroding. The Unity of Myriad Laws between his brows reformed completely, its radiance shining at least twice as brightly as the previous iteration.

Unity of Myriad Laws! One thousand magics, two thousand magics—all coalesced into the Unity of Myriad Laws!

Qian Zhanxuan had now condensed two thousand distinct magics, fusing them all together. His golden pupils seemed ready to unleash a world-destroying divine dragon at any moment.

"Unity of Myriad Laws! Demon-Slaying Hundred Fists!"

Qian Zhanxuan roared from his chest, finally sounding the clarion call for counterattack. Countless strands of Dou Qi in the sky formed colossal fists, raining down once more from all eight directions. The highly condensed magical energy once again coated his arms, projecting an aura of insurmountable martial strength.

"Ascending Peak War Hammer! Army of Ten Thousand Invincible! Get down!"

Again! Dozens of identical figures split off from Qian Jin’s body. Each wielded the Ascension Peak Eighteen Hammers, five fused into one, aggressively smashing back the surrounding Demon-Slaying Hundred Fists.

One hammer strike! Qian Jin’s Splitting Gold Consecutive Slashes transformed again into the Eighteen Hammers, colliding head-on with Qian Zhanxuan. Qian Zhanxuan’s body was sent flying backward once more.

At this moment, an image composed of Qian Jin's Army of Ten Thousand appeared before Qian Zhanxuan, and the Five-in-One Ascension Peak Eighteen Hammers descended from above once more.

This was? Before Qian Zhanxuan could fully recover his breath, the Eighteen Hammers struck directly above his head.

Boom! The War Body of the Ten Thousand Images shattered, and Qian Zhanxuan’s body, still mid-retreat, was knocked back further, only for the second War Body of the Ten Thousand Images to press immediately upon him like a shadow.

Again? Pan Hongji shuddered. There were at least twelve War Bodies of Qian Jin’s Ten Thousand at the battlefield. Each one capable of unleashing a Five-in-One strike? Qian Zhanxuan was in for a very rough time today!

One hammer! One hammer! One hammer...

Qian Zhanxuan had no time to recover his breath. The moment one War Body shattered, the next strike from the Eighteen Hammers arrived. The onlookers saw only the Elf King bloodline head of the Qian family being battered back strike after strike.

The instant the twelfth War Body was broken, a sliver of relief finally rose in Qian Zhanxuan’s heart. Although he didn't know this Dou Technique, he knew it must be one that heavily consumed Dou Qi—immense power coupled with significant strain on the body. He shouldn't be able to muster any stronger moves now...

"Severing the Sea!"

Qian Jin’s main body materialized before Qian Zhanxuan. The fierce aura surrounding them instantaneously rushed to the sides, parting like the sea. Qian Jin’s body and arm completely merged into a single battle blade. The resulting air currents parted like ocean waves, revealing Qian Zhanxuan, the island hidden within the sea of air.

What was this? Qian Zhanxuan’s eyebrows jumped. The ultimate killing Dou Technique of the Iron Arm Mantis bloodline family—Severing the Sea! One blade to shatter ten thousand armors! One sword to slay ten thousand demons!

Hundred Laws Unite! Infinite Gravity!

A gravity field rapidly shifted around Qian Zhanxuan. His mind struggled to comprehend why, even after deploying a hundredfold gravity field, he still couldn't significantly restrict Qian Jin’s movements? This boy seemed remarkably accustomed to operating under high gravity!

Such familiarity was usually only found among Elf King bloodline warriors. Why? Countless doubts arose in Qian Zhanxuan’s mind. Only by engaging Qian Jin directly did he realize how unsettling this newly risen young man truly was.

One minute... It wasn't a long time, yet not short either. How many lives could a powerhouse like Qian Zhanxuan claim within a minute was almost impossible to calculate.

Fifty-nine seconds... Sixty seconds!

Time was up!

Endless dust enveloped the ring area, obscuring the scene from almost everyone. All that could be heard was heavy, labored gasping.

The mages waved their hands, dispersing the smoke. Qian Jin stood, hands braced on his knees, bent over, looking up at Qian Zhanxuan, whose clothes were shredded into rags, standing across from him. Qian Jin took deep, ragged breaths. Sweat and blood mingled, making it hard to distinguish whether he had expelled more sweat or blood in the battle.

