The roiling dark clouds in the sky began to churn once more.

"Lightning of the heavens! Your obstruction shall only serve as a stepping stone for me to ascend into a greater warrior! Unleash your lightning, temper the future strongest! Three-Headed Golden Dragon! Open your dragon eyes! Forge the supreme glory you have possessed since the age of antiquity!"

Peal after peal of lightning struck into Li Dongfeng's Thunder Soul Domain. In the center of the head of the roaring Three-Headed Golden Dragon Battle Soul in the sky, a vertical eye suddenly appeared, precisely like the vertical eye on Li Dongfeng's forehead.

Apart from the difference in size, it was an identical vertical eye!

As that eye opened, the entire temperament of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon Battle Soul underwent a massive change. A boundless beam of light forcefully punched a hole through the dark clouds above, allowing the sun's radiance to temporarily spill into the fighting arena.

Li Ba’s hands tightened, crushing the armrests before him into dust as he stared rigidly at the transformation of Li Dongfeng’s Thunder Dragon Battle Soul. This was a change never before seen in the entire lineage of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon!

Though he couldn't decipher what this change signified, he knew at least that it was a good one!

Because the feeling emanating from Li Dongfeng's Battle Soul at this moment was utterly different; it no longer felt like a mere Battle Soul, but rather a real Three-Headed Golden Dragon that had traversed the primordial chaos, spanned history, and descended into this very era.

"Surpassing all generations, reaching the apex! The dragon eye manifests, the curse breaks!"

Li Dongfeng roared, and another three hundred chains binding him snapped. Fewer than six hundred chains remained, still restraining the young powerhouse on the verge of breakthrough.

It stopped. It stopped once again.

Li Dongfeng’s ultimate breakthrough had not been completed, yet the immense power surging through him had officially surpassed that of Qian Jin, who sat upon the metal throne.

Every expert present could sense that the strength displayed by Li Dongfeng now was vastly, immeasurably stronger than Qian Jin’s power when he had just thrown that single punch from his throne.

"Dongfeng," Fen Tu Kuangge smiled with utter satisfaction, then slowly turned his gaze toward Fen Tu Kuangxiao's side. The smile on his face immediately froze.

Fen Tu Kuangxiao was also smiling, but the vitality of life had long since vanished from his pupils.

Death! Fen Tu Kuangxiao, the most prodigious warrior of the Fen Tu family's Venerable Scriptures, Fen Tu Kuangge's most beloved elder brother, was gone!

You dare to fight, and I dare to watch! Even if my life has passed, I will stand among those stars, watching you finish this fight.

Fen Tu Kuangge instantly absorbed every lingering thought from Kuangxiao at the moment of his death—even in death, he would keep his eyes open to watch his brother fight and uphold the glory of the Fen Tu family.

"Brother..."

A heart-rending, immeasurably painful howl echoed out, one whose sorrow every person could discern. The air was saturated with Fen Tu Kuangge's grief.

"Kuangge, remember, your surname is Glory Fen Tu."

"Kuangge, you may bleed, but you must not weep! At least over physical pain, you must never cry, because we are men, and you bear an honorable surname."

"Kuangge, we carry the hopes of all the common people in the entire Zhence Dynasty."

"Kuangge, it's nothing. If I lost, I lost. Even if the opponent used despicable means, I was defeated. If I had enough strength, their schemes would have been useless."

"Kuangge, Big Brother is leaving now, to seek the power that allows ordinary people to stand at the peak."

"Kuangge..."

These words, these memories, echoed ceaselessly in Fen Tu Kuangge's ears.

Fen Tu Kuangxiao departed with a smile, leaving with few regrets. He knew his younger brother had a group of reliable friends. He knew his brother had broken into the final sixteen—a feat the Fen Tu family had only dared to dream of. He had witnessed his brother capable of fighting against True Saints.

Previously, no Saint-level expert would have spared the Fen Tu family a second glance.

Now, the strongest inheritor of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline, in order to show sufficient respect to Kuangge, had unsealed what should never have been unsealed.

Fen Tu Kuangxiao was content; he left with almost no lingering regret, leaving behind only Fen Tu Kuangge’s boundless sorrow.

