Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Good. You did well." Linguan Skylan placed Linguan Linfeng on the ground, and appreciation appeared in his dominating eyes as if a senior were looking at a junior. However, this appreciation was overpowered by the murderous spirit.

This golden griffin king bloodline warrior said, "It is about time that Linfeng learns the lesson. Without hardship and suffering, there will be no growth. As a gift to you for training Linfeng, I will offer you a bigger training session."

Linguan Skylan took a step forward, and his golden griffin king bloodline battle form was used. The golden griffin king warrior soul shined, and it was brighter and more complete compared to that of Linguan Linfeng. Domination was vaguely expressed, