The young powerhouses exchanged glances, each sensing a change in the others' spirits—a sign of impending sublimation.

Never before had a human warrior dared to stride so openly into the Demon Race's territory! It was an act requiring defiance against the will of the entire Demon Race! This was merely the edge of their lands, and the pressure was already immense!

What then, would it be like to truly face the Demon Race's might, surrounded by countless demons? No human, no demon, could articulate the nature of that pressure!

Either perish under the pressure, or sublimate within it! To shatter the shackles of the curse and transcend all to become the supreme, ultimate awakened Bloodline Warrior!

The Qian Jin had arrived!

Beside Qian Jin, the Hydra Bloodline Warrior effortlessly unleashed True Saint power to defeat Bokesi Po!

Bokesi Li, the traitor to the Demon Race, displayed Super Peak Real Saint strength, vastly surpassing Bokesi Po, once one of the Three Heroes of Mammon!

A Six-Winged Fallen Angel Bloodline Demon Warrior appeared beside Qian Jin! With a single sword strike, he annihilated the young generation demon of the Beelzebub clan, Beelzebulaisita, one of the Top Sixteen New Demon Kings.

In just one sword stroke! Little Bug King Beelzebulaisita didn't even have time to utter: What a fast sword, before he returned to the embrace of the stars.

The Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Warrior Yisai'er beside Qian Jin defeated three New Demon King Demon Warriors in succession, spreading her fame anew across the Demon Race's earth!

News traveled faster than lightning across the Demon lands. From the moment Qian Jin entered, every demon obsessively focused on reports concerning him.

Over the next two days, the first defensive line formed by the younger generation was completely pulverized by the True Strategy Dynasty warriors accompanying Qian Jin, even before he himself had to act.

Defeated! And a devastatingly humiliating defeat! Yisai'er of the Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline, not yet even considered fully adult, had swept aside three Demon Warriors from the Top Sixteen New Demon Kings within demon territory. This brought deep shame to all demons.

The Demon Race's initial blockade line, formed by their youth, appeared laughably fragile before Qian Jin, utterly incapable of stopping his resolute advance.

Following continuous defeats, the Demon Race's civil officials collectively submitted memorials again, demanding the mobilization of Magic Legions to annihilate Qian Jin. However, before such a proposal could even reach the main council tables, it was torn to shreds by the enraged demon populace of the Fallen City.

"Our Demon Race built its nation through strength! Only humans resort to such vile methods!"

"Victory for the Demon Race! Those Sixteen aren't everything! The Crown Prince hasn't even moved! The Imperial Princes have not returned!"

"Using Magic Legions would be the Demon Race's greatest disgrace! If they dare enter our territory like this, and we rely on Magic Legions, how will we narrate this history to our descendants? How will we build Demon glory for them!"

Previously depressed by the defeat of the Top Sixteen Demon Warriors, the demon populace was now utterly incensed by the civil officials. The Demon Race, constantly plagued by internal strife, was united for the first time by the arrival of Qian Jin.

Wherever Qian Jin and his entourage went, they felt murderously hostile gazes and fierce fighting intent directed at their backs. Even an ordinary demon with little combat capability radiated a powerful fighting spirit that made one feel breathless.

"Take my insignia. Muster the Dark Unit Magic Legions and bring them here." Lucifer Seirig handed the Crown Prince's token to a Dark Unit member dressed in black beside him. "Have them continue preparations, but secretly! Let no demon know!"

The Dark Unit member silently withdrew, leaving Lucifer Seirig alone in the great hall, gazing up at the dark, starry night.

"Qian Jin wishes to use the entire Demon Race for spiritual tempering? Very well! Then temper yourselves! For the hegemony I seek, I will not care how humans and demons judge me behind my back! History only remembers the strong, only remembers the victor! If I kill you, I am the victor! If I, Lucifer Seirig, truly cannot stop you, then I will use the Magic Legions to destroy you."

"Lucifer Seirig, you have absorbed so much essence from the Heart of Lucifer, yet you still lack confidence against Qian Jin! I see that the Emperor's throne will ultimately not be yours!"

The silent hall was suddenly pierced by a cold, contemptuous mockery, yet no demonic shadow was visible.