"Brother, I haven't reached the finals yet."

"Brother, I haven't defeated all the bloodline warriors yet."

"Brother, I still have regrets, so many regrets, why did you..."

Grief, rage, happiness, and joy are all emotions.

Emotions, usually, possess no true power. But when a person reaches a bottleneck limit, emotions can sometimes generate force.

This is not melodramatic. It is like a collapsing house, where a mother, to protect her child, can use her bare hands to support a beam heavy enough to crush ten of her.

Beneath the surging tide of emotion, the two Battle Souls behind Fen Tu Kuangge generated streams of unique power. This battle qi surged into Fen Tu Kuangge’s body. His physique, already infused with countless high-grade metallic essences, began to stir, undergoing subtle transformations.

That was the aura of a Saint! Though his physical body couldn't compare to Qian Jin's artifact-like flesh, it was now sufficient to reach the level of a Soul Weapon. In this moment, scoured by battle qi and amid the ebb and flow of emotion, he took the final step.

"With the body as the weapon, with the energy as the guide, forging the true body with the soul—I am the True Saint!"

Fen Tu Kuangge spoke each word deliberately. His injured body recovered rapidly, and wisps of Saint Qi began to ascend from within him.

In the spectator stands, many people wore metal jewelry, and many held various weapons. Even the crown on the head of Bao Long Zhence trembled at this moment.

All metal objects, save for Saint Artifacts, were vibrating. Many strong individuals immediately retracted their battle weapons into their Soul Realms; the trembling of their weapons suggested an inexplicable danger to them.

Snap! Snap! Snap-snap-snap-snap...

The ornaments on the bodies of twenty thousand people shattered, one after another, with incredible speed. Even the crown on Bao Long Zhence’s head, the thumb ring on his finger, and the metal clasp on his belt disintegrated instantly!

Above the fighting arena, a layer of metal aura, visible to the naked eye, hung in the air. The aura roiled like countless stars or a flowing river of constellations. They surged violently into Fen Tu Kuangge’s body.

At this moment, all the experts understood: Fen Tu Kuangge was undergoing the final True Saint metamorphosis!

If a bloodline warrior could awaken their bloodline power instantly and directly step into the True Saint realm, Fen Tu Kuangge was an ordinary warrior advancing under extraordinary circumstances. He required time; he needed accumulation.

If this kind of advancement occurred on the Human-Demon Battlefield while he was alone, Fen Tu Kuangge would surely perish!

The advantage of bloodline warriors advancing to True Saint over ordinary warriors was fully exposed at this instant.

Many people frowned, worrying for Li Dongfeng. If a warrior with Dual Souls stepped into the True Saint realm, the surge in power wouldn't be minor. Now was the best chance to defeat Fen Tu Kuangge; why hadn't he struck? Why hadn't he attacked yet?

An opportunity! Don't let this best chance slip by!

Golden skin, golden light!

Fen Tu Kuangge radiated a dazzling golden light all over his body. Even without the sun’s rays, even beneath the churning storm clouds, his body shone with this golden luminescence, appearing like a miniature sun ready to dispel the heavens at any moment.

True Saint! Fen Tu Kuangge slowly raised his head, surveying his surroundings as he manipulated the boundless metallic aura flowing within him. True Saint! The difference of a single line, yet the power gap was as vast as the distance between the stars and the earth!

The power of Fen Tu Kuangge’s dual souls soared continuously, but the sorrow in his pupils had barely lessened. He quietly watched Fen Tu Kuangxiao, who died with a smile: "Brother, I've reached True Saint. Watch me fight. I'll fight for you to see!"

"Watch me fight!" Fen Tu Kuangge looked up at the rolling dark clouds. "Brother, you are watching me from above the stars, watch me fight for you!"

The rainwater, which had been tumbling in the air all night without touching the ground, finally began to fall.

A water droplet the size of a bean struck a spectator’s forehead, splashing into a pretty little flower pattern, failing to awaken the spectator who was stunned by the shock of Fen Tu Kuangge achieving True Saint status.

