The demonesses blinked open their eyes in astonishment, looking towards the direction of the sound, straining to see if Qian Jing had truly arrived.

Lucifer Sairig propped his chin with one hand, a confident sneer playing on his lips, and waved to cut short the executioner's proclamation: "No need to read it. Begin the lighting now." The Crown Prince gave the command, and the executioner immediately stepped aside. A dozen Dark Guard, clad in black armor, swiftly approached the stake with torches and flung the oil-soaked brands into the pile of wood.

The young demonesses hurriedly covered their eyes, unable to bear watching the brutal scene, their hearts once again clinging to the hope of a miracle.

"Harm my kin, and die."

A voice of ineffable authority resonated across the sky, sounding less like a command and more like a divine truth being spoken to the demons of the world.

As the voice faded, the bodies of the dozen Dark Guard martial artists simultaneously disintegrated, exploding into pulpy messes of blood before they could even react.

The calm utterance was not loud, yet it was clear enough for every demon present to hear, enough to stir the depths of every demon's heart.

The female demons opened their eyes in delight, gazing at Qian Jing descending from the heavens—the man who made miracles happen had truly appeared! He was enveloped in a seven-colored, brilliant radiance as he descended from the sky to save his demonesses.

The demon martial artists marshaled all their strength, focusing on Qian Jing, who rained down from above. Blood already stained his martial uniform, lending a savage cruelty to his aura.

The closer they drew to the Fallen City, the more resolute the demon martial artists became in their resistance. They knew they could not win, yet they faced death without fear to block the way.

If one failed, then two! If two failed, then ten! If ten demons could not stop him, then a hundred! A thousand!

Many were simply male demons from ordinary families; even without being martial artists, they seized crude scythes, kitchen knives, and clubs, blocking Qian Jing’s path.

They went to die without hesitation, knowing they would fall!

All they wished for was to delay Qian Jing's unstoppable advance, preventing him from reaching the Plaza on time.

The Fallen City was the pride of every demon's heart. To let a mere human walk in so boldly was a disgrace to all demon martial artists.

Qian Jing carved a path of slaughter; his small contingent had slain nearly ten thousand demons. Even if Qian Jing’s heart were made of stone, it had softened somewhat by now.

"Liushui, I have come for you. Just as you once said, I carved a path through half the demon race just to bring you back," Qian Jing descended with a smile. The grand, unmatched power from before had softened, infused instead with tenderness that echoed in the ears of all the demons.

Lucifer Liushui looked up at Qian Jing with a smile, her face maintaining its usual placid composure, yet the corner of her lips betrayed an unconcealable happiness and pride: "Then come and release me from these damnable chains?"

As the tender scene unfolded, a lightning bolt brimming with killing intent suddenly flashed across the Plaza. It came without warning, carrying the overwhelming power of thunder, manifesting the ultimate chill of slaughter.

Jin Leng shattered the tenderness in the Plaza arrow by arrow. The strike from the Holy Artifact Star Rhyme bloomed, laced with countless starlights, like a true meteor plunging from the firmament.

The young demonesses didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise; this world-shattering arrow was already before Lucifer Liushui.

"I am the Stars, I command Chaos!"

A colossal sound boomed from Qian Jing's chest. He was already standing before Lucifer Liushui, and his Chaos Strike pulverized the incoming arrow into dust. In turn, a visible torrent of battle aura swept toward the location where Jin Leng Yi Jian was hidden.

Fast! The entire situation flipped in an instant. Qian Jing's punch carried immense momentum, locking onto Jin Leng Yi Jian.

In that precise instant, Jin Leng Yi Jian, having exerted his essence, spirit, and energy to their absolute maximum for that shot, would experience a momentary fatigue after releasing it. Qian Jing’s fist swung back exactly at this vulnerable moment, giving him no chance to evade. He struck the chest of the True Saint expert across the void, sending him, clad in Holy Artifact armor, flying backward.

Intense pain burned in his chest like raging fire. Jin Leng Yi Jian flew upward for over a thousand meters, inwardly thankful for the Holy Artifact breastplate he wore; otherwise, even if he hadn't died from that punch, he would have been gravely injured!

Who on earth is this? We are both True Saints, yet a single punch across the void carries such devastating power?

"Qian Jing! Receive my three arrows from the Golden Cold Demon Eye!" From the crowd, Jin Leng Mo Yan suddenly leaped high, his bowstring vibrating rapidly three times. Three sharp arrows tore through the sky like dragons or lightning, shooting directly toward the stake.

