Jiuyang Fenghua sighed again, truly failing to comprehend this Jiuyang Fengcai. Duan Feng Bu’er was affiliated with Qian Jin and the others. Back then, when Mu Ne Zhen Ce dared to violate the rules and strike down the fake Qian Wuqing directly, it meant that today Duan Feng Bu’er would similarly disregard rules. If he truly intended to kill, he would do so regardless of whether you yielded!

Even if it meant confronting the entire Jiuyang Noble Family, Duan Feng Bu’er would still kill! These young men were not merely audacious; they knew nothing of fear!

Only those who feared nothing could push their intentions to the absolute extreme.

Jiuyang Fenghua looked up toward the spectator VIP box at the Family Head, noticing that Jiuyang Zhenzong was already exhibiting readiness to intervene and save someone at any moment. Clearly, this master of the War God bloodline house also understood the character of Duan Feng Bu’er and his group of youths.

Jiuyang Fengcai! Though not the most favored candidate for the ultimate bloodline power awakening, he was still a rare prodigy, confirmed by many elders as the most likely among the bloodline warriors to achieve Celestial Awakening and enter the True Saint realm.

Such potential was an exceedingly, exceedingly, exceedingly precious resource for any family.

For a family specializing in ultimate bloodline warriors, across three generations, the total number of True Saint realm experts produced typically numbered around ten at most. For the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Families, having six across three generations was already a remarkable achievement.

Even Pan Hongji’s generation in the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family only saw him and his younger brother reach the True Saint realm.

Top-tier bloodline families like the War God lineage regarded any warrior with the potential to reach the True Saint level as an infinitely important asset—the essence of the essence, the elite of the elite.

Even the most supreme War God lineage house could not afford to lose a powerhouse of this caliber.

On the damaged arena stage, the gazes exchanged between the two young powerhouses were far from the tranquility seen between the previous pair. Hatred, rage, and killing intent collided in the air—almost generating visible sparks—and even those seated in the stands could smell the gunpowder essence between them, demanding one fatality.

The referee stood between them, announcing the simple combat rules: if one party surrendered, both must cease attacking instantly; violation would incur severe national legal sanctions.

In the short delivery of these few sentences, the referee’s face flushed crimson, feeling as if a massive, ten-thousand-jin stone was pressing on his chest, threatening to shatter his ribs, while his internal organs already hinted at incipient hemorrhage.

One was a War God bloodline warrior seasoned by the life-and-death struggles of the Man-Demon Battlefield; the other, an arrogant Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warrior who had stepped into the True Saint realm through countless life-or-death battles. The collision of their auras alone was almost capable of physically fatiguing matter.

“Have you both memorized all the rules? Then, begin!”

Having finished his instructions, the referee turned and fled the platform swiftly, unwilling to linger on that shattered stage for a second longer.

The moment the referee darted off the stage, he spat out a mouthful of hot blood; he had actually been shaken by the sheer collision of their auras.

Jiuyang Fengcai’s sword-like eyebrows arched, his rage transforming into raging battle fire, his power surging upward. His Battle Soul erupted, instantly activating the War God bloodline, and his Battle Body rapidly coalesced. He broke through the Void Saint realm, his strength climbing continuously. He raised a hand to point at Duan Feng Bu’er: “You openly murdered my brother…”

Duan Feng Bu’er, having completed one step of his True Saint bloodline Battle Body freedom, slipped past Jiuyang Fengcai’s arm and clamped onto his throat. His blade-like fingernails left deep marks on the War God Battle Body’s skin, poised to pierce the protective layer at any moment.

Crack… crack…

What Jiuyang Fengcai tried to utter turned into inarticulate sounds, making it impossible to know what he was trying to say.

The heroic face of the War God Battle Body flushed purple with blood, and the pressure inside his skull caused his eyeballs to strain, bulging outward, outward, ever outward.

Jiuyang Fengcai began to wonder if his eyes would simply explode from the sheer force, plunging him into eternal darkness.

“On the battlefield, in a life-or-death struggle, where would you get the chance to spout nonsense?” Duan Feng Bu’er squeezed Jiuyang Fengcai’s throat tightly, his grip as unyielding as iron pincers. No matter how hard Jiuyang Fengcai struggled with both hands, he couldn't pry open those snake-mouth fingers. “Abandoned by scum like you, Qiuyang probably can’t even close his eyes in death!”