Then, sheet after sheet of bean-sized water droplets poured down as if the gods were using buckets, filling the entire Divine Capital city in a continuous downpour driven by the wind.

At this moment, people realized it was raining heavily.

Those who had brought umbrellas opened them and continued watching. Those without umbrellas simply let the heavy rain batter them, showing no intention of leaving.

Battle Qi and Battle Souls enveloped the bodies of the two True Saint powerhouses; the rain could not actually touch them.

For the first time, excitement and relief surfaced on Li Dongfeng’s face. It was cause for relief that his friend had reached True Saint, and it was cause for excitement that his opponent could finally allow him to fight seriously.

"Dongfeng, sorry to keep you waiting." Fen Tu Kuangge withdrew his gaze fixed on the stars and calmly looked at the Thunder Dragon Li. "This time, I won't disappoint you."

"I imagine not," Li Dongfeng said, flexing his shoulders. The lightning accompanying the torrential rain in the sky all fell into his Thunder Soul Domain, brewing and enhancing the domain that had already greatly improved upon his entry into the True Saint realm. "After I defeat you, I will conquer everyone, ultimately defeat Qian Jin, and ascend to the throne of the Newcomer King."

"Those are the words I wish to speak as well," Fen Tu Kuangge declared, spreading his arms. The raindrops falling around him instantly froze in mid-air, completely motionless!

For that instant, it seemed as if time around Fen Tu Kuangge had truly stopped!

It was not genuine time stasis, but rather the falling raindrops were being controlled by the Great True Gold Soul Domain. Though they appeared to be water droplets, the solidification by the Great True Gold Soul Domain made each one as hard as the metal ball bearings forged by master smiths.

No one had ever possessed a Great True Gold Soul Domain! And no one knew the correct way to utilize it; Fen Tu Kuangge was forced to grope his way through it all.

More and more raindrops accumulated around him. Any droplet falling from the sky, once entering his Soul Domain, would halt, suspended in the air.

"Dual Souls, Dual Domains, cannot compare to the Thunder Soul Domain of my Three-Headed Golden Dragon," Li Dongfeng raised his right arm high, gathering countless bolts of lightning in the air to form a massive sphere of thunder.

The three soul domains collided fiercely in the air. The eye could not see the impact, but each clash resulted in a muffled thunderclap, sending chaotic air currents flying everywhere. Only the solidified raindrops in the air merely trembled slightly, showing no intention of falling.

"Ten thousand raindrops, heed my command! Pierce Armor!"

Fen Tu Kuangge suddenly waved his arm, and the countless raindrops in the sky shot toward Li Dongfeng. The air hissed with the sound of ten thousand arrows flying, chuuuu-chuuuu-chuuuu. Each water droplet left a distinct wake of air currents, making the sky look as if it had been sliced into countless fragments, giving the impression that space itself might shatter at any second.

"Golden Dragon controls electricity, commands the stars! Charge Formation!"

The thunder sphere in Li Dongfeng’s hand transformed into countless bolts of electric arrows, faster than the raindrops, rushing forward to meet them. The electric arrows and the metal-hard raindrops met in the air, much like the countless warriors clashing with legions of demon warriors on the Human-Demon Battlefield, resulting in an intertwined struggle where victory was hard to determine.

Raindrops burst, electric light dissipated. The sounds of explosions in the sky completely drowned out the thunderous roars of the dark clouds.

The two young powerhouses were diligently exploring their own unique battle techniques. Qian Jin’s invincible punch had opened a new direction for them, while simultaneously telling the entire younger generation that he had once again moved ahead of them, beginning his own journey to discover his ultimate skill.

The veteran experts watching the clash between the two young men could only smile wryly. Previous Newcomer King tournaments were fought for glory; once engaged, the combatants fought with full power until one emerged victorious.

Now, these two, arguably the strongest contenders among the current young generation, were not fighting at full strength. Instead, they were using the duel to verify their hypotheses and engage in mutual communication.

To outsiders, the two looked locked in a violent, intense exchange. But to insiders, these two were sparring and communicating, not yet reaching the stage of a life-or-death battle.

Qian Jin watched for a while, then suddenly retracted his throne and began walking toward the exit of the arena.