Qian Jing flicked his fingers three times without looking up. Qian Zhan Xuan’s Qiankun Suppressing Origin Finger shot through the air, shattering the three arrows, and instead formed a triangle shape in the air, rushing back toward Jin Leng Mo Yan.

"Shatter!"

Asmontis Ci flashed out from the demon crowd, appearing beside Jin Leng Mo Yan. He flicked his longsword, unleashing three cold streaks of light that shattered Qian Jing’s three suppressive finger strikes.

Jin Leng Mo Yan narrowly escaped death and was deeply shaken again. Qian Jing stood in the very center of the magic array—a place where numerous mages were casting spells, a power strong enough to suppress even the True Saint expert Lucifer Liushui into immobility—yet he moved freely within it.

The most exceptional archer failed to achieve the desired effect; instead, Qian Jing dismantled his assault with casual gestures. The young demonesses gazed at Qian Jing in joyful awe, while the demon martial artists felt an even more immense pressure—what could possibly restrain him now?

"Qian Jing!" From the demon ranks, a demon of the Real Saint realm suddenly erupted, charging forward to throw a punch at Qian Jing, bringing with it an aura of tragic finality.

Qian Jing slapped downward with an open palm from the air. The body of the Real Saint demon warrior exploded mid-air, transforming into a rain of blood that sprayed down, hitting the common demons, splashing onto the faces of the demonesses, and dripping onto the armor of the demon experts.

The vast Plaza fell into a deathly silence. The demonesses stared blankly at the sky, feeling the still-hot blood rolling down their cheeks, their pupils fixed on the scene of the expert’s body exploding and blood spraying.

Qian Jing stared, momentarily stunned, at the exploding demon body after his palm strike. At most, that single palm should have only sent his opponent flying, perhaps putting him out of commission for a month to recover, but the body had actually exploded mid-air, as if blown apart by that single strike.

Lucifer Sairig clenched one fist, leaning his cheek on it, a cold smile playing on his lips. The sight of their Prince witnessing a fellow expert being blown apart by a single punch—that psychological shock was enough to ignite the rage of every demon present.

At some point, a young demon knelt on the ground, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes devoutly, and began chanting a strange song in a low voice. More demons started kneeling, clasping their hands, and chanting this song, which was incredibly peculiar and filled with a mournful atmosphere.

Anyone hearing this melody would feel an inexplicable sorrow, like the feeling of a loved one departing forever.

The Song of No Return!

Qian Jing had researched the demon race extensively and immediately understood the tune—it was the Song of No Return chanted by demons sending kin off to the Demon-Human battlefield, an irreversible journey! Glory illuminates the Demon Race!

The low melody quickly converged, forming a unique power, solemn and austere, an essence woven through countless years of the Human-Demon Wars, embodying the sorrow of countless demon families.

At this moment, all that grief erupted from this melody! The bodies of the demon experts on the field trembled lightly; it was a musical force that cleansed the soul.

"I am powerless; as your Crown Prince, I am truly powerless," Lucifer Sairig suddenly stood up, his face etched with endless pain, his voice heavy with sorrow. "Since Qian Jing entered our demon race and fought his way into the Fallen City, I have tried every method to stop him, but I could not truly succeed. To prevent him from reaching here, seventeen thousand demon warriors and civilians have died by his hand!" "Some were glorious demon martial artists, others were ordinary demons, holding scythes and axes, using their lives to guard the dignity of the demon race and stop him from entering this Fallen City. Just now, that expert who was killed was merely one of them..."

Lucifer Sairig flung his cloak behind him: "Today, even if I, Lucifer Sairig, must die in battle, I will keep you, Qian Jing, forever trapped in this demon land! The honor of the Demon Race will not be defiled!"

A surge of incandescent fury boiled in the hearts of every demon in the area, and the murderous intent caused the entire demon populace in the Plaza to erupt!

The chaotic rage, the murderous aura, nearly caused the air across the entire Plaza to condense and freeze!

The Song of No Return carried the sorrow of countless years of demon deaths; it was a part of history, yet infinitely superior to it!

The Song of No Return truly bound all the demons present together, forging them into a single entity, chanting the endless tragedy and sorrow of the demon race.

I've been tricked! Qian Jing smiled faintly at Lucifer Sairig. This demon Crown Prince was still calculating against him, using the momentum accumulated over countless years—the Song of No Return—to fight him.

Beelzebub Gule’s battle saber transformed into a bolt of lightning, and an astonishing fighting intent erupted from his body. He initiated the attack first. This demon, once ranked second on the Saint Entry List and now considered one of the top contenders to win the New Demon King competition, revealed his True Saint might. His saber, Sun Piercer, enveloped Qian Jing with an aura of immortality.