Lucifer Seirig's long, elegant eyebrows arched, and icy killing intent sharpened on his aquiline nose. " Lucifer Xingchen—you wretch who doesn't even dare show your form—you dare critique this Crown Prince? If you truly believe you will be the future sovereign, then come out and fight this Crown Prince!"

" Seirig... you still don't know where I am, how pitiful. The day I emerge, I will surely shake the entire Demon Dynasty! All three races will bow beneath my feet!"

Lucifer Xingchen's confident voice echoed above the hall, yet his true form remained hidden.

"A coward who dares not show himself!" Lucifer Seirig slammed a hand down, shattering the table before him, and stood up, pacing back and forth in the hall. Lucifer Xingchen had also seized a portion of the Heart of Lucifer's essence, and Lucifer Zhenshi, who had similarly stolen essence from the Heart of Lucifer, had also vanished! If he had obtained all the essence back then, he would have achieved ultimate awakening long ago, sweeping across the Human, Demon, and Barbarian races to forge supreme hegemony!

"Your Highness, Qian Jin has entered the territory of the Mammon Demons!"

"The Mammon Demons?" Lucifer Seirig's spirit sharpened, and he took the report to read. "These past few days, since the appearance of the Rushing Stream Mirror, the Mammon Demons have become the most popular clan among the demons. Their strength improves daily. Now that Qian Jin has appeared, this Crown Prince must see how they intend to face this person who has elevated their clan's power overall."

"How to face him? How indeed?"

Bokesi Li repeatedly shook his head while looking at the report. Qian Jin had been of immense help to the entire Mammon Demon Race. Now that Qian Jin had shed his identity as the Rushing Stream Mirror and returned to the Demon Race, entering the Mammon Demon territory with an invincible demeanor, how should they respond?

The Mammon Demons were the clan that had received the most care from Qian Jin. Although they were also the clan he had scavenged materials from the most ruthlessly, those materials would have remained just materials otherwise. A portion of them, converted into tangible assets, had significantly boosted the clan's overall strength.

Now, excluding the three supreme Bloodline Clans, the Mammon Demons could almost be considered the foremost clan among the Demon Race!

"Li, you should return to the Fallen City," Sabonisi Guang said sincerely to his old friend and rival. "The leaders of all the major clans are converging on the Fallen City, awaiting Qian Jin's arrival. Why should you stay here?"

"And you?" Bokesi Li replied to his old friend.

"I am a mage." Sabonisi Guang shrugged. " Qian Jin won't fight me, so I won't go to the Fallen City. If I go... the Crown Prince will undoubtedly ask me to preside over his Dark Unit's magic division, and I might end up attacking Qian Jin."

"Didn't the Crown Prince toss the memorials from the civil officials into the trash?"

"That's the Crown Prince confusing the demons, and also confusing Qian Jin, trying to lure him into the Fallen City." Sabonisi Guang shook his head. "Li, you see through many things more clearly than I do. But regarding the Crown Prince, I understand him much better than you do! He will absolutely use the Magic Legions against Qian Jin. Although I too hope a demon can defeat Qian Jin, participating in such a disgraceful event, I cannot answer to my entire clan and my descendants. We are demons! Demons superior to humans!"

Bokesi Li sighed. The Demon Race's current power was due to having members like Sabonisi Guang who held a sense of honor. A Demon Race that lost its honor was destined to decline.

"I won't go to the Fallen City either," Bokesi Li slowly rose. "Since Qian Jin has arrived in the territory of the Mammon Demons, I have a responsibility to go out and stop him."

"Li..."

"Gu..."

"Good! I, Sabonisi Guang, will fight alongside you, Bokesi Li, once more!"

Powerful fighting aura and magic surged toward the sky. Every demon in the Mammon Demon Race sensed the determination of the two clan leaders to intercept Qian Jin.

The evening of the next day, Lucifer Seirig and the other high-ranking demons received new intelligence.

Sabonisi Guang and Bokesi Li, fighting together with the Holy Artifact Set, were defeated by the hand of Qian Jin!

This was Qian Jin's first engagement, and the battle report was enough to shock the entire Demon Race!

Two powerhouses who had been allied for many years—one a mage, one a Demon Warrior—unleashing their combined power while wielding the Holy Artifact Set, was a might that even someone like Qian Zhan Xuan wouldn't claim to win against easily.