"Qian Jin, what's wrong?" Duan Feng Buer asked curiously.

Qian Jin turned and looked up at the two locked in battle: "They are sparring and communicating. If this continues, there won't be a third match."

Duan Feng Buer was startled. Both were True Saint level. While their exchange looked spectacular, it consumed very little of their battle qi. Having unlocked their seals, they faced no pressure in their attacks. As long as they didn't wildly detonate their battle qi, their reserves were enough to sustain this kind of sparring for days without fatigue, provided they weren't starving.

"Boss Qian Jin, don't go," Yishasai'er stood up to block Qian Jin’s path, smiling broadly. "You might have missed the competition rules?"

"The Newcomer King Tournament has rules?" Qian Jin was stunned. Wasn't the tournament unlimited, requiring only the successful defeat of the opponent to advance? Only this unrestricted style of combat could forge true warriors.

The weird restrictions taught in schools—no hitting the lower abdomen, no hitting the back of the head, no using elbows—could never cultivate a truly capable fighter.

"Of course, there are rules. For example, no tardiness; ten calls unanswered means forfeiture." Yishasai'er kept stealing glances at the battle overhead. "One rule states that if the exchange lasts more than an hour without a winner, it's declared a draw. Both sides rest for one hour, then continue fighting."

Rest for an hour then fight again? Qian Jin stopped, an embarrassed smile touching his lips. He truly hadn't paid much attention to the tournament rules this time.

"Ten thousand rains gather, condensing water into blades!"

Fen Tu Kuangge, having reached True Saint status, casually reached out in the air. The myriad raindrops converged into his hand. Under the might of the Great True Gold Soul Domain, the raindrops from the sky merged and compressed into a transparent water-droplet battle saber!

Ten thousand drops formed the shape of a Zhanmadao (horse-cleaving saber), Qian Jin’s preferred weapon. Countless water snakes coiled around the hilt and the edge of the blade, hissing softly.

The Zhanmadao has always been a field weapon for breaching formations and breaking defenses! Often, several men were needed to wield one effectively!

Wielding the Zhanmadao, Fen Tu Kuangge's aura immediately surged, displaying the might of an unstoppable general charging into battle. Countless raindrops integrated into the weapon, and the edge of the saber grew larger and larger!

Most spectators couldn't grasp the power of this Zhanmadao, but true warriors would never underestimate this killing implement fashioned entirely from rainwater!

When the Great True Gold Soul Domain solidified the air, ordinary people riding warhorses at high speed hitting the domain would essentially be crashing into a solid steel plate, turning man and horse into paste! Even armored riders would see their armor severely warped!

If the air could be reinforced to this degree by the Great True Gold Soul Domain, then solid water droplets, under the domain's solidification, would naturally be vastly stronger than the air itself. While the essence of the saber was water, anyone who dared treat it as such would have no future—a saber made of water could easily slice a person into fragments.

The giant water saber tore through the sky. Every drop of rain it passed was sucked into the weapon. Countless water pythons wrapped around the saber, swirling and roaring, revealing sharp, dripping fangs.

"A thousand bolts of lightning, forge my Soul Domain! Power of Thunder, command the world!"

Li Dongfeng gathered a massive blue electric spear in his palm. Bolts of lightning, with claws and teeth bared, leaped around the spear, forming a three-headed dragon that coiled around it, emitting sizzling electrical sonic booms.

One water, one electricity!

One saber, one spear!

Two forces capable of shattering city walls collided head-on, the residual force splashing outward as both sides separated immediately upon contact.

The transparent water saber was missing half its blade, and the tip of the electric spear had lost some of its flowing light. The first collision did not yield a decisive victory for either side.

The two great young powerhouses engaged again, neither gaining much advantage. They exchanged knowing smiles and moved again. Electric light and water droplets became the aerial focus. Ordinary people could only see the splashing electricity and water droplets, and hear the deafening rumbling booms; they couldn't discern the figures moving faster than the wind.

One hour. A full hour of non-stop sparring between the two newly ascended True Saints. Their control over their Soul Domains and their combat techniques improved significantly within this hour.