Duan Feng Bu’er lifted Jiuyang Fengcai by the neck, raising his feet clear off the ground. Like a chick, his legs kicked uselessly in a desperate struggle. The powerful Void Saint bloodline warrior was momentarily as fragile as tofu, utterly at the mercy of Duan Feng Bu’er’s manipulation.

Jiuyang Fengcai failed repeatedly to break free. Startled into action, he reacted quickly, pressing his hand downwards and reaching to grip Duan Feng Bu’er’s neck, attempting to choke him to death in the same manner and force his opponent to release him.

Clang!

Jiuyang Fengcai’s five fingers struck Duan Feng Bu’er’s neck, producing the sound of metal impacting metal! His own War God Adamant Finger couldn’t even penetrate his opponent’s protective combat skill? Just how terrifyingly strong was this man?

“You want to choke me? With hands that can’t even crush a chick?” Duan Feng Bu’er’s snake-fang-like nail pierced Jiuyang Fengcai’s neck, injecting wisps of black gas and viscous fluid directly into his Adam’s apple.

The black energy spread rapidly, instantly dyeing Jiuyang Fengcai’s neck dark, as if coated in indelible ink.

Poison! Jiuyang Fengcai felt an indescribable itching in his throat, as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at his windpipe, tearing at his bones, and sucking his blood. A scorching flame baked his throat.

Duan Feng Bu’er swung his arm, flinging Jiuyang Fengcai’s robust body onto the ground, sending a cloud of dust scattering.

“Ah… Ah…” “Ah…” “Ah……………”

Jiuyang Fengcai opened his mouth to shout, only to find his vocal cords were damaged and unresponsive, unable to produce normal syllables.

“The tournament stipulates that as long as one party calls surrender, the fight stops, correct?” Duan Feng Bu’er grinned sinisterly, flexing his shoulders. “Provided, of course, that you can actually shout out ‘surrender.’ The toxin of a high-tier magical beast, amplified by my recent improvements in strength—you have no hope of curing it!”

Poison! A potential special ability awakened by Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline warriors upon activating their power. Rumor even held that some Nine-Headed Serpent bloodlines could dictate the nature of the power they awakened.

Jiuyang Fenghua slowly closed his eyes. Duan Feng Bu’er’s move was exquisite; he could achieve a life-and-death duel without technically violating the competition rules by rendering his opponent incapable of conceding.

Jiuyang Fengcai’s face was flushed crimson, desperate to speak, yet finding it utterly impossible to form a single coherent syllable.

“Look at your chest; it’s already starting to blacken,” Duan Feng Bu’er’s smile held a chilling ruthlessness. “Soon, the poison will spread throughout your body, gnawing at your Battle Meridians and Apertures, chewing your bones and flesh, dragging you into the earth! That’s right! Something like you is not qualified to reach the brilliant heights of the stars! You only deserve the endless darkness below!”

A cold current shot up Jiuyang Fengcai’s spine straight to the back of his head. Instantly chilled to the bone, he stared at Duan Feng Bu’er and violently thrust his feet against the ground, sprinting at high speed toward the edge of the arena!

Escape! As long as he fled the stage! Falling outside the boundary meant defeat! He wouldn't need to say a word to surrender; action could signal defeat.

“Trying to run?”

Duan Feng Bu’er slowly raised a hand toward Jiuyang Fengcai, who was nearing the edge, and instantly enveloped him with his Soul Domain.

The next moment, Jiuyang Fengcai found Duan Feng Bu’er standing less than ten meters ahead of him, blocking the path.

What was happening? Jiuyang Fengcai slammed his feet down, barely stopping his momentum from crashing into the obstacle ahead.

His feet struck the ground! His Void Saint strength pulverized the flagstones into powder, his knees sinking into the earth as he finally halted his charge. His pupils darted around in shock, trying to ascertain if Duan Feng Bu’er had somehow teleported off the stage first.

“Run… Run…?” Jiuyang Fengcai stared blankly around him. How could this be? Why was this happening? Just now, I—” “Instant Teleportation Soul Domain!”

Jiuyang Fengcai suddenly recalled the terrifying Soul Domain Duan Feng Bu’er possessed: the ability of instant teleportation. It could move him, and it could move his opponent. The only limitation was that he couldn't arbitrarily move a stronger expert, but if a strong expert agreed to be moved, then movement was possible.

