The Spirit Casket was not large, but as the Qian Jin spun halfway around the Spirit Coffin, an obstacle appeared directly ahead. Kessas glared at Qian Jin with intense hatred—the man who, for the past two years, had fueled his resentment, rage, and sometimes even nightmare-inducing fear. Qian Jin’s feet were still planted firmly on Lorin’s Spirit Casket, just as they had been initially, his entire focus drawn to Qian Jin, so much so that he’d forgotten where his own feet were resting.

Two years! Every nightmare featured this man! Kessas stared at Qian Jin, the corner of his lips involuntarily curling into a slight smirk. Today, the nightmare figure of the past two years could finally be eliminated! He hadn't even needed an excuse to deal with him; unexpectedly, the man had walked right into his trap.

“Two years ago, perhaps I feared you. Now? Hmph, hmph.” The slight smirk on Kessas’s lips twisted into a sneer, his chin tilting up slightly as he looked down at Qian Jin. He secretly congratulated himself for securing this post from the family this time. Not only would he seize all the assets of the Luo family, earning great merit in expanding the family’s influence in Oakland City, but he could also use the family’s power to teach this rival, whom he had resented for two years, a lesson.

Kessas, with a sneer, glanced toward the warrior sitting nearby, sipping tea. This time, the family had not only dispatched this Rank Ten Warrior but had also sent two Demon Slaying Warriors and a Mage into the city! Never mind a Qian Jin who had been missing for two years; even if he had been continually advancing in the Warrior stream at the Oakland College of Magic and Warriors, in the face of the immense power of the Kai family, he was no more significant than an ant.

Kessas raised a hand to touch his slightly aquiline nose, an unspeakable arrogance flashing across his fierce expression: “Qian Jin, do you think this is the academy from two years ago? Do you even remember what you did to me back then? This time, our Kai family brought two Demon Slaying Warriors, and this Rank Ten Warrior…”

The warrior sitting on the chair, sipping tea, raised his head slightly, a trace of contemptuous arrogance coloring his brow. He glanced at Qian Jin with an almost condescending sweep, then returned his attention to the teacup in his hand.

The four vigilant warriors felt their tension instantly ease. They chided themselves for being too cowardly. Young Master Kessas was right! The Kai family had deployed two Demon Slaying Warriors this time, plus a Mage and this Rank Ten Warrior. As long as they operated within the bounds of the law, even the City Lord and the City Guardian couldn’t say anything—let alone a mere warrior student?

Kessas’s smiling face was filled with smug satisfaction. Beyond these reinforcements, the Kai family had even managed to hire the help of a Bloodline Warrior! Of course, such details didn't need to be shared with irrelevant, lower-ranking personnel.

“This matter originally had nothing to do with you,” Kessas thought of his family, his courage swelling continuously. He raised his hand and pointed at Qian Jin’s nose: “Since you’ve come…”

Qian Jin’s eyes flickered to the leg planted on Lorin’s Spirit Casket. His brows furrowed slightly above his eyes, which held a faint, sorrowful calm. He showed no sign of stopping. The four warriors suddenly sensed something was wrong. Just as their feet prepared to push off, Qian Jin’s leg snapped up high and then slammed down heavily! Like a battle-axe, it brutally cleaved down upon the knee joint of the leg Kessas had propped on the Spirit Axis.

Crack!

The crisp, loud sound of bone shattering was jarringly sharp in the quiet memorial hall.

Qian Jin’s leg could easily shatter a wooden post half a foot thick; how could Kessas’s knee withstand such force?

The sound of breaking bone rang out as clearly as a slap. Kessas’s body went limp, his hands instinctively clutching his shattered, inverted left leg, which was now angled completely opposite to its normal shape. He rolled on the ground, emitting pig-slaughtering screams—piercing, desolate cries that never ceased. Qian Jin’s expression remained as impassive and cold as before. Looking down at Kessas on the floor, he showed no other reaction, making the entire memorial hall feel even more desolate and terrifying: “This is where Lorin sleeps. Is this ground fit for your filthy feet to touch?”

The four warriors were stunned. The attack was not only sudden but, more importantly, incredibly ruthless and utterly calm. Without speaking a word, he had attacked directly, completely shattering the man’s kneecap, and acting as if it meant nothing. His demeanor could only be described as terrifying.

The four stunned warriors couldn't believe what they were witnessing. They exchanged glances, seeing the disbelief reflected in each other’s eyes. They wondered if this young man had truly gone mad. Had he not heard what Young Master Kessas said? The Kai family had invested heavily to gain entry into Oakland City this time! A Rank Ten Warrior, two Demon Slaying Warriors! Demon Slaying Warriors! Facing such power, and yet he hadn't spoken a single word before lifting his leg and completely shattering a man’s knee? The degree to which the leg bone was deformed meant it would clearly never recover in this lifetime…

Did he know who he was dealing with? Was Kessas a demon? This move could only be described as savage!