"Even having reached True Saint, you are still not worth looking at!" Qian Jing embraced Lucifer Liushui and strode forward, causing the magic array beneath his feet to crack inch by inch. The Plaza seemed to vanish beneath his feet. He separated his index and middle fingers into a sword shape, evolving the sun, moon, and stars between them. The Chaos Finger unleashed booming thunder, forcing him to catch Beelzebub Gule’s blade empty-handed.

Simultaneously, the swordsman Asmontis Ci appeared at Qian Jing’s flank, his sword crackling with electricity, aiming directly for Qian Jing’s throat—the style of a Sword Master’s disciple erupting in the most perilous strike: "Qian Jing!" A sneak attack! Almost entirely a sneak attack! Asmontis Ci sensed Qian Jing’s immense power and kept his sword extremely concealed, aiming to sever Qian Jing’s throat in one blow. The sword pressure unleashed was enough to suffocate someone to death on the spot!

With one arm holding Lucifer Liushui and the other clamped onto Beelzebub Gule’s battle saber, Qian Jing spun his wrist backward, forcibly attempting to wrench the blade from Gule’s grip. The sheer power made Gule feel he couldn't hold the saber steady and he quickly urged his battle aura to reclaim it.

His hands were occupied, but the sword edge was upon him! Qian Jing remained motionless, making no attempt to dodge. He lowered his chin slightly, opened his mouth just a crack, and allowed the longsword to enter, then snapped shut with a loud crack, turning it to water vapor and clamping down hard!

He bit it! He actually bit it! The True Saint swordsman attack from the Sword Master’s most exceptional disciple was caught with a mouth! This shock was too great; everyone stood dumbfounded.

Crack! Clang!

The longsword was stuck, unable to advance further. Beelzebub Gule’s battle saber had changed hands. Before Asmontis Ci could exert more force, Qian Jing kicked toward his abdomen.

The kick was sudden and swift, like a viper striking unexpectedly from a sleeve. If Asmontis Ci did not abandon his sword, his body would break.

In the flash of lightning, both young masters retreated rapidly!

Qian Jing spat out the sword—it shot toward Asmontis Ci, while the battle saber followed with a slash through the air.

Asmontis Ci instinctively raised his hand to catch the sword, but it was no longer under his control. It slammed violently into his nose, the sound of bones snapping echoing continuously. One arm looked as if it were about to detach from his body.

Beelzebub Gule grunted. A chunk of flesh the size of an infant’s fist was sliced from his left shoulder. If he hadn't continuously utilized dodging battle techniques, he would have lost an arm.

Facing the two most prominent young experts from the New Demon King competition, Qian Jing easily pushed them back and even caused the surrounding mages maintaining the magic array to vomit blood. Qian Jing’s fierce might was verified once again at this moment.

The patriarchs of the great demon clans watched Qian Jing in disbelief. During the previous Imperial Battle, this young man didn't even possess a Battle Soul, yet now he was a True Saint! And at the same True Saint realm, he placed such immense pressure on the entire younger generation of demons!

In just an instant, Qian Jing planted the symbol of invincibility in the minds of almost every demon.

Jolent, the King of Elements, sitting beside Lucifer Sairig, could no longer remain seated: "All old-generation True Saints of the King of Elements, heed my command! Execute Qian Jing!" Three old-generation True Saints of the Elemental Kings rose, erupting with different elemental powers that converged to form a unique combined attack! This was treatment Qian Jing had never encountered in the True Decree Dynasty!

Although the True Decree Dynasty had many experts back then, they were representatives of various races, and the experts of one clan never truly united. Every bloodline family possessed top-tier combination techniques, among which the Elemental Kings' technique was the strongest representative, weaving different elemental powers together to multiply combat strength many times over.

Qian Jing looked at the four True Saint experts of the Elemental Kings with a faint smile. His three Battle Souls behind him shook in the air, their Requiem of the Departed battle technique unleashing the same sorrow of the dead, forcefully suppressing the demon race’s Song of No Return. His entire body's battle aura flared. With one arm embracing Lucifer Liushui, who had already regained her strength, preventing further danger to the female demon, he looked up at the towering platform and took a step, heading directly for the Elemental Kings.

His landing sounded like thunder! His movement was like lightning! His actions were like a true dragon!

The Elemental Kings let out a long cry, and the three appeared behind Jolent, pouring elemental power into him without regard for cost. Jolent's body shone with seven-colored brilliance: "Qian Jing, witness my Four Symbols Elemental Convergence Radiance Seal!"