Yet, the two clan leaders of the Mammon Demons were decisively defeated, left only to watch as Qian Jin, the young man who hadn't even bothered to dismount to greet them before striking, rode his horse onward toward the inner regions of the Demon lands.

Undefeated, uninjured, completely defeated!

This news stunned the entire Demon Race high command of powerhouses. Defeating an opponent of equal rank was hard; killing one was harder. Achieving a complete defeat without the opponent sustaining a single injury? This was definitely not something achievable by warriors of equal strength!

Yet, this impossible event had truly occurred!

"It seems the True Strategy Dynasty wasn't lying this time, or perhaps they never revealed Qian Jin's true strength to us... How can there be such an ordinary warrior? Gods of the Stars, are you truly abandoning the Bloodline Warriors?"

Beelzebus Smier, the Bloodworm King, having been defeated by Bokesi Li, had dedicated himself to rigorous training. His perspective and spirit had broadened considerably. This broadening allowed him to see Qian Jin's strength with greater clarity, and the confidence to defeat Qian Jin gradually dissolved within that clarity.

" Smier, you are getting old."

A cold, arrogant voice laced with sharp sword intent issued from the mouth of Asmontis Ci.

As the foremost swordsman of the era, and the strongest sword doctrine disciple of Lucifer Nihao, Asmontis Ci possessed sufficient standing to voice his opinion among this group of established powerhouses. The sharp sword qi he emitted showed no deference despite being surrounded by older generations, instead carrying an air of readiness to challenge them at any moment.

"Qian Jin? He might have grown powerful, but so what? Gods of the Stars? Even if he truly is the Son of the Stars chosen by the Gods of the Stars, I will run him through with my sword and send him back to the stars, telling the Gods of the Stars that they chose the wrong one. Smier, you are old; it's time for the era to change."

Beelzebus Smier frowned slightly at the provocative tone of Asmontis Ci. As the most outstanding disciple of Lucifer Nihao, he certainly had grounds for his arrogance, but no matter how wild he was, one should truly regard the opponent with respect. Qian Jin was no simple figure.

" Smier, what is your thought process?" Eight Desolations Sword Hero, sitting in a corner, yawned as he watched the clan leader of the Beelzebub clan, whose strength had clearly increased significantly. A powerful demon who had survived the Human-Demon battlefield war must not be timid. His achievements could earn any demon's respect. Having re-emerged after several days of seclusion, his insight must have been newly elevated.

"..." Beelzebus Smier sighed, his expression extremely grave. "Please, Your Highness Crown Prince, summon the Magic Legions! Although using the Magic Legions to kill Qian Jin is shameful, allowing the Princess to be rescued by him would be an indelible disgrace!"

"What?"

"Summon the Magic Legions?"

" Smier, do you know what you are saying?"

"Do you want the Beelzebub Clan to be nailed to the pillar of shame for eternity?"

The moment Beelzebus Smier's words left his lips, every clan leader in the Crown Prince's hall erupted. Nearly all of them roared at him in anger. This clan leader of the Beelzebub Clan, defeated by the Mammon Demons, was now showing such cowardice!

" Smier! If you weren't the Clan Leader of the Beelzebub Clan! I would kill you right now!" Jin Leng Moyan slammed the table, standing up. "Do you still have any semblance of being the head of one of the Ten Great Bloodlines?"

Beelzebus Smier looked up at Jin Leng Moyan, the young archer who had lost to Qian Jin in the Imperial Duels. It seemed he still remembered the humiliation of that defeat!

"We are the guardians of the Bloodline Glory that has defended the Demon Race for countless years! We are not individuals; behind us is the entire family, the entire Demon Race! If we use Magic Legions, how will countless demons view us? In what sordid manner will our names be written into history? We are Demon Warriors! Just because Qian Jin is powerful, does that mean we are not? How many powerful warriors of the True Strategy Dynasty have ended up dead by our hands? Qian Jin will be no exception!"

Jin Leng Moyan spoke with passionate fervor, causing many of the powerhouses to nod in agreement. "If the Beelzebub Clan is a pack of cowards! Then leave..."

"Who are you calling a coward?"