Qian Zhanxuan stood at the edge of the ruined arena, staring blankly at the fatigued and wounded Qian Jin, who looked ready to collapse at any second.

This one minute... Qian Zhanxuan hadn't gained the upper hand even once. He had been suppressed for an entire minute.

What kind of endurance was this? Qian Zhanxuan stared intensely at Qian Jin. That Submerged Thunder Dou Technique demanded constant vigilance with every move. He had managed to forcibly release Dou Techniques and Dou Qi at a level of superhuman overload for a full minute.

Many in the audience, seeing Qian Jin’s exhaustion and Qian Zhanxuan standing tall, began to applaud.

"The older generation of powerhouses are truly fierce."

"Indeed, look how tired the younger man is already."

Qian Zhanxuan frowned slightly upon hearing the audience’s murmurs. He had truly been too careless this time. If this were the fully hostile Human-Demon battlefield, he could have eliminated Qian Jin within one or two minutes.

But this was just a tournament match, and Qian Jin had calculated everything perfectly.

To the uninformed outsiders, Qian Zhanxuan had won.

Pan Hongji, however, knew that Qian Zhanxuan hadn't won; he hadn't even gained any real advantage. Being suppressed by Qian Jin for a full minute was, for Qian Jin, a form of victory.

If this news spread... Qian Jin’s reputation would multiply beyond measure.

There were differences in strength even among True Saints. For a newly ascended True Saint like Qian Jin to suppress Qian Zhanxuan for a minute was beyond description.

One minute! Qian Jin gained an immeasurable amount in this single minute! Qian Jin learned more in this single minute than ever before!

Qian Zhanxuan couldn't comprehend why Qian Jin would engage in such self-damaging combat. Damage exceeding a warrior’s limit often meant their potential for further growth was capped for life. What was he fighting so desperately for?

"Heh... heh heh..." Qian Jin felt the blood mixed with sweat sliding down his cheek from his jawbone onto the ground. His body gently swayed with his laughter.

The breakthrough... the bottleneck that had stalled his progress recently had completely shattered in that instant!

A minute of fighting, a minute of desperation—Qian Jin felt he had learned so much, a sense of realization that words could not convey.

"I can become stronger..." Qian Jin managed to straighten his body by bracing his thighs with his hands, looking at Qian Zhanxuan. "Next time, I won't just be suppressing you."

"Next time?" Qian Zhanxuan responded coldly. "Next time, I will strike you dead at the outset."

Qian Jin smiled, slowly dragging the Metal Throne out of his Dou Realm once more. He forcefully slammed it into the ruins. Choking dust billowed around the throne, lending it an indescribable air of menace.

Qian Jin slowly settled back onto the throne, resting his hands on the armrests and leaning against the backrest, his right leg crossed over his left. He looked slowly at all the warriors participating in the Newcomer King competition: "I will sit upon this throne and await your challenges."

The same words, yet carrying an entirely different presence!

The blood-drenched Qian Jin, seated on the metal throne, looked like a slightly weary Demon King who had just slaughtered tens of thousands of heroes.

The battle-scarred Qian Jin spoke quietly, yet no one watching felt his words lacked power because of his injuries.

On the contrary! Almost every participating warrior felt an undeniable urge to agree with his statement.

This man was the current Newcomer King! Only by defeating him could one claim the title for this generation.

In the past, every Newcomer King competition was filled with speculation—who would ascend to the throne?

Now! The opening match had just begun, and the speculation about who the likely contenders were had vanished. Instead, people wondered who would even be qualified to challenge Qian Jin!

Yes! Qian Jin’s performance was too dazzling! Fighting Qian Zhanxuan for a full minute, actively suppressing one of the current strongest warriors for sixty seconds.

Such strength... such bearing... Across the entire Newcomer King competition, there was likely no one who could match even half of his level.

Pan Hongji nodded repeatedly. Qian Zhanxuan truly served as Qian Jin’s stepping stone this time. Though neither won the fierce battle, the fact that Qian Jin held the upper hand for a full minute was inherently a demonstration of victory for him.