Both had just entered the True Saint realm and lacked the fine control over True Saint power that veteran experts possessed. They needed adaptation; this hour of intense fighting provided far richer insights than outsiders could imagine.

"A... draw...?"

The referee's evaluation carried a great deal of uncertainty. Many sessions of the Newcomer King Tournament had passed without a time-out or a draw.

"En! A draw," Li Dongfeng stated calmly. "Announce it."

The referee, instantly snapping back to attention, hurriedly announced in a loud voice: "Fen Tu Kuangge versus Li Dongfeng, a draw! We will resume the battle in one hour!"

The mages in the surroundings immediately relaxed, many collapsing to their knees, gasping heavily. Their thick magic robes were thoroughly soaked by both rain and sweat.

Tired! The old mages who had participated in securing the previous Newcomer King Tournament shook their heads in shared exhaustion. This job was more fatiguing than the previous finals. If these two had unleashed suicidal attacks just now, could their defensive barrier truly stop the residual shockwaves of their combat?

No! The old mages responsible for security in multiple Newcomer King tournaments shook their heads repeatedly. Leaning on their magic staffs, they slowly rose from the ground and staggered toward Bao Long Zhence.

"Your Majesty, I request an increase to ten times the number of mages to manage this magic array."

"Ten times that many?" Bao Long Zhence frowned slightly. "The finals in previous years..."

"Your Majesty..." Pan Hongji drawled lazily from the side. "The weaklings from past tournaments cannot compare to these youngsters today. And is ten times the number of mages even enough?"

"I think twenty times would be safer," Li Ba interjected. "Twenty times is the absolute minimum requirement. If you want absolute safety, you best raise the number to forty times..."

Pan Hongji nodded approvingly, giving the old patriarch a thumbs-up. "Old Patriarch, sharp vision."

Li Ba smiled without replying. The old mage stared blankly at the two top experts of the current era. What were they thinking? Forty times? Was this preparation for opening hostilities on the Human-Demon Battlefield? Were they planning to assassinate the current Great Demon King?

Bao Long Zhence looked seriously at Pan Hongji, noticing that his old friend, who used to kick him in the backside as a child, showed no sign of joking on his face; his expression was utterly serious.

"Then gather forty times the amount," Baolong Zhence sighed, looking at the young warriors near the arena with great perplexity. These two young men were indeed incomparably powerful; their True Saint strength was enough to contend with the older generation of True Saint experts, but after all, there were only two of them.

Why the need for forty times the amount? Could it be?

Baolong Zhence's gaze fell upon Qian Jin, and he was suddenly startled. Li Dongfeng and Fen Tu Kuangge were both friends of Qian Jin, and they shared the same seal.

When that seal was opened, their strength surged dramatically... "Could it be that..." Baolong Zhence's gaze shifted to Duan Feng Bu'er, and then again to Isasael, and finally to Pan Mengshen and Pan Mengcheng.

Could it be that these young people all share the same seal? If they all unsealed their power, their strength would..." Baolong Zhence instinctively focused his eyes on Qian Jin.

Did this ordinary warrior also possess a seal? If he also had one, and then opened it, wouldn't his theoretical strength surpass that of young warriors like Li Dongfeng and Fen Tu Kuangge, who could rival veteran True Saints?

Baolong Zhence frowned deeply. The other veteran True Saint experts all looked at the younger generation of strong fighters around the arena with furrowed brows, trying to guess which of them might possess the same seal.

To become a top expert in this era, besides having better innate talent and bloodline awakening than others, one's mind was generally not dull. Seeing the performance of Li Dongfeng and Fen Tu Kuangge, they immediately attributed this reason to Qian Jin.

Who was Qian Jin? The number one blacksmith, the number one inscription master, the number one alchemist, and the number one mysterious potion master of the current age!

Perhaps only he could create such a peculiar seal? But how could this seal help others boost their combat power so violently in a short time?

The experts all had their unique intense training methods, but not a single one dared to claim their rate of improvement could reach the level of Li Dongfeng and Fen Tu Kuangge. If there were not just two such young warriors, but three, four, five, or even more!