A young demon sleeping beside Beelzebus Smier suddenly awoke, bloodthirsty fighting intent flickering in his eyes. Grasping a battle-knife steeped in the smell of blood, he stared at Jin Leng Moyan. "We'll go out right now and see who the coward is, shall we?"

A bloodthirsty aura and a desire for battle filled the entire hall, making the demons feel as if they were plunged into the harshest depths of winter.

Beelzebub Gule! A young generation figure from the Top Sixteen of the New Demon King Competition! A genius once ranked second on the Saint Scroll!

Now, Beelzebub Gule had stepped into the True Saint realm. His warlike nature caused even the older generation of powerhouses to choose to avoid his sharp edge. His strength far surpassed Jin Leng Moyan.

"You..." Jin Leng Moyan glared resentfully at Beelzebub Gule but dared not truly respond. Facing such a fighting maniac, merely saying the wrong thing could provoke a fight immediately. He wouldn't care about the occasion or the time; he would simply draw his blade and attack—that was hardly unheard of.

"Quiet down," Lucifer Seirig waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the leaders of the Undead Monarch Bloodline, Bahuang Zhengrong, and the Elemental King Bloodline, Qiaolunte, neither of whom had spoken. "Father Emperor has not yet emerged from seclusion. I ask the two patriarchs to bring glory and effort to our Demon Race when facing Qian Jin."

Bahuang Zhengrong nodded indifferently, but Qiaolunte was visibly excited. One of his clan's geniuses, Qiaoka, had died at the hands of Qian Jin. Back then, Qian Jin's identity was the Rushing Stream Mirror, and if Qiaolunte had acted, he would have been defying the entire demon populace and angering His Majesty the Great Demon King.

Now that Qian Jin's true identity was revealed, Qiaolunte was thrilled. His own strength had progressed recently, making him eager to test himself against Qian Jin and confirm that he had surpassed the three great bloodline patriarchs of the True Strategy Dynasty.

Time flew swiftly. In just five days, Demon Warriors across various regions spontaneously tried to intercept Qian Jin. However, their appearances only added to Qian Jin's victory tally for the Demon Race expedition and achieved nothing else.

On the sixth day! All demons were on high alert, because today! Was the scheduled time for Lucifer Liushui to be burned alive! Qian Jin was still hundreds of miles away, making timely rescue seem unlikely, as the Demon Race territory was vast.

On the sixth day since Qian Jin entered the Demon lands, the skies above the Fallen City were covered in dark clouds. In the massive square, countless pyres were gathered, centered around pillars inscribed with special metal runes. Lucifer Liushui was bound to one of these special metal fire pillars.

Around them, countless magic arrays, activated by mages, suppressed Lucifer Liushui's formidable power.

One-eyed, clothes torn in several places, fresh wounds still visible, Lucifer Liushui's lower abdomen was slightly swollen. A mature, sacred beauty emanated from her entire being.

The enormous square was filled with a large number of demons who had gathered to watch this rare spectacle of a princess being burned alive. Over a thousand Demon Warriors, clad in shining armor, nervously guarded the fire pillar, clearing an open space of at least two hundred meters radius around it, preventing anyone from approaching the flames.

Lucifer Seirig rested his chin on one hand, seated on a temporarily constructed high platform, watching Lucifer Liushui on the fire pillar with great interest. If it weren't for the fact that his sister was pregnant, it would have been a considerably troublesome task for him to subdue her, even allied with several True Saints.

The vast square was deathly quiet. The Inquisitor stood not far from the fire pillar, loudly reading the long list of charges against Lucifer Liushui: colluding with Qian Jin of the True Strategy Dynasty, deceiving the major demon clans for exorbitant profit, murdering several great Demon Warriors, and causing immense losses to the Lucifer Dynasty, etc.

The long scroll listing the accusations trailed from the Inquisitor's hands all the way to the ground, measuring over a meter long—the combined charges were enough to warrant Lucifer Liushui's death a thousand times over.

Eight Desolations Sword Hero sat not far from Lucifer Seirig, yawning as he listened to the lengthy, tedious declaration of guilt.

In stark contrast was the warlike maniac, Beelzebub Gule. The nearby Chimera Bloodline Patriarch, Anjing, sat with his eyes closed as if asleep, yet he exuded an aura that suggested he could unleash world-destroying power the moment he opened his eyes.