In past Newcomer King competitions, even a Newcomer King who had reached the True Saint level while fighting with eyes closed had never achieved what this newcomer warrior, Qian Jin, had accomplished.

Initially, Qian Jin dragging that chair onto the stage and defeating Qian Wushuang with a single palm strike had already established an imposing aura.

Now, after fighting Qian Zhanxuan, the aura Qian Jin projected wasn't merely power—it was invincibility! A genuine, sweeping invincibility within the Newcomer King competition. Even if all participants ganged up on him in the ring, the feeling was that Qian Jin was unbeatable.

The momentum was set!

Qian Jin sat high upon the Metal Throne, his posture almost lazily relaxed, yet it projected an irresistible, powerful trend. Upon first glance, the feeling was inescapable: this man was the Newcomer King!

Unless the Ultimate Bloodline Power awakened, unless the Ultimate Bloodline Power awakened! That thought flashed through everyone's minds. Unless a bloodline power reached the level of ultimate awakening in this year's tournament, truly no one could defeat Qian Jin!

In the next moment, everyone turned their attention to the warriors possessing the three Ultimate Bloodline powers.

Qian Zhanxuan, having changed into clean clothes, stood behind the ashen-faced Qian Wuxingchen, a look of concerned paternal warmth on his face. The ultimate powers knew exactly what Qian Wushuang had been up to these past few days.

Losing nine Saint Artifacts to Qian Jin and not immediately pursuing the matter wasn't a sign of magnanimity; it was... pressure!

To secure victory among the three Ultimate Bloodlines, Qian Wuxingchen needed more pressure! Qian Jin, someone who utilized Saint Artifacts to ascend to sainthood—let him have them! Let him use Saint Artifacts to reach sainthood! Let him become stronger, powerful enough to threaten the genius warriors of the Elf King bloodline. Only under such pressure could the ultimate strength be unleashed to defeat the two other families’ ultimate awakened bloodlines.

As for Qian Jin? Qian Zhanxuan smiled faintly. His rise was merely a stepping stone for Qian Wuxingchen's journey to supreme power. Although he lost the upper hand in the direct fight, if he had chosen to shatter his Dou Seals, he might not have lost the advantage.

Why not seize it? This suppression, in Qian Wuxingchen’s eyes, might transform into motivation! For the sake of the family successor's advancement, what was being suppressed once?

"Patriarch, I will definitely defeat Qian Jin! Absolutely!"

Qian Zhanxuan smiled, patting Qian Wuxingchen, who spoke through gritted teeth. "Fight well."

"I will!"

Qian Zhanxuan surveyed the arena, ravaged by the battle's aftermath, and smiled faintly again. Although being suppressed was frustrating, he couldn't deny it was the most satisfying battle he’d had in years.

"Then I announce!" Bao Long Zhence cleared his throat and declared loudly, "The preceding sparring match ends in a draw!"

The audience erupted in fresh commotion. A draw! Qian Jin had genuinely forced his way into the ranks of today's absolute top-tier powerhouses!

The leading family heads on the main platform applauded with grim expressions. After calculating their odds just now, they felt deeply discouraged; their confidence in defeating Qian Jin was less than fifty percent! What was happening? Esteemed top-tier bloodline warriors couldn't guarantee a win against such a young, ordinary warrior.

Qian Jin slowly retrieved the Metal Throne. The 'Life' Seal in his Life and Death Star Seal had already repaired more than half of his damaged body. He stood up, bowed to the surrounding audience, and his gaze finally settled one last time on Qian Cheng.

This battle was for himself, and also for his father!

Qian Cheng’s eyes were already filled with tears. He repeatedly nodded, mumbling, "Good, good! Good! My son, Qian Cheng, has raised a champion!"

"You’re finally down..." Mu Ne Zhence, drenched in sweat and even more exhausted than Qian Jin, immediately slumped back into the contestant rest chair, grabbing the teapot and repeatedly gulping down the tea, completely devoid of his usual composure.

If the arena hadn't been equipped with robust magic arrays, if the two family heads hadn't jointly assisted, and if this place hadn't been stocked with sufficient magic crystals, few of the two hundred thousand spectators would have survived.