“You can try to escape. If you manage to leave this stage, I concede you win,” Duan Feng Bu’er’s face was as cold and bleak as millennia-old ice. “If you can’t flee the arena within one minute, your end will be death by my hand.”

Fear! Jiuyang Fengcai felt a dread unlike any he had known. Even when facing imminent death countless times on the Man-Demon Battlefield, his chest held only soaring battle intent, not this crushing fear. The Duan Feng Bu’er before him seemed less like a Nine-Headed Serpent warrior and more like the undefeated Demon King of this age.

Run, he must run! This man was unbeatable! Only when he awakened his Celestial or even Ultimate potential could he hope to kill this person! He had to survive now, or there would be no future to discuss.

Jiuyang Fengcai’s battle intent vanished instantly, and he spun around, rapidly charging toward the edge of the stage once more.

“If I let you run away like this, I’ll write my name, Duan Feng Bu’er, backward.”

The Instant Teleportation Soul Domain enveloped Jiuyang Fengcai yet again. Just as he was about to escape the platform, his body reappeared less than ten meters from Duan Feng Bu’er.

You fell for my trap! Jiuyang Fengcai’s eyes, filled with terror, suddenly turned venomous. He reached into his Battle Realm and pulled out a Cross Spear—a Saint Artifact!

A peak Void Saint expert wielding a Saint Artifact possessed power comparable to a True Saint!

Closing the ten-meter gap at high speed, the spear shot out like a venomous snake!

The moment the tip of the Cross Spear appeared, it was almost pressed against Duan Feng Bu’er’s chest. The rapidly spinning spear formed a vortex, a grinding hole capable of instantly shredding any object entering it, giving no opportunity to grasp the weapon!

“A sneak attack?”

Duan Feng Bu’er’s Truth Eye spun in his pupils. The high-speed spinning spear appeared almost motionless in his vision. Every subtle change was clearly visible.

Where was the strongest tearing force, and where was the area of least resistance.

A strike terrifying to others was riddled with flaws in Duan Feng Bu’er’s sight. He calmly extended two fingers, inserted them into the void created by the grinding spear that tore the very air, and pinched the rotating blades.

Clang! The body of the spear rang with a metallic chime, and countless sparks bloomed into brilliant fire around the tip. The rotating Cross Spear abruptly stopped. A searing pain shot through Jiuyang Fengcai’s palm; the thick calluses on his hand were completely pulverized, revealing bloody, raw flesh.

“Using such a fine spear is a waste on you,” Duan Feng Bu’er flicked his wrist, and the spear went directly into his own palm. “I suspected you might possess a Saint Artifact. It seems my approach was correct.”

His carefully crafted poison plot! The might of the Saint Artifact spear! It was utterly nullified in an instant! Jiuyang Fengcai felt the pressure of true death, even hearing the footsteps of the Grim Reaper approaching.

In that instant, Jiuyang Fengcai felt the proud spirit of the latent War God bloodline within him struggling against fate’s encroachment. His Earth-grade awakened bloodline stirred at this moment! True Saint!

That’s right! Jiuyang Fengcai felt the power of the War God bloodline rapidly awakening within him. In just a few seconds, he would be an equal True Saint realm expert to Duan Feng Bu’er!

Jiuyang Zhenzong’s pupils contracted sharply. He awakened! The True Saint power awakened so young! Jiuyang Fengcai was indeed a promising bloodline warrior; he absolutely could not be allowed to die! Bad! Duan Feng Bu’er’s killing intent flared!

“Even if you transform into a True Saint, you won't beat me. But I intend to let you die carrying the regret of almost reaching the True Saint realm.” Duan Feng Bu’er spun the Cross Spear in his hand, mimicking Jiuyang Fengcai’s attack method, but the high-speed grinding force was even more ferocious as it lunged toward Jiuyang Fengcai.

“Spare his life beneath the spear!”

Jiuyang Zhenzong could no longer sit calmly. Duan Feng Bu’er had insidiously used poison to destroy his opponent’s vocal cords, making it impossible to shout surrender, and his instant teleportation ability controlled the opponent, preventing escape.

Death? Impossible! It was hard enough for a bloodline warrior family to produce a True Saint expert; he could not be allowed to perish this way!

