The Nine Yang True Sect, Pan Hongji, Li Ba, Qian Zhanxuan—along with the heads of various bloodline families, each a True Saint-level expert—formed a formidable lineup of over a dozen people.

While this group might not be the strongest in the current True Strategy Dynasty, they were undoubtedly the most powerful figures in their respective families. Even the Demon Clan would be shocked and on high alert upon seeing them. Now, this powerful lineup, strong enough to keep the Great Demon King awake at night, appeared at the gates of the imperial city, lined up in a row, emanating a subtle aura of hostility and generating an indescribable pressure.

That pressure caused the warriors guarding the imperial city to retreat a thousand feet away. Approaching even slightly would result in them being overwhelmed by the sheer power of this lineup, causing them to cough up blood and faint.

Before the massive imperial city gates, there were only these dozen or so powerful figures. Their presence was enough to calm the minds of a million-strong army, and enough to give the million-strong Demon Clan army nightmares all night long.

The unsuspecting crowd peered curiously, wondering what so many powerful figures gathered before the imperial city gates. Aside from those serving in the military and the top experts from various powerful families, this gathering comprised all the top experts the Zhen Ce Dynasty could muster!

If one were to say that the Zhen Ce Dynasty was preparing for a final battle against the Demon Race, countless people would believe it; otherwise, there would be no reason for so many peak experts to appear here.

They represented the true pinnacle of power, surpassing the peak strength of all previous generations of powerhouses, except for those with ultimate bloodlines.

Qian Jin stood at the imperial city gate, observing this group of experts—the pinnacle of the Zhen Ce Dynasty, capable of contending with the strongest beings of the Demon Race—and instantly understood their intentions.

Those possessing such strength were certainly not fools.

While Pan Hongji and the others could guess what Qian Jin wanted to do, Qian Jin could easily guess the purpose of their presence here.

These older generation powerhouses, in order to preserve the continuation of the younger generation of powerhouses in the Zhen Ce Dynasty, will definitely try to stop them.

This is out of good intentions, and it's a stance that must be firmly upheld.

"Qian Jin, stay." Pan Hongji spoke calmly, his words revealing the care of an elder for a younger generation: "You're not stupid, much less a fool. The demons are doing this largely to lure you there and kill you. They understand you as well as we understand you, knowing you will definitely go." Li Ba nodded slightly: "In this situation, you won't be able to rescue your witch; instead, you'll lose yourself, and even your friends."

"We'll find a way..." The burly, booming voice of the pseudo-dragon bloodline patriarch, Isa Xiongfeng, said: "Whether it's redeeming her or any other method, we'll try our best to bring back a living Lucifer Liushui for you." Almost all the True Saint-level powerhouses nodded. The light in their eyes wasn't perfunctory, but a promise—a warrior's promise to fulfill even at the cost of their lives.

Qian Jin sighed softly: "From your perspective, I understand and agree with your thoughts. If I were you, I would do the same, even more drastic. But regret…

…"

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Qian Jin's lips. He shook his head slightly and sighed again: "I'm not on your side. I need to stand on my own side, on a man's side.

My female demon is suffering in the Demon Realm, possibly to be killed by demons at any moment. If I just wait and hope someone else will save her, am I even a man?"

"The Demon Realm wants me to go? Then I'll go!" Qian Jin stepped forward, defying the aura of the older generation of powerhouses: "Even if it means fighting against the entire Lucifer Dynasty, I will rescue my female demon."

Pan Hongji and Li Ba exchanged a bitter smile. This was Qian Jin! Actually, everyone knew before they came that persuasion wouldn't be effective, otherwise he wouldn't be Qian Jin.

"Qian Jin, you can leave," Jiu Yang Zhen Zong pointed at Qian Jin, "but the young people behind you can't go! They are the future of our Zhen Ce Dynasty! We absolutely cannot let the future of our Zhen Ce Dynasty warriors be jeopardized because of you alone..." "Shut up!" Duan Feng Bu Er picked his ear with his little finger, revealing an impatient look: "Our future is not for you to decide."

Jiu Yang Zhen Zong's face immediately darkened. He, the patriarch of a family with the bloodline of the God of War, was someone even demons wouldn't dare to be so arrogant towards. This young Hydra bloodline warrior was so rampant, clearly because Pan Hong Ji was backing him!

"No room for negotiation?" Pan Hong Ji made a final effort, his tone full of pleading.