Qian Jing stomped his foot on the ground again, shaking the countless surrounding demons. He drew the Star of the Deceased Sword from his Battle Realm, transforming it into a great saber. With the Holy Artifact in hand, his power surged, and he violently activated his Violent Soul Domain. A saber light, seemingly capable of tearing apart stars, shredded the Four Symbols Elemental Convergence Radiance Seal.

Qian Jing retracted his saber and appeared before the Elemental King experts, striking in a manner that locked onto and enveloped all four!

This strike was not aimed at any single person, but simultaneously targeted all four experts! Qian Jing was accustomed to fighting large groups at once.

As he struck, the Eight Desolations Grandeur around him instantly activated, channeling the Undying Monarch Bloodline War Body. The Life and Death Star Seal executed at the outset utilized the power of life and death conversion to its extreme. It not only healed the minor injuries the Elemental Kings had sustained but also shrouded Qian Jing in an aura of death.

Before this strike, the Eight Desolations Grandeur had accumulated its momentum, power, battle aura, and battle techniques to their absolute peak, rivaling a blow from Qian Zhan Xuan’s Overlord Fist.

Qian Jing rotated his arm, unleashing Chaos with an elbow circle like a spear, directly colliding with the Life and Death Star Seal.

Bang!

The two supreme forces clashed. Eight Desolations Grandeur was sent flying backward immediately. The collision of the Life and Death Star Seal produced only a soft thud before it was completely absorbed into Chaos, which contained a purer form of the Life and Death Star Seal attracting it.

Qian Jing repelled the Eight Desolations Grandeur with one blow. His fist momentum unchanged, the Chaos Battle Technique pressed down again. Jolent roared, his entire body exploding with golden light, transforming into a pure golden man! Gold Element! The King of Elements Jolent’s strongest element, which happened to be very similar to Fen Tu Kuang Ge's Grand True Gold Battle Qi—it was also the Gold Element!

The Gold Element Soul Domain abruptly contracted, flowing entirely into Jolent’s body. The next moment, the Gold Element Soul Domain shattered! All battle techniques and even the Battle Soul exploded! Golden blood seeped from his body, shining like molten gold!

In a moment of life and death, Jolent abandoned everything to boost his power. His body became metallic, and he raised his arm above his head to forcibly block Qian Jing’s Chaos.

Fist met arm. Golden blood sprayed out again, and the metallic cracking sound exploded everywhere. Jolent’s body cracked inch by inch; his metallic bones and muscles began to shatter relentlessly, spurting golden liquid from various points.

No mercy could be shown! Jolent poured all his being into this one desperate strike. If Qian Jing held back, he might survive, but he would be at a disadvantage, allowing other demons to seize an opportunity.

The metallic body exploded directly in front of Qian Jing.

This time, Jolent, one of the three great bloodline martial family patriarchs of the demon race, was truly blasted apart by a single punch from Qian Jing, skipping the backward flight entirely, disintegrating right before Qian Jing.

Qian Jing’s Chaos had achieved new progress and growth under the atmospheric pressure exerted by the demons these past few days; its might had surged again. Even Pan Hongji would find it difficult to imagine facing Qian Jing now.

Chaos contained infinite power, which Qian Jing had been continuously exploring. Every moment of enlightenment boosted his strength.

Jolent’s strength was undeniable; combined with his clan experts, his power surpassed even that of Qian Zhan Xuan on that day. His ability to shatter all battle techniques meant he could kill the Qian Zhan Xuan of that day with one blow, yet he still could not withstand Qian Jing’s Chaos fist momentum.

Both were True Saints, yet they were clearly not on the same level! Qian Jing had been subtly grasping a new power these past few days, which seemed to be the true core of Chaos. This core allowed him to faintly establish a direct link with the stars, using their power to break through the true restraints of his own limitations!

It was precisely because of this realization that although both were True Saints, the gap in strength had become too vast! It wasn't that Jolent wasn't strong enough; it was that Qian Jing had become terrifyingly powerful since unlocking his second seal!

Two seals and days of contemplation had brought Qian Jing not just the aid of suppressing power but also vast insights. That suppression in the demon lands these past few days had erupted like a geyser.

The moment Jolent’s body exploded, an old demon seated next to Lucifer Sairig opened his eyes. Beneath his white eyebrows, his eyes were the embodiment of the sword; the two pairs of black wings of the Fallen Angel Bloodline War Body radiated the artistic conception of the sword even in their feathers.

The legendary Lucifer Nihao, who was in solitary seclusion! The Sword God-like existence of the Lucifer clan!

Lucifer Nihao opened his eyes, his entire being exuding the very essence of the sword. All the swords on the battlefield trembled, as if their king had arrived!