A colossal War God Battle Soul erupted from the VIP box, reaching the level of a True Saint’s battle qi, generating an impact stronger than a tornado, sweeping the ordinary people nearby into the sky.

To save his junior, Jiuyang Zhenzong abandoned all restraint. The surge of power transformed his body into a comet hurtling toward the stage. His hand reached out in mid-air, forming a massive handprint of battle qi that lunged toward Duan Feng Bu’er’s back to halt him.

Pan Hongji frowned slightly. Jiuyang Zhenzong was relatively rational; while saving his junior, he hadn't launched a violent attack against Bu’er, merely intending to stop his action. If he intended to attack Bu’er, then I won’t hesitate to intervene.

Jiuyang Zhenzong felt relieved that Pan Hongji and Li Ba behind him had not moved. These two had experienced a massive surge in strength overnight; if they had moved to stop him, it would have been difficult to block Duan Feng Bu’er. If these two hadn't been present, he would have smashed Duan Feng Bu’er into meat paste with a single punch and then simply requested forgiveness from His Majesty, leading troops back to the Man-Demon Battlefield.

Duan Feng Bu’er swung the spear in his hand toward Jiuyang Fengcai’s body without looking back, showing no intention of dodging the palm strike coming from behind.

“Disrupting the Rookie King Tournament rules—that seems inappropriate, doesn’t it?”

Qian Jin’s voice sounded, and he had already appeared behind Duan Feng Bu’er. He raised a fist, unleashing a Chaos Bomb—a fist formed by the friction of countless disorderly combat skills, instantly shattering Jiuyang Zhenzong’s palm energy, which hadn't been deployed with full force.

The saving palm energy was shattered? Jiuyang Zhenzong’s eyes nearly split. He instinctively realized that saving Jiuyang Fengcai without harming Duan Feng Bu’er now seemed nearly impossible.

“You dare obstruct this War God! Do you not wish to live? Get out of the way!”

With his junior’s life hanging by a thread, Jiuyang Zhenzong ignored everything else. His chest burned only with rage. He stopped holding back, clenching his five fingers into a fist in the air. The atmosphere of the entire combat arena shifted, and a vast aura, as if time had flowed for tens of thousands of years in an instant, rapidly permeated the space. Almost everyone experienced the illusion that ancient imperial dynasties from history were rapidly shifting before their eyes.

They rose from prosperity, only to decline, embodying the unchanging truth.

Dynasty Rise and Fall Seal! The ultimate combat skill of the War God lineage!

To save his junior, Jiuyang Zhenzong abandoned all reservation. The young man blocking his path was arguably the strongest among the current younger generation, a genius powerhouse who could rank among the True Saints.

Duan Feng Bu’er’s intent to kill Jiuyang Fengcai was enough to infuriate Jiuyang Zhenzong. He had restrained himself out of respect for the Serpent Emperor’s face, but now someone was interfering!

Jiuyang Zhenzong’s rage surged. It seemed he hadn't made a move in too long, and people were starting to forget the might of the War God bloodline!

Dynasty Rise and Fall Seal! One aspect rises, increasing strength; one aspect declines, reducing strength!

The most potent Rise and Fall Seal could boost the caster’s strength tenfold while reducing the opponent’s strength to a meager tenth!

Of course, this method of boosting strength tenfold via the 'Rise Seal' would cause irreversible aftereffects to the caster’s body. However, a simple doubling of strength wouldn't leave sequelae, only consuming significantly more battle qi.

Jiuyang Zhenzong attacked in fury. The aura of decline enveloped Qian Jin’s body, like invisible lake water, pulling Qian Jin’s body bit by bit toward the endless abyss.

The aura of prosperity steamed fiercely within Jiuyang Zhenzong’s body, his strength instantly soaring. He unleashed a punch that incorporated the vicissitudes of the entire human dynasty into it. The rise and fall of empires, the ebb and flow of human life—everything changed—rolled in with this single punch, carrying the unstoppable tide of ten thousand, a hundred thousand years of history, engulfing everything, melting everything, and absorbing everything!

A person’s life, no matter how magnificent, appeared so small and fragile against the backdrop of the rise and fall of empires spanning millennia.

An ordinary person only needed a glance to involuntarily open their heart, surrender resistance, and willingly meet this punch, hoping to add everything they were to that historical torrent, becoming a single drop of water, a grain of sand in that endless current.