Almost all the demon powerhouses were regulating their state of mind. Qian Jin was a man who had created countless miracles; he would certainly arrive on time if he said he would. Everything before them was merely a tactic to lure Qian Jin here!

Jin Leng Yi Jian hid in the shadows among the crowd, waiting for Qian Jin's appearance. His mission was not to snipe Qian Jin from the darkness.

Based on the situation during the previous Imperial Duel, everyone knew one thing: Qian Jin's archery skill already surpassed all three races—Human, Demon, and Barbarian. Now that his strength had soared, his archery must have reached a brand-new level.

To attempt an ambush against such an archer was now practically impossible.

Kill Lucifer Liushui! The moment Qian Jin appeared, shoot Lucifer Liushui with a single arrow!

Use that star-shaking arrow to draw Qian Jin's attention, disrupt his focus, and shatter the invincible momentum he had built while breaking through the entire Demon Race defense on his way to the Fallen City.

Indeed, from the moment he stepped into the Demon lands, although Qian Jin endured immense pressure, he simultaneously exerted tremendous pressure on the entire Demon Race.

Without an army, a nation is not a nation. Just a few individuals suddenly invading the Demon Race's territory, declaring he would fight his way into the Fallen City to save his demon girl—this kind of boldness placed immense pressure on all Demon Warriors.

Allowing Qian Jin to break into the Fallen City would be a disgrace to the Demon Warriors. If Qian Jin broke in and rescued Lucifer Liushui, the morale of the entire Demon Race would be driven to its lowest point entirely by him.

Qian Jin's entry into the Demon lands was a gamble, a wager against the entire Demon Race—to crush the morale of the entire Demon Race! The Demon Race was also gambling: if they could take Qian Jin down, the defeat of the strongest warrior publicly acknowledged by all the powerhouses of the True Strategy Dynasty would deliver a fatal blow to the morale of all True Strategy warriors.

Jin Leng Yi Jian knew the immense pressure weighing on his shoulders. To shoot Lucifer Liushui in front of Qian Jin would not only shatter his proud declaration of rescuing his female demon but also deal a heavy blow to his spirit and momentum.

Qian Jin at this moment, having smashed through the Demon Race's defense lines all the way, displayed his invincible glory wherever he went, an imposing presence that made many Demon Warriors tremble just hearing about it.

The sheer intensity of QIAN JIN's aura as he stepped across the threshold into the City of Corruption defied any attempt at mere imagination.

Shooting down the surging current that was LUCIFER, that act alone could overturn everything! JIN LENG watched with deep admiration for the Crown Prince; with this single move, there was no need to deploy the magic legions, and they could defeat the dispirited QIAN JIN, shattering the momentum of the Zhen Ce Dynasty.

The surrounding demon girls held their hands pressed together, closing their beautiful demon eyes, whispering their prayers. They were not praying for the Demon Warriors to defeat QIAN JIN, nor were they praying for QIAN JIN to crush every Demon Warrior. They were beseeching the Star God for QIAN JIN to arrive in time, to enact the very 'Hero Saves the Beauty' scenario hoped for by the maidens of the three races—Human, Demon, and Savage.

Currently, QIAN JIN was the most masculine man in the hearts of all women; indeed, many Demonesses even yearned to witness QIAN JIN walking into the City of Corruption and meeting the fate of LUCIFER.

Men and women differed fundamentally. Males were largely driven by valor; for someone or something they deemed important, they could perform miracles that stunned the world.

Women, however, were creatures of emotion. They would only support the person or cause they recognized in their hearts. Even if this person were an enemy, as long as they could move their spirit, they would lend their allegiance.

He’s in time! He absolutely has to be in time! The young demonesses frequently made petitions toward the stars, praying for a miracle, anticipating QIAN JIN to create yet another impossible feat. He had already forged countless wonders: an ordinary warrior surpassing Bloodline Warriors, entering the Demon Realm with nothing but simple status, conquering most of the Demon territory, and no Demon had ever managed to triumph over him.

BOOM!

On the outermost layer of the City of Corruption, the soaring clashes of Battle Qi, the impact of Battle Skills, and the counter-bombardment of magic echoed throughout the city sky.