If Qian Jin could endlessly produce such seals... then...

The veteran experts exchanged glances, seeing the same thought forming in each other's eyes: Build a relationship with Qian Jin! Although it might be a bit late now, it wasn't entirely past the point of no return!

Putting aside the power of Ultimate Awakening, any individual who benefited from Qian Jin's seal would have an astonishing future development! Several of the very peak True Saint experts even directed looks of suspicion toward Pan Hongji and Li Ba.

Last night, the ones who stole the spotlight were not the young Pan family warrior and Li Dongfeng who had just ascended to True Saint, but these two top veteran experts who had not displayed their strength for a long time! The top experts of the Zhence Dynasty were extremely familiar with each other; they could usually guess each other's strength with 90% accuracy, even if not perfectly.

However, the ferocious strength displayed by these two veteran experts last night had completely surpassed everyone's estimations. That burst of power was strikingly similar to the frantic explosion displayed by those two veteran experts last night.

As warriors, no one wished to be weaker than others, and as top warriors, they especially wished to stand at the very apex of all warriors. For countless years, there had never been such a large discrepancy at the level of top warriors.

Now, with the appearance of this young ordinary warrior, he had not only overturned the common sense of Dou Bing (Battle Weapons) and solved the problem of ordinary warriors being unable to reach Sainthood, but he had even completely shattered the balance of power among the very peak warrior groups! What other astonishing feats would this young warrior achieve in the future?

The experts suddenly realized that they had never truly seen through this Qian Jin one time. He appeared to be standing in the forefront, yet he was truly the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

Now, many of the experts standing visibly on stage had his shadow behind them. He...

was like a street puppeteer, controlling these already powerful warriors to become even stronger. Warriors, although possessing different temperaments, shared an inherent spirit of hot-blooded masculinity—the thrill of brute force combat was almost etched into every warrior's bones.

Qian Jin granted them greater power, so as long as they were not utterly heartless, they would genuinely thank him from the depths of their hearts. The more people there were like this, the greater Qian Jin’s personal strength and influence would become.

Moreover, with the emergence of this ripple effect of power, subsequent development would snowball rapidly. The deeper the snow, the more solid the core!

The family heads of the experts all knew clearly that even if they might not have the opportunity to reach the core now, they must try their best to stay close to it. That would not only help improve their own strength but also greatly benefit their descendants and their entire families!

What was Pan Mengcheng's true strength? What about Pan Mengshen?

And Isasael? And that incessantly boastful Duan Feng Bu'er?

The experts repeatedly sized up the calmly seated group, and then Duan Feng Bu'er, who was lying in the marsh, before finally focusing their speculation on Qian Jin! This man, seated on the metal throne, showed not the slightest change in expression while witnessing Li Dongfeng and Fen Tu Kuangge successively unleash power sufficient to startle even the Great Demon Kings.

It was as if he feared no threat to his throne from such strength. Qian Jin acted so high-profile...

If he were defeated, it would be a monumental disgrace, enough to warrant immediately drawing a blade across his own throat. Unless he possessed sufficient trump cards and strength!

The Real Saint level experts, who once held an elder's perspective when facing Qian Jin, were now collectively looking up—truly looking up. That’s right!

Real Saint level experts were already close to the true pinnacle of warriors. They quickly understood that Qian Jin must also have a self-sealed state.

How strong would he be when he unleashed his seal? Clearly!

In that state, he should genuinely possess enough qualification to contend with Qian Zhanxuan without having to shatter his fighting skills! As for whether he could win?

That was probably something only the Stars could know. The faces of the other sixteen warriors showed varying expressions.

Qian Wuxingchen’s proud eyebrows held a trace of solemnity, while Jiuyang Fenghua’s expression carried a faint sense of release—no one knew what this favored daughter of the Jiuyang family was thinking. Jiuyang Fengcai’s hostile eyes held even more curiosity and wariness, constantly observing Duan Feng Bu'er resting on the ground.

Wuming, still wearing that expressionless poker face, made it impossible to guess what this mysterious young warrior was thinking. Shan Chuan's face, chiseled and resolute like stone, revealed a hint of cautious thought.