The warrior who had been leisurely sipping tea in his chair casually set his cup down on the table, pushed himself up from the chair arms, picked up the longsword resting on the table, and walked before Qian Jin. His eyes, displeased, swept over the agonizingly howling Kessas before finally looking at Qian Jin: “Break both your legs and one arm yourself, then get out. I can pretend this never happened. If you force me to act…”

Qian Jin’s eyelids lifted slightly as he looked at the imposing warrior before him and asked lightly, “Rank Ten Warrior?” A trace of haughty pride resurfaced, his chin involuntarily rising slightly, his eyes revealing a deeper layer of disdain. A Rank Ten Warrior! In Oakland, aside from the City Lord and the City Guardian, they were invincible! A warrior student who was only a first-year at the Oakland College of Magic and Warriors two years ago—how powerful could he truly be? He only needed to extend one finger to crush him like an insect.

Snap! Qian Jin’s right hand suddenly clenched into a fist with a sharp sound, his wrist quickly rotated, and his hand flashed toward the opponent’s lower abdomen!

Boom! The Rank Ten Warrior didn't even have time to react. His lower abdomen was struck squarely, and his body instantly curved like a shrimp. His arrogantly proud face was utterly contorted. The force passed through his abdomen and erupted from his back, causing the fabric of his back where the punch landed to bulge high. His feet, rooted to the ground, could no longer grip the earth, and his body flew backward uncontrollably. In his ears rang the words Qian Jin spoke as he struck: “Old man, I was already a Rank Ten Warrior two years ago!”

Two years ago? How was that possible? The flying Rank Ten Warrior spat out the tea he had just drunk, mixed with the breakfast food, blood staining it all. He couldn't believe what he had heard. How old was this man named Qian Jin two years ago? Even at his current age, becoming a Rank Ten Warrior was astonishing…

Snap! The Rank Ten Warrior, flying backward, was less than a meter from the ground when he suddenly felt something block the back of his head. His entire body was stopped from falling further back in mid-air. He realized it was Qian Jin, who had stepped forward, reaching through the air to grip the warrior’s neck and seize his head.

“This is where Lorin sleeps. Is this seat also yours to occupy?” Qian Jin’s chilling words reached the Rank Ten Warrior’s ears.

The Rank Ten Warrior let out a painful, sharp scream. Before his legs were even firmly on the ground, Qian Jin swept his leg behind the warrior’s knee joint.

Crack! Thud! The Rank Ten Warrior’s legs snapped. His knees slammed heavily onto the ground, forcing him into a kneeling posture before Lorin’s Spirit Casket.

Qian Jin didn't look at the Rank Ten Warrior, who had passed out from pain on the ground, nor did he spare a glance for the four accompanying warriors. He turned, grabbed Kessas’s head in one movement, and lifted him up, shoving his face close to the footprint on Lorin’s Spirit Casket, coldly stating: “Lick it clean.”

The four warriors stared blankly as the situation in the memorial hall shifted instantly. A stream of icy cold shot straight from their spines to their brains. Zhu Lisi’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, clicking together in the silence of the hall—this method was simply too brutal.

Kessas looked up at Qian Jin, intending to throw out a harsh threat. The moment their eyes met, his body shuddered violently. He forgot his pain and the threats about the Kai family’s vast wealth. Obediently, he stuck out his tongue, preparing to lick.

“Forget it! Don’t dirty Lorin’s things.” Qian Jin exerted force in his arm, dragging Kessas back a meter. He then lifted his leg and kicked the back of Kessas’s one remaining functional knee. The heavy thud of impacting bone once again echoed through the hall.

“Don’t you know the rules for honoring a Spirit Hall?” Qian Jin’s hand gripped the back of Kessas’s head as he spoke coldly. “Very well, I’ll teach you today. You are supposed to kowtow!” Bang! A powerful impact struck the back of Kessas’s head. His slender neck could not withstand the force, and his forehead slammed heavily onto the floorboards, kicking up the sparse dust.

The next moment, a layer of bright red blood stained the floor. Kessas felt his skull splitting; the entire world was spinning, and his vision was entirely consumed by crimson.

Bang! Kessas’s forehead struck the floor again, splashing up more of the bright red blood. The whole world grew hazy, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four warriors and Zhu Lisi watched in horror as Qian Jin lifted and forced Kessas’s head down, then lifted and forced it down again—nine collisions with the ground in quick succession, turning Kessas’s head into something resembling a bloody ball.

Qian Jin wiped his blood-soaked hand on Kessas’s body, then gripped his neck, hoisting him high. With a powerful heave, he threw the man—whether dead or unconscious, it was impossible to tell—out of the memorial hall. He skidded across the courtyard ground, leaving a long crimson streak, before turning his gaze toward the other four warriors: “Carry them. Get out! Don’t soil the place where Fatty sleeps.”

Unadulterated violence, the most savage and ruthless means, were taken to their extreme in the small memorial hall.

The four warriors looked at Qian Jin and could not muster even a shred of intent to fight. Even the Rank Ten Warrior, Duo Kuojian’er, had been instantly crippled, and his crippled state matched exactly what Qian Jin had warned before he attacked.

The four warriors split into two groups, silently lifting the crippled Rank Ten Warrior Duo Kuojian’er and Kessas. They didn't dare to look at Qian Jin again, nor did they dare linger in the memorial hall for another second. Gone was the previous arrogance used to bully Luo Qingqing. They shamefacedly slipped out of the courtyard quickly, making sure to close the courtyard gate behind them.