"How can we negotiate?" Qian Jin looked at Pan Hongji with a wry smile. "Talk to the Great Demon King about releasing the demons? They'll never release them. Let me stay? Uncle, if you were me, would you stay? Please tell me honestly." Pan Hongji closed his eyes and nodded gently. "If I were you, I would also fight the demons. What kind of man is he if he can't even protect his own woman?"

"So... there's no room for negotiation." Qian Jin shrugged and spread his arms. "I have to go. My female demon is waiting for me. Uncle, if you understand what I'm saying, please make way for me, thank you."

"I understand you, but I won't make way."

Pan Hongji shifted slightly, joining the other powerful figures to form a tighter circle around the city gate. "I have my own stance," he said. "My stance is that I absolutely will not allow someone I admire to take this risk, even if they hate me afterward. I also cannot let a young person I admire gamble with their life." Li Ba nodded silently, his sharp, hawk-like eyes revealing a resolute will, telling these young people that none of them would leave the capital today.

"Then I must offend myself," Qian Jin bowed deeply to Li Ba and Pan Hongji. "I must go to the Fallen City. It seems I have no choice but to fight my way out."

Fight their way out? Hearing this, Li Dongfeng's body trembled slightly. What surged within him was not worry, but a strange excitement and impulse, an indescribable sense of pride spreading through his chest.

All the young warriors present were excited. Fight their way out! Face the older generation of powerful figures, fight with your fists!

"Today, none of you will leave." "Qian Zhanxuan spoke, and his domineering aura immediately spread out. His majestic body, like that of a god, blocked the center of the road: "You are warriors of the Zhen Ce Dynasty, not the squires of any one person! Your glory lies in the battlefield between humans and demons! Not in going to the demon race to make trouble and die." Many veteran True Saints nodded in unison, their eyes filled with affirmation. The war between humans and demons had dragged on for tens of thousands of years, and even the entire True Strategy Dynasty couldn't wipe out the demon race in one fell swoop. What could they possibly do with so many young warriors? It was nothing short of suicide.

For the first time, Qian Jin looked calmly at Qian Zhanxuan, the tall figure he had once looked up to and admired in his childhood. He was one of the guardians of the True Strategy Dynasty, yet he also oppressed his own people who hadn't awakened their bloodline power. And, in his so-called insistence, he had killed Gu Yue Jia Ying's mother and personally murdered Uncle Fabredis.

This was a man with his own principles, living in a world he had created! Qian Jin slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and then suddenly opened them. The radiant light from his eyes illuminated the sky outside the imperial city, as if a bolt of lightning had truly streaked across the heavens.

"What a pity! Qian Zhanxuan, we are not on the same path! I said it!" "One day, I will make your Qian family respectfully send off my father, and I will make my father the head of the Qian family! I swear, I will avenge Uncle Fabredis!" Qian Jin looked at Qian Zhanxuan: "Therefore, even if I go to the Demon Realm, I won't die. I will also come to completely destroy the Qian family! Before that, I will destroy you first! Today, no one can stop me! Even if the Great Demon King appears, he still cannot stop me!" "

The words left his lips, and the seal was broken!

During the Rookie King Tournament, all the new generation of young powerhouses, even working together, couldn't force Qian Jin to break his second seal. Now, Qian Jin himself had broken it.

A soaring aura, accompanied by a powerful storm, swept outwards from Qian Jin's center, clearing away the dust from the ground! The aura of a powerful figure was clearly displayed on Qian Jin!

At the same time, it also shocked most of the older generation of powerhouses!

Such battle qi strength had surpassed! Surpassed the strength of most of the older generation of powerhouses!

One-on-one? The heads of the ten bloodline warrior families silently calculated and found that the chances of them winning against Qian Jin were almost zero. He had truly entered the pinnacle of his current state, even comparable to the current Great Demon King.

The Nine Yang True Sect's expression was ashen." A pale, ashen complexion was no longer sufficient to describe his expression.

Just a short while ago, this patriarch of a family with the bloodline of the God of War had boasted that he would engage in a life-or-death duel with Qian Jin and Duan Feng Bu Er a month later.

Now it seemed that he wouldn't even need Duan Feng Bu Er and Qian Jin to fight together; he simply couldn't win.

Qian Jin's strength far exceeded everyone's imagination and calculations.

In a short time, Qian Jin had surpassed countless predecessors, reaching a level of power rarely seen among true experts. The veteran powerhouses were calculating how many of them would need to attack together to subdue Qian Jin and prevent him from going to the Demon Realm.