Qian Jin smiled slightly and closed his eyes, replaying the intense minute of combat in his mind.

Digestion. Qian Jin needed more time to process the brief minute of fierce fighting.

As Qian Jin departed, he took with him not just a victory and shock, but also the majority of the audience's remaining interest in the Newcomer King competition, and all of the... rings in the arena!

Yes! The intense, head-on collision between Qian Jin and Qian Zhanxuan had utterly pulverized the normally sturdy fighting rings with its residual shockwaves. There wasn't a single usable ring left.

Drawing rings on the ground...

To ensure the smooth continuation of the Newcomer King competition, organizers hastily drew out the size and shape of the rings on the ruined ground. The warriors who were supposed to compete on glorious platforms were forced to fight amidst the rubble.

In previous years, fights that would have been considered spectacular were now viewed with a degree of boredom by the crowd. The opening match had left too profound an impression; the subsequent bouts felt like children playing games in comparison.

Even though these warriors fought with utmost seriousness and ferocity, spilling blood just as violently, the audience struggled to reach that peak level of excitement.

Spectacular fights, yet they induced a feeling akin to drowsiness.

In past tournaments, every warrior who defeated an opponent would receive roaring applause.

Today, every winner only earned scattered applause.

This atmosphere filled every victorious warrior with a sense of frustration, as if they hadn't won their fight, but lost...

"Next match! Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior Duan Feng Bu’er versus War God bloodline warrior Jiuyang Fengcai!"

The amplification magic echoed above the arena. Those who were already starting to yawn finally showed a flicker of interest. A bloodline warrior versus a bloodline warrior!

And not just any bloodline warrior—the Nine-Headed Serpent from the Ten Great Bloodlines against the War God bloodline, one of the Three Ultimate Bloodlines!

Most importantly, Duan Feng Bu’er!

That name was now known by few in Divine Capital City, or perhaps even throughout the Zhence Imperial Dynasty. The Steel Saint level Nine-Headed Serpent warrior, hailed by countless people as the foremost young warrior of the Nine-Headed Serpent line, and one of the most promising contenders for the Newcomer King title.

Even after Qian Jin's brilliant fight with Qian Zhanxuan, Duan Feng Bu’er remained one of the few considered qualified to challenge Qian Jin.

Jiuyang Fengcai frowned deeply, standing within the ring demarcated on the ruined ground. He despised the aura emanating from the audience—an aura laced with contempt, disdain, and impatience.

The warrior of the dignified War God bloodline was being paid less attention because of a fight involving an ordinary warrior! Jiuyang Fengcai had never imagined this before entering the arena.

Just an ordinary warrior! Jiuyang Fengcai’s eyes filled with annoyance, which intensified when he saw Duan Feng Bu’er stepping into the ring.

Swish!

Duan Feng Bu’er said nothing, immediately pulling a battle blade from his Dou Realm. It was the most ordinary, plain battle blade, not even qualifying as a Dou Weapon, which he held quietly while staring at Jiuyang Fengcai.

What was this? Jiuyang Fengcai froze at the sight of the blade. What did this mean? Did he want to fight weapons against me?

"What are you trying to do?" Jiuyang Fengcai coldly fixed his gaze on the blade in Duan Feng Bu’er’s hand. "Trying to kill me?"

Duan Feng Bu’er only stared at the blade in his hand, quietly awaiting the commencement of the battle.

Jiuyang Fengcai frowned again. Putting on an act of coldness? To get their names remembered in the Newcomer King competition, many people now adopted different styles—the cold style, the passionate style. Did this Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior want to play the cold role? A child who had never seen the Human-Demon Battlefield! Did he think I would be scared by him?

Jiuyang Fengcai slightly raised his chin. I am a warrior from the War God bloodline family. You might defeat me, but you absolutely wouldn't dare kill me!

"Match... begin!"

With the referee’s command from the Warrior’s Guild, the latent bloodline power within Jiu Yang Fengcai instantly ignited.

Duan Feng Bu’er looked down at the blade in his hand, speaking with a faint tone, "Do you know Qi Jiu Yang?"

