Qian Jin, the current Newcomer King of the True Strategy Dynasty, hailed by every powerhouse in the Dynasty as its strongest warrior! The Demon Race is coming!

He is coming! He is not arriving as a soldier of the True Strategy Dynasty; he arrives as a warrior coming to claim his succubus!

He has arrived, shouting loudly his vow to defeat the strongest Demon Martial Masters among the Demon Race and rescue his beloved succubus.

He has arrived, unconcerned that the Demon Race might mobilize armies or call upon magical legions to attack him.

He is coming, he is coming, he is about to arrive!

The pride of the True Strategy Dynasty! The strongest warrior! He is about to set foot on the lands of the Demon Race! As a man, to save his demoness!

The news traveled faster than the wind, sweeping across the lands of the Human, Demon, and Savage races!

This news was more ferocious than any forbidden spell; it struck the hearts and minds of every living being across the three territories.

When young maidens heard the news—be they demonesses, savage girls, or women of the True Strategy Dynasty—they collectively crowned Qian Jin the foremost man on the continent.

"Too handsome! If I had such a man, I would die happily and contentedly even if he asked me to perish immediately."

"I truly wish I were Princess Lucifer Flowing Water." "What is a real man? This is! Knowing there are endless dangers ahead, yet going forth boldly simply because his woman is suffering!"

"Why haven't I met a man like this!"

Qian Jin's portrait instantly became the most sought-after item among the maidens of the three races. Almost every private chamber displayed a portrait of him; paper prices soared everywhere, and painters became the most coveted resources overnight.

"Qian Jin is my goal! I must be like him in the future!"

Young boys and male demons diligently training in the Warrior Academies and Martial Master Academies, their eyes shining with unmatched determination, gazed toward the stars and made solemn vows.

The maiden's Prince Charming, the idol of young warriors! A super-idol transcending nation and race!

"Mobilize the armies! Deploy the magical legions! Obliterate Qian Jin! Destroy the foundation of the True Strategy Dynasty!" "Poison him! Poison him midway! Assassinate him if necessary! He must be eliminated!"

The Demon Race's civil officials presented their meticulously devised schemes to the Crown Prince, who was currently reviewing various memorials.

As for His Majesty, the Great Demon King? He remained deep in seclusion. Upon hearing the news, he merely offered a faint smile and issued no command whatsoever.

Facing the officials' memorials, the Crown Prince accepted them with a smile, and after they departed, he casually tossed those memorials outlining vile plots directly into the trash receptacle.

This action instantly won the favor of all the powerful Demon Martial Masters within the Demon Race.

Qian Jin has arrived! Therefore, the ones to answer the challenge must naturally be the Demon Martial Masters!

Perhaps Qian Jin is truly powerful, perhaps he might even defeat them, but the patriarchs and powerhouses of the various tribes could not allow the honor of their Demon Martial Masters to be profaned by mere civilian officials.

Information regarding Qian Jin’s battle in the Divine Capital that day was transcribed in written form by the Demon Race merchant spies embedded within the capital and presented to the powerhouses of each major family.

After reviewing the written account of the battle, the faces of the family heads among the Demon Race were far from relaxed; they possessed a fundamental gauge of just how formidable the powerhouses of the True Strategy Dynasty were.

A dozen or so powerhouses had surrounded this group of young powerhouses. Although they chose capture and suppression over a fight to the death—meaning they naturally held back their full strength—the fact that Qian Jin's group managed to break out was sufficient to make the Demon Race regard them seriously.

As for data like "blasting away Jiuyang Zhenzong with a single punch," that detail did not appear on the desks of the major Demon Race families. The fierce battle had cleared the area of all living witnesses; the minimum level required to clearly observe the fighting was the Void Saint realm. Weaker cultivators simply could not get close enough to the melee to observe.

"If even the patriarchs of the Three Great Bloodlines couldn't keep them pinned down, that says volumes."

"Indeed. It proves, at minimum, that someone among them possesses strength capable of contending with any of the Three Great Bloodline Patriarchs."