“Jiuyang Zhenzong—I’ll curse your entire family!”

Pan Hongji suddenly roared from the VIP box. His Nine-Headed Serpent Battle Body activated instantly. The rampaging battle qi scattered disregarded the people previously blown into the sky—it lifted them higher, and also swept people farther away into the air. A large section of the spectator stands beneath his feet instantly shattered into powder and collapsed. The Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji’s body had already vanished from his seat. Paired with the free combat skill gifted by Qian Jin, he utilized the Thunder Soul Domain, taking a lightning step toward Jiuyang Zhenzong, while his Devouring Soul Domain descended from above, terrifyingly similar to an ancient demon beast about to swallow the entire stage.

Qian Jin felt the historical torrent of rise and fall surging toward him. As the aura of decline pressed down, the Life and Death Star Seal within his body naturally turned.

Whether rising or falling, everything ultimately fails to escape the existence of life and death.

Empires and history—under the gaze of the stars—were merely processes, continuations of a beginning, and evolutions of chaos. Their ultimate destination was termination!

The beginning is Chaos! The end is Termination! Everything else is merely the transformation occurring between these two states. No matter how things change, they cannot jump outside of Chaos and Termination. All existence merely enriches the process between the dense and the final.

Qian Jin stood unmoving, stepping gently forward with his left foot, continuing the Great Trend Method of steadfast advance without retreat. He clenched his right hand in the void, where countless battle seals collided chaotically, grasping the very essence of Chaos, evolving the initial threads of history. All the surging aura of decline rolled into that empty, gripped fist.

“Everything begins in Chaos, and everything must eventually return to Chaos. Chaos evolves all things…”

Qian Jin subconsciously articulated his realization. The powers of Chaos and Termination suddenly found their true common ground and smoothly merged. The rolling historical torrent instantly tasted different, as if finding its source, like a great river entering the sea.

Pan Hongji moved fast, but the Nine Yang True Sect had started earlier, moving even faster. The Dynasty Seal of Rise and Fall descended, meeting Qian Jin’s Dynasty Seal of Rise and Fall. At the instant the two ultimate forces collided, there was no explosion, not even a sound.

The next moment! A thunderous roar of clashing Dou Qi erupted, spreading rapidly from the single point where their fists met, outward, outward, outward, forming an endless storm that swept across the audience of two hundred thousand. Those closer were instantly blown into the air, while those further away quickly squeezed their eyes shut, raising their hands to shield them, as if the storm itself was slicing at their eyelids.

The arena—it collapsed, pulverized, at that moment.

The shattered stone fragments did not fly outward; instead, impacted by the intense force, they all shot toward the sky. Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of fist-sized stones lifted off, hovering at various distances around Qian Jin. They ascended with incredible speed, yet to the onlookers’ eyes, the ascent seemed agonizingly long, stretching out like an eon.

The arena fractured piece by piece, the stones separating bit by bit. They slowly drifted upward, past Qian Jin, soaring to even greater heights before detonating again in the heavens, releasing the Dou Qi that had been infused within their very bodies.

Fists met, the arena shattered, storms raged, and broken stones ascended.

For a moment, the world seemed frozen. Everyone watched the astonishing scene—a young, ordinary warrior confronting one of the current strongest masters.

Pfft!

Every pore on Qian Jin’s body burst open, and a dazzling mist of blood erupted violently from within, completely enveloping him in crimson vapor, making him look like a demon resurrected from a sea of blood.

Wounded! Since the start of the Rookie King Tournament, he had never been injured! Qian Jin, the young prodigy who remained unscathed even during his fierce battle with Qian Zhanxuan, was finally hurt!

The few who could still manage to open their eyes to witness this nearly cried out in shock.

Pan Hongji’s high-speed trajectory abruptly halted mid-air. He stared at Qian Jin’s proudly upright figure on the stage, who had fearlessly met the punch from the Nine Yang True Sect, one of the foremost powers today.

He blocked it—he actually blocked it!

Li Ba clenched his fists excitedly. The Nine Yang True Sect’s move today was entirely different from Qian Zhanxuan’s on that other day! Back then, Qian Zhanxuan hadn't managed to unleash his full strength before Qian Jin had already shattered every Dou Skill he could—even continuously unleashing his body-damaging Super Void Soul Dou Skill twice just to barely hold on against Qian Zhanxuan for a minute.