Jiu Yang Fengcai, whose Battle God bloodline power was now active, paused slightly, nodding instinctively. Why was this person chatting with him on the stage instead of fighting?

"You were responsible for Jiu Yang, weren't you?" Duan Feng Bu’er still hadn't looked up, but his voice was already transmitted through the amplification magic to the ears of everyone present.

"It wasn't me!" Jiu Yang Fengcai puffed out his chest forcefully. He absolutely could not admit it at this moment; twenty thousand people here could testify for him.

"Is that so?"

Before the echo of Duan Feng Bu’er’s words had faded, the battle saber he rarely used flashed down instantly, landing precisely on Jiu Yang Fengcai’s right shoulder. The saber, wrapped in formidable Dou Qi, met no resistance and cleaved his right arm clean off.

This was...? Jiu Yang Fengcai watched his severed arm sail away from his shoulder, the scarlet blood erupting into the sky. A tsunami of shock crashed through his mind. This Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior dared to maim someone in combat!

Pain! Only after the shock subsided did Jiu Yang Fengcai feel the agony of his severed limb. Duan Feng Bu’er’s blade moved too quickly! So fast that the feeling of the arm falling didn't register immediately.

The members of the Battle God bloodline family below the stage froze collectively. What was this? Had the kid gone mad? While fatalities sometimes occurred during the Rookie King Tournament, it was clear Duan Feng Bu’er was not aiming for a ring victory; this time, he clearly intended murder! He was going for the kill!

Possessing a Solid Saint level of strength made defeating Jiu Yang Fengcai utterly trivial, no different from crushing an ant.

Jiu Yang Fengcai had stepped onto the stage primarily to defend the glory of the Battle God bloodline lineage, expecting nothing more than eventual defeat.

Having his arm severed? That was something nobody had anticipated!

Under the gaze of two hundred thousand people, given the immense disparity in power, the one who could easily dictate the outcome of the fight was now striking to sever an arm. This was no less than slapping the face of the Battle God lineage in front of everyone!

"Duan Feng Bu’er!"

From the main platform, an enraged roar shook the entire venue. It was the current patriarch of the Battle God bloodline lineage, Jiu Yang Lingyun!

Duan Feng Bu’er didn't spare a glance for the furious Jiu Yang Lingyun on the stage. The battle saber in his hand swept down once more, severing Jiu Yang Fengcai’s left arm, instantly rendering him a cripple.

He means to kill me! He really means to kill me!

Jiu Yang Fengcai looked into Duan Feng Bu’er’s icy eyes and finally understood: this man truly intended to kill him, and the patriarch’s roar wouldn't make him stop.

"I surrender..."

"Thinking of surrendering?" Duan Feng Bu’er’s palm clamped around Jiu Yang Fengcai’s throat. His razor-sharp nails dug slowly into the skin, and visible tendrils of black essence flowed from beneath the nail into Jiu Yang Fengcai’s flesh and muscle.

"Say that name out loud for me to hear." Duan Feng Bu’er released his grip on Jiu Yang Fengcai’s throat, slowly stepping back two paces. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching with a faint smile as Jiu Yang Fengcai opened his mouth wide but could not utter a single sound. His tongue, usually quick enough to animate the dead, felt like a dead piece of wood, motionless, devoid of any sensation.

Numb!

Jiu Yang Fengcai realized his tongue was completely paralyzed! Poison? The venom of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline? Terror shot through Jiu Yang Fengcai’s pupils again. Nothing in this world held a poison more terrifying than that of the Nine-Headed Serpent lineage!

"Poison? You think too highly of yourself." Duan Feng Bu’er’s smile held a cruel edge. "You think you'll get a comfortable, poisoned death? Dream on. I used a paralytic! And it only targets your tongue. Your body will still feel every agonizing bit of pain."

The ordinary battle saber shimmered brilliantly for the third time in Duan Feng Bu’er’s hand, slicing off Jiu Yang Fengcai’s right leg as he tried to turn and flee. An entire thigh, trailing blinding blood, hit the ground.