Now, the strength Qian Jin had unleashed made it clear to everyone that as long as he lived, he would become the invincible Demon King in one-on-one combat on the human-demon battlefield. His Majesty is about to encounter his most formidable opponent.

No matter the means! This young man must be captured! A True Saint-level expert quietly withdrew from the battle, quickly disappearing at the rear, heading straight for the towering magic tower of the Mage Guild.

The best way to control this group of young warriors is to utilize the power of mages—groups of mages! To trap them firmly! Once Lucifer Liushui is burned to death by the demons, then Qian Jin and the others will only have one way to avenge themselves: enter the human-demon battlefield and slaughter the demons!

How strong is Qian Jin? How powerful are the young people behind him? If their rage is unleashed on the human-demon battlefield, it will be a nightmare for countless demons, and will also create a powerful suppressive force against them.

Qian Jin now... Now, the group behind Qian Jin, having endured the trials of the final battle in the Rookie King Tournament, are all rapidly improving—a comprehensive and all-encompassing improvement. Even if Li Dongfeng were to suddenly awaken his ultimate power, no one would be surprised.

"Fight!" These three words echoed across the imperial city, resonating in the hearts of all the powerful figures. To make the decision to fight against the most formidable veterans of the current True Strategy Dynasty—what domineering spirit! What fierce power! Even Qian Zhanxuan's aura couldn't compare to Qian Jin's heroic spirit at this moment.

Pan Hongji and Li Ba exchanged a bitter smile again. Although they had long anticipated Qian Jin's words and actions,

the moment they truly heard him utter those words, their souls were still deeply shaken.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for further words." Pan Hongji slowly stepped forward, surpassing the other veteran powerhouses, standing at the forefront of the group, looking at Qian Jin: "I, Qian Jin, will keep you here no matter what, and you will leave no matter what." "Well then, kid...we'll inevitably have to fight."

Helpless, helpless, helpless, and more helpless!

Qian Jin's face was filled with helplessness. Who could have imagined this day would suddenly come? The Serpent Emperor was clearly doing him a favor, yet he was forced to fight Pan Hongji.

Saying anything more was pointless. Every extra word wasted time.

Before Pan Hongji moved, the Nine Yang True Sect had already moved!

As Qian Jin's strength surged, the War God Bloodline Clan Head could no longer remain calm. If he allowed Qian Jin to strike first, he felt his fighting spirit might crumble!

Attack! Attack! Attack! Seeking a breakthrough under pressure! This was a key advantage of bloodline warriors over ordinary warriors.

Ordinary warriors' emotions rarely dictate their fighting strength, but bloodline warriors, due to the powerful and mysterious force within their bloodline, could cause their fighting strength to fluctuate under the influence of their emotions.

"Qian Jin! Stay here!" "..."

"Nine Yang True Sect took a deep breath." His inner fighting spirit surged, the air around him exploding with power, his shoulders slightly broadening, making him appear even more upright, like a war god awakening from slumber.

Instantly, his clothes fluttered under the impact of his fighting spirit, everyone could feel the immense power and transformation.

"His body was like a majestic mountain, his soul like a war god! Nine Yang True Sect's entire body radiated golden fighting spirit, as if draped in divine light, illuminating the surroundings. Instantly, everyone sensed the formidable strength of the three ultimate bloodline families. Nine Yang True Sect's strength had improved even further since the Rookie King Competition!"

"Nine Yang True Sect unleashed its full power, its strength and aura both surging," rapidly closing the gap with Qian Jin's invincible aura.

The next moment, it opened its mouth and roared, its breath like that of a lion or a tiger, the sound piercing metal and splitting stone, exuding a divine domineering aura, reminiscent of a god's wrath that could kill all.

With a series of roars, the air around Nine Yang True Sect exploded, its aura surging, as if endless power was rising.

With a roar, its right foot slammed into the ground, its entire body moving like a high-speed train, rushing straight towards Qian Jin. Each step was like the movement of a war god, the earth shaking violently, creating streaks of light that could... A massive fissure into which a person had fallen.

With just a single leap, two deafening thuds echoed, the vibrations and sounds of the right foot striking the ground followed by the rapid stomp of the left.

The two thunderous strikes demonstrated the extraordinary power of the Nine Yang True Sect's expert.

Especially the second strike; the explosion simultaneously created a crater tens of meters deep, its power reaching the point of shaking the stars, even more ferocious than the aura unleashed by the Rising Star.

In an instant, the Nine Yang True Sect integrated their spirit, battle qi, and fighting techniques into a true unity; they... The expansion and increase seemed endless, as if it would never reach its true limit.