Qian Wuqing crossed his arms across his chest, smiling happily, his gray eyes radiating confident light. "Duan Feng Bu'er versus Jiuyang Fengcai!" "Excellent!" Duan Feng Bu'er roared, leaping high from the mud pit, and made a throat-slitting gesture in the air toward Jiuyang Fengcai as he said, "Whether you've washed your neck clean or not, I'm going to slaughter you next!" Jiuyang Fengcai paused.

I haven't even had a chance to be happy yet, and you're already celebrating? The one who killed my younger brother...

"Jiuyang Fengcai, yield." Jiuyang Fenghua's voice suddenly rang out, drawing the curious gazes of many toward this talented female warrior of the Jiuyang family. "What did you say?" Jiuyang Fengcai stopped walking toward the stage and turned back, glaring fiercely at Jiuyang Fenghua: "Don't think you can order me around just because you've been designated as the family heir.

You need to know, you are not the true Patriarch yet! You want to command me?

Wait until the moment I achieve Ultimate Awakening, and I doubt the family will let you remain the head! A woman?

She should obediently stay home cooking and washing clothes." Jiuyang Fenghua looked calmly at the irate Jiuyang Fengcai: "Your brother died at Duan Feng Bu'er's hands. I completely understand your anger right now.

And I can certainly comprehend the desire to kill him and avenge your brother. But you need to know..." Jiuyang Fenghua stopped looking at her kin and shifted his gaze to Duan Feng Bu'er: "If you want revenge, first you must have the strength to defeat this Duan Feng Bu'er." "I can't beat him?" "You cannot beat him." Jiuyang Fenghua shook his head with solemn sincerity.

Jiuyang Fengcai's two eyebrows were squeezed so hard together they formed a character resembling the Chinese character for 'Chuan' () between her brows: "You don't want me to avenge my brother, do you? You’re afraid that if I kill Qian Jin, I’ll ruin your chance to build a relationship with him, aren't you?" Jiuyang Fengcai sighed, and a hint of mockery appeared on her usually expressionless face: "I just want to preserve a bloodline warrior in the family who can become stronger in the future.

You will be killed if you go up now. And, what's more..." "Of course..." Jiuyang Fenghua shrugged his shoulders: "That's assuming he intends to instantly kill you, rather than torture you first.

Otherwise, you will die horribly." Jiuyang Fengcai shivered inexplicably, and deep confusion flashed in her pupils again. Does this Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior also have a seal inside his body?

Can his strength also multiply explosively? "Yield," Jiuyang Fenghua said again, shaking his head: "You have no chance of victory.

I can feel the bone-deep hatred and killing intent he harbors for you." "Give up?" Jiuyang Fengcai's eyelids twitched repeatedly, ruthless glints of color spreading across every corner of her face: "My brother was killed right before my eyes, by his own hand! And now you ask me to give up?

Jiuyang Fenghua, if it were you! Would you give up?

He is powerful, but does that make me, Jiuyang Fengcai, a mere weakling?" Jiuyang Fenghua slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly, saying no more. Did he make a mistake by recruiting Jiuyang back to the War God bloodline family back then?

If he hadn't recruited that genius to the family, Jiuyang Fengcai's brother wouldn't have framed Jiuyang out of jealousy until death, and Duan Feng Bu'er naturally wouldn't have sought revenge for Jiuyang, leading to this deadly conflict with Jiuyang Fengcai's brother. "If there's a sealing power, even better!" Jiuyang Fengcai's pupils flickered with excited battle intent: "My own reserves have also reached their peak.

Under this kind of pressure, I should be able to break through and become the strongest young generation of the Jiuyang clan!" Duan Feng Bu'er stood tall on the stage, pointing a finger across the air at Jiuyang Fengcai below the platform: "Come up, and die!" Die? Jiuyang Fengcai coldly sneered twice dismissively.

The Newcomer King Top Sixteen competition was different from the preliminary rounds. The nation protected the sixteen fighters, as they were all seeds of the fiercest warriors for the future Human-Demon Battlefield.

The rule stipulated that if one party loudly announced their surrender, the opponent could not continue the attack.