Today, the Nine Yang True Sect exerted his full might to save a junior. Although time constraints prevented him from reaching absolute peak power during the explosive surge, he had still executed the War God Bloodline’s strongest Dou Skill: the Dynasty Seal of Rise and Fall!

This time, Qian Jin also hadn't had the chance to fully bloom his strength—two seals made escalating his power far more difficult than for anyone else. Moreover, he had only shattered sixteen Dou Seals in that instant to withstand the blow.

Such growth in such a short time could only be described as frightening, terrifying.

Under the impact of that single punch, the Nine Yang True Sect’s pupils contracted, contracted, and contracted again! A sliver of chilling light flickered within those pupils, radiating an inexpressible astonishment.

The Dynasty Seal of Rise and Fall focused on sheer might, but what erupted was concept! The surging current of history—everyone was insignificant and humble before this tide. It was meant to instantly suppress the opponent's momentum and reduce their power.

But...

The Nine Yang True Sect could not comprehend how, in the moment the two fists collided, his own aura nearly collapsed. The surging tide of history became completely uncontrollable for an instant. It was as if the world descended into chaos, and under the influence of Qian Jin’s bizarre punch, the overwhelming historical torrent appeared diminished, his combat power instantly reduced by one-tenth.

One-tenth! For masters engaged in combat, even half a measure can determine life or death; one-tenth... that was enough to ensure absolute death.

The Nine Yang True Sect secretly congratulated himself. Fortunately, this young man’s Dou Qi was insufficient, and his explosive power was lacking, otherwise, his punch might have completely disintegrated.

Qian Zhanxuan’s body trembled slightly. He hadn't died even after blocking that punch?

The other True Saint warriors rose to their feet, staring blankly at Qian Jin, who was merely injured after taking a blow from the Nine Yang True Sect.

Boom, boom, boom...

The two colliding fists unleashed more latent power. Countless cracks began to spiderweb across the ground beneath the arena. Many of the defending Mages began spitting blood, while others broke out in cold sweats, struggling to maintain control. The former head of the Elf Bloodline unleashed his full magical power, joining the magic legions to stabilize the safety of the Dou Qi Arena.

Tear, tear, rip...

Sounds of tearing cloth erupted repeatedly from the location where the arena had been destroyed. Two human arms and two human legs appeared in the sky.

The limbs exploded instantly in mid-air, turning into countless fragments of gore, impossible to reattach even with the finest physicians and apothecaries working together.

“Aaaah... ahh...”

Accompanying the sound of tearing fabric was the shrill scream of Jiu Yang Fengcai.

Duan Fengbuer, wielding the Holy Cross Spear, had utterly dismembered Jiu Yang Fengcai, not only crippling his four limbs but also skewering the spine protruding from his back, leaving him sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud, convulsing uncontrollably, his status—dead or alive—impossible to discern.

“Qian Jin! You dare obstruct me from saving him!”

Veins bulging on his forehead, the Nine Yang True Sect’s face twisted with fury. His True Saint power surged rapidly, and the fist he had retracted reformed the Dynasty Seal of Rise and Fall once more.

“You want to stop my friend from taking revenge? Ask me first!” Qian Jin glared back at the charging Nine Yang True Sect, ready at any moment to unlock the seals within his body to contend against this current supreme master.

Under the seal, Qian Jin knew clearly that he still could not fight a battle of life and death against this master.

The Nine Yang True Sect’s veins throbbed, his eye corners twitching violently as rage surged into his heart. Watching a future pillar of the War God Bloodline being annihilated, he felt these young people possessed courage vast enough to envelop the stars!

“You killed one of mine; I kill one of yours! This is fair! Serpent Emperor, if you want a clan war, then let it be! Since you obstruct me from saving someone today, I will kill you to settle the score!”

The Nine Yang True Sect roared toward the heavens in his immense fury. The Bloodline Warriors of the Nine Yang Clan seated in the audience rose in unison, their various Dou Qi flares shooting skyward, their battle intent colliding with the raindrops falling from above.

“Want to kill Qian Jin? Ask me first!”

Fen Tucuangge strode forward, unleashing the full power of his Dual-Soul True Saint form, standing firmly beside Qian Jin like a steel spike driven into the ground next to him.