"Could it truly be the ordinary warrior Qian Jin? I heard that during the Newcomer King Tournament, he withstood a punch from Jiuyang Zhenzong without dying, and then immediately defeated all the True Saint experts of the younger generation!"

"I also heard that when he took that punch from Jiuyang Zhenzong, two layers of Dou Qi seals were suppressing his body."

"Exactly. During the Newcomer King Tournament, he had only released one seal."

"If all the news is true, then releasing the second seal, controlling and enduring that level of Dou Qi and outburst, indeed qualifies him to stand equal to any of the Three Great Bloodline Patriarchs."

"An ordinary warrior... I still find that hard to believe." The elder powerhouses of the Demon Race continuously exchanged opinions privately. The more they discussed, the more bizarre and tense the situation became as they calculated Qian Jin's route toward the Fallen City and when he might enter their respective territories.

Where is Qian Jin now? Every day, the major factions of the Demon Race received magical transmissions detailing Qian Jin's current location.

First? Is he truly the single strongest warrior of the True Strategy Dynasty? Or is it mere boasting? Does he truly rank among the foremost experts?

Inquiries were made everywhere, and the feedback consistently confirmed that Qian Jin was indeed the strongest expert of the True Strategy Dynasty. This fact had been acknowledged by Li Ba and the Snake Emperor Pan Hongji.

Even Qian Zhanxuan, the domineering Elf King Bloodline Patriarch whose relationship with Qian Jin was so vicious it was a matter of life and death, had personally admitted that in a one-on-one fight within the current True Strategy Dynasty, no one could defeat Qian Jin.

Jiuyang Zhenzong was the only one among the Three Great Bloodline experts who remained silent on the matter, and his silence was taken as tacit confirmation that the news was true.

The True Strategy Dynasty also had numerous Demon Race spies. The Demon Race high command was well aware of the massive power surge experienced by Pan Hongji and Li Ba; some demons had even assessed that they were now the strongest warriors in the entire True Strategy Dynasty.

Now, these two supposed strongest warriors publicly admitted they could not defeat Qian Jin.

Pressure! Pressure! Pressure!

Even before stepping foot into the domain of the Demon Race, Qian Jin placed immense pressure on nearly every powerhouse within it.

Simultaneously, the entire Demon Race was buzzing with excitement.

The Great Demon King, previously invincible and having issued challenges, had always been met with cowardice from the True Strategy Dynasty, which never dared to accept direct confrontation. Now, a powerhouse from the True Strategy Dynasty was finally facing them head-on! Regardless of the banner under which they arrived, they were determined to destroy them on Demon Race soil, thereby proving the supremacy of the Demon Race in one-on-one combat across the entire continent.

Time spun forward rapidly. Not only were the elder powerhouses of the Demon Race preparing, but the New Demon King Tournament, which had just reached the Sweet Sixteen due to Qian Jin’s unexpected appearance, also halted its fierce battles. The participants secretly agreed that whoever defeated Qian Jin would be crowned the champion of the new tournament.

The Sweet Sixteen contenders of the New Demon King Tournament were making their final preparations to welcome Qian Jin's arrival.

Under this powerful pressure, the younger generation of the Demon Race began to see more demons entering the True Saint realm, opening the new threshold of Celestial Awakening.

Just as Qian Jin had thrown the Human, Demon, and Savage races into utter chaos, he encountered an obstacle—not a military blockade, but a single demon who barred his path, whose appearance forced him to halt his advance.

Eight Desolations Without Life (Bahuang Wusheng)—the Outland Horse Thief King! The one who had designated Qian Jin as his successor. Now, within the final tens of meters before Qian Jin stepped onto Demon Race territory, this figure materialized before him.

"Uncle," Qian Jin stopped, bowing respectfully to Bahuang Wusheng, "It has been a while. Are you also blocking my path?"

"Be lenient toward the Bahuang Clan if you can," Bahuang Wusheng patted Qian Jin's shoulder and whispered into his ear, "And try to be lenient toward the entire Demon Race as well. The movements around the Ancient Barren Sand Sea are growing more intense."

The Ancient Barren Sand Sea? Qian Jin's eyelids twitched several times. If not for the sudden emergency with the Demon Race, he should currently be in the Ancient Barren