Jiu Yang Fengcai collapsed immediately after. His remaining left leg desperately tried to push against the ground to scramble backward, seeking escape beyond the ring's boundary—survival! If he could just live, his mind would devise even more venomous plots to kill this base warrior who dared to harm him!

One strike... ten strikes... a hundred strikes...

Slices of flesh were peeled from Jiu Yang Fengcai’s body, the organs beneath the bone becoming clearly visible. Yet, his life force did not immediately depart.

Malicious! Cruel! Savage!

The audience, previously dozing off, snapped awake instantly.

It wasn't excitement at the brutal display, but rather astonishment and fear inspired by its sheer cruelty. Deaths had happened at the Rookie King Tournament before, but never had such one-sided butchery occurred. This wasn't a fight; it was outright slaughter!

"Duan Feng Bu’er, you court death!" Jiu Yang Fengxing roared shrilly, bursting from the crowd. His Battle God bloodline activated instantly, and he charged toward the stage. Even if it meant disqualification, he could not stand by while Duan Feng Bu’er tortured his younger brother like this.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Thump!

As a towering voice echoed from above, Qian Jin descended from his metal throne, blocking Jiu Yang Fengxing’s path. The Dou Soul of his Three Saints in One form loomed behind the throne, looking down upon the grimly resolute Jiu Yang Fengxing. "You and Jiu Yang Fengcai conspired against Qi Jiu Yang, leading to the annihilation of his entire squad. Fine. So why can't Bu’er kill your brother in the same manner?"

"Qian Jin, move aside!" Jiu Yang Fengxing stared at Qian Jin, whose body was still smeared with blood, unable to advance another step. "This has nothing to do with you."

Aura! A powerful field emanated from Qian Jin, immovable like the opened floodgates of a massive dam.

"What concerns Bu’er is what concerns me," Qian Jin watched Jiu Yang Fengxing quietly. "You can try."

"Qian Jin, Qi Jiu Yang is one of our Jiu Yang family," Jiu Yang Fenghua slowly emerged from the crowd, looking sincerely at Qian Jin. "If the death of Qi Jiu Yang is indeed connected to the brothers Jiu Yang Fengxing and Fengcai, I will give you a fair reckoning. The Jiu Yang lineage absolutely does not harbor traitors!"

Jiu Yang Fengxing shuddered involuntarily. The family rules of the Battle God lineage recorded that traitors were to be executed by slow slicing! That matter should have been handled cleanly; no one should have known! Did this Jiu Yang Fenghua truly hold some leverage?

As Jiu Yang Fenghua appeared, the Battle God bloodline warriors behind her all mobilized, instantly forming an aura that could challenge Qian Jin’s, relying on sheer numbers.

"What? Try to overwhelm with numbers?" Isasel appeared behind Qian Jin, followed by warriors bearing the Pseudo-Dragon bloodline.

Fen Tu Kuang Ge stood silently behind Qian Jin, his strength of One Body, Two Saints held back by no measure, drawing further attention from countless onlookers.

The stoic Zhen Ce sighed and also positioned himself behind Qian Jin.

The young warriors of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline, before anyone else could react, also gathered behind Qian Jin.

"The Jiu Yang traitors will be dealt with by us; it’s not your place to handle them," Qian Wu Xingchen brought his own contingent to join Jiu Yang Fenghua’s side.

Lei Long Li glanced around, let out a sigh, and led his group toward Qian Jin’s rear, shrugging at Jiu Yang Fenghua’s confused gaze. "Apologies, I support Qian Jin on this matter. However, I will not forget the honor of the Ultimate Bloodline. Defeating Qian Jin remains a goal I must achieve."

A massive brawl?

The two hundred thousand spectators suddenly realized that the situation outside the ring was far more electrifying than the slaughter happening inside. The young generation gathered here had clearly chosen sides in this unfolding event, hinting that a full-blown clash could erupt at any moment, completely disregarding the spirit of the Rookie King Tournament.

The anger in Jiu Yang Fengcai’s eyes had long been replaced entirely by terror. He hadn't witnessed such savage demons even on the Human-Demon battlefield!

"Now, you can die," Duan Feng Bu’er drove his battle saber through Jiu Yang Fengcai’s heart. The dripping, blood-soaked saber pointed