“If you want to touch Boss Qian Jin, ask me first!”

Pan Mengcheng activated his True Saint power via the Elf King Battle Form, standing like a javelin next to Qian Jin. A light flashed from his wrists, instantly unlocking the seal power. His formidable Dou Qi soared uncontrollably, rushing toward the heavens and immediately drawing everyone’s attention. Pan Mengcheng, previously not widely known, was powerful to this degree? Not inferior to Fen Tucuangge or Li Dongfeng!

“Patriarch Nine Yang, if a war is what you desire, Pan Moshen will accept the challenge on behalf of my clan.”

True Saint! Unsealed! Pan Moshen stood quietly beside Qian Jin, his immense power too dazzling to look upon directly.

“Old Patriarch... I am Qian Jin’s friend.” Li Dongfeng nodded an apology toward Li Ba in the sky, activating his True Saint power. With his imposing physique, he stood guard beside Qian Jin, facing the Nine Yang True Sect, one of the true supreme masters of this age, and declared, “If you wish to kill Qian Jin, you will have to step over my corpse.”

A nod, an apology, and stepping forward...

Li Long's sequence of actions carried a meaning only understood by the major clans. It meant that even if Li Ba ordered him right now to renounce his status as the Li Family Patriarch Heir, he would still do this.

Major families rarely initiate war; even minor clans avoid conflict if possible. Now, the Nine Yang True Sect was truly enraged, determined to kill Qian Jin regardless of the consequences.

Li Dongfeng knew he couldn't yet speak for the Li Family, but his actions clearly signaled his choice to the clan.

“A war, then? Let it come! To kill Qian Jin, you must ask us first!”

Duan Fengbuer’s Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Squad appeared in unison behind Qian Jin.

Pan Moshen’s elite squad also took their positions behind Qian Jin, as did Li Dongfeng’s team.

“Boss Qian Jin, though I am young and my strength isn't yet peak, I will always support you.” Isayel left her banner and, with her small team, guarded Qian Jin’s side.

“Abandon Nine Yang! Did you see it in the Star Realm? I’ve avenged you! Did you see it, Abandon Nine Yang! I have a group of friends behind me now! You can watch in peace in the Star Realm; you don't need to worry about me anymore!”

Duan Fengbuer roared toward the sky. The hatred and rage suppressed in his heart over the past few days were completely released the moment he killed his opponent. His Nine-Headed Serpent Dou Soul suddenly began to swell, expand, expand! Eighteen serpent eyes glowed with an eerie crimson light, and a nascent awakening of bloodline power radiated from his body.

These past few days, Duan Fengbuer’s emotions had been heavily restrained. Their sudden release triggered the awakening of his dormant bloodline power! Earth-Grade Awakening! Entering the True Saint realm!

Duan Fengbuer’s Holy Artifact entered Sainthood; having used one less awakening power, merely reaching Earth-Grade Sainthood was enough to propel him into the True Saint realm!

Another True Saint!

A True Saint who hadn't even undone the seals within his body, ready to unleash another surge of power at any moment!

Everyone knew that these young warriors standing beside Qian Jin each bore a strange seal, meaning their current strength could not offer the most direct assessment of their total combat power.

“Who dares touch my man?”

Gu Yuejiaying and Huang Quan descended together to stand beside Qian Jin.

And there was a young man so handsome that any woman would want to slit her own throat in despair. He stood quietly beside Qian Jin, his eyes fixed on everyone around them with hostility.

Check Foorite. He didn't need to unleash any power! His mere presence was enough to make the contemporary masters sense a dangerous aura—he was a sharp sword hidden in its sheath!

Five True Saints! And they were no ordinary True Saints! Along with a contingent of Saints and Half-Saints!

The other Bloodline Patriarchs in the VIP section swallowed repeatedly. This lineup... this lineup rivaled the strongest core force of a major bloodline clan, and not one of the less prominent top ten bloodline clans, but one of the very highest-ranked!

Check Foorite! All the Bloodline Patriarchs focused their attention on this quiet warrior who hadn't displayed any power. As seasoned masters, they shared an instinct: this young man who had shown nothing was likely a True Saint!

But no one knew his true origins or what bloodline warrior he was. If he was a True Saint, which tier of True Saint was he?