The Nine Yang True Sect's battle qi strength hadn't increased much, but his combat power instantly reached a new realm he had never reached before.

A punch was unleashed, containing invincible confidence! The Nine Yang True Sect had never been so confident, even believing that even the Great Demon King couldn't withstand this peak-of-the-peak punch!

Qian Jin, with his hands behind his back, watched the Nine Yang True Sect's fist pressure, his eyes flashing with a faint light. That light, upon seeing the Nine Yang True Sect, caused his spirit to tremble slightly once more. An indescribable thought spread through his mind.

Those weren't human eyes! Those eyes were filled with the essence of the stars, as if the stars themselves were born from those eyes, and all things in the world were born from them.

Although it felt absurd, the Nine Yang True Sect truly felt it. His mind wasn't filled with fear, but rather fell into a state of great tranquility, as if he had found the end of truth. In an instant, a new understanding rose in his heart, and his aura surged once more.

"The True Sect has broken through again!" Li Ba raised an eyebrow slightly. "This level of strength is two levels higher than before. Fighting with him will indeed become very troublesome." "..."

Li Ba was one of the oldest and most powerful figures of the generation. Hearing this, the veteran experts understood even more clearly the current strength and state of the Nine Yang True Sect.

The Nine Yang True Sect unleashed a punch, and the pressure of the punch wasn't merely violent destruction. His every movement exuded the aura of a war god descending to earth, and the force of the punch subtly carried the weight of an era's changes.

Even those experts who hadn't directly faced the punch were slightly frowning at its force, as if their own lives would be shaped by this single blow—rise, fall, glory, and disgrace…

A single punch encapsulates the joys and sorrows of life; a single strike reflects the vicissitudes of the world!

The Nine Yang True Sect had unleashed the pinnacle of his life's power! Without needing to shatter any battle seals, it was still the strongest strike! This level of mastery far surpassed the level of shattering battle seals; even shattering battle seals wouldn't add the slightest power to this punch.

With just his first move, the Nine Yang True Sect had reached the pinnacle of the warrior's path.

There was nowhere to hide between heaven and earth! A punch unleashed a storm, like a curtain falling from the sky, enveloping Qian Jin.

"The Seal of the Rise and Fall of the Dynasty!"

The Nine Yang True Sect appeared before Qian Jin, unleashing a soul-shaking roar that trembled even the gates of the imperial city. From the moment he struck, he had spared no effort to amplify his power and aura, aiming for a truly perfect strike against Qian Jin.

This punch was even more perfect than the one he delivered during the Rookie King Tournament. His battle qi was profound, his fighting technique complete, the attack range more concentrated, yet its coverage wider and more ruthless.

Qian Jin's hair billowed backward from the roar, but his eyes remained unblinking, his star-like gaze radiating composure. His feet didn't move an inch; he simply drew a circle with his shoulder, extending his arm, his five fingers spreading wide, obscuring the sky and earth, countless fighting techniques swirling and flowing within his palm.

Fist and palm collided, and the Nine Yang True Sect's attack was instantly blocked.

"Are you also pursuing the perfect strike? Let me show you what perfection truly is." Qian Jin blocked the Nine Yang True Sect's attack with a Heaven-Covering Palm, speaking calmly.

His body straightened slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, his large hand transformed into a fist, rising above the Nine Yang True Sect's head. With a powerful, sweeping movement, he unleashed a hammer strike that crashed down from the sky.

His words were calm, lacking the Nine Yang True Sect's earth-shattering roar, yet every word rang clearly in everyone's ears, easily burying the explosive sounds of the clashing battle qi, as effortlessly as stars could bury an entire continent.

The Ascending Peak Eighteen Hammers was no longer a combination of five hammers; Qian Jin himself didn't know how many hammers were combined. He had learned this from his previous battle with Qian Wuqing. He had seen much, yet he couldn't pinpoint the exact combination of several blows.

Boom!

The sound of the air exploding instantly made the Nine Yang True Sect member feel the ferocious power.

The immense strike of the Rise and Fall Dynasty Seal, a punch capable of weakening all things in battle qi, was completely neutralized by Qian Jin's palm strike. It was as if all rise and fall had flowed into the stars; facing the vastness of the stars, the dynasty's history of rise and fall was insignificant, and all he could feel was his own insignificance.

By the time he tried to resist this insignificance, Qian Jin's vast, star-like fist had already struck down, making him feel once again the powerlessness of an ant trying to fight a meteor.

At this moment, the Nine Yang True Sect member couldn't even discern the trajectory and landing point of Qian Jin's downward strike. Where was the bottom?

Qian Jin's fist was condensed and solid, like a real iron hammer. It seemed as if the stars were held in his palm, radiating terrifying power.

What astonished Jiu Yang Zhen Zong even more was that Qian Jin's punch not only shattered the surrounding air, but also stirred up the battle qi within his own body!

The battle qi in his battle acupoints and meridians seemed to be summoned to burst forth, even his battle spirit became unstable at this moment, as if it were about to detach from his body, like the feeling of returning to the stars after death.

As a warrior, he had encountered life-or-death situations many times, and Jiu Yang Zhen Zong always thought he understood the feeling of life and death.

But at this moment! Jiu Yang Zhen Zong truly... Now that he understood what the legendary "soul returning to the stars" meant, his fighting spirit, like his own soul, seemed to truly leave his body and return to the stars.

He had never imagined that someone could unleash a punch with such overwhelming power, as powerful as the stars themselves!

Qian Jin's punch was no longer just simple violence; it was a punch that blended countless ultimate powers into a self-contained system, making it impossible to jump over or dodge.

Unable to dodge, unable to block? The Nine Yang True Sect felt powerless; he didn't even know how to block this unparalleled punch.

He couldn't predict the punch's trajectory, couldn't find its landing point, and couldn't strike first.

All he could do was gamble! Gamble on the punch's landing point! There was no other way!

The Nine Yang True Sect gathered his qi and... His hips swayed, and his arms shot upwards, crossing like a pair of giant scissors to block the combined attack of the Eighteen Hammers of Rising Peak.

The instant fists and arms clashed, Jiuyang Zhenzong felt his entire battle aura shatter, his battle spirit become unstable, and his body rapidly sank, as if suddenly losing all strength while sitting high in the clouds, plummeting from the sky. His legs sank rapidly, and he was like a pile driver, slamming his head into the ground.

With a single punch and two forces combined, just as Jiuyang Zhenzong's feet sank into the ground, a powerful impact struck him head-on. He was like a tree uprooted, his feet breaking through the ground, his body flying backwards, countless droplets of blood spraying from his pores.

Defeat!

Jiuyang Zhenzong, the God of War The patriarch of a powerful family, the strongest True Saint-level expert of the time, was defeated by Qian Jin with just one palm strike and one punch!

He couldn't even withstand a single punch before being sent flying!

Not long ago, in the Rookie King Tournament, Qian Jin had also fought against the Nine Yang True Sect. At that time, Qian Jin, still under a seal, was sent flying by the Nine Yang True Sect's punch, his body covered in blood.

Now, only a short time has passed? Qian Jin, having broken free of his seal, sent the Nine Yang True Sect flying with a single punch, the reversal of fortunes so swiftly it was hard to believe.

Some True Saint-level experts watching from afar were so astonished they almost bit their tongues. Qian Jin's strength was probably beyond even the Great Demon King's reach!

Powerful! Everyone knew Qian Jin... He was a powerful warrior, yet when they actually witnessed his achievements, many could hardly believe their eyes.

Although Jiuyang Zhenzong hadn't awakened his ultimate bloodline power, he was still one of the heads of three major bloodline power families, his formidable strength shaking the entire Human-Demon Battlefield! And now, he'd been defeated with a single punch?

Such strength… perhaps only the Great Demon King, by merging his two bloodline powers into one, could contend with Qian Jin? This strength was indeed excessively powerful!

Could anyone else stop Qian Jin? The True Saint experts looked at Qian Zhanxuan and the others with suspicion. Even if these people were also top-tier bloodline warriors, they shouldn't be much stronger than Jiuyang Zhenzong. Qian Jin was able to send Jiuyang Zhenzong flying with a single punch… "Of course it can too..."

Before anyone could process what was happening, a seven-colored figure lunged straight at Qian Jin, blocking his path. The Elf King's bloodline battle spirit, unleashing boundless magical power, crashed down.

One retreated, another rose!

A battle of attrition!

This kind of situation used to only occur when the younger generation fought against the older generation of warriors.

Now, even the most elite older generation warriors were using this fighting style against a young warrior, making all the bloodline warriors feel ashamed. They were fighting an ordinary warrior!

The most powerful, veteran bloodline warriors couldn't even stop an ordinary warrior's advance. If this had been told to anyone before, no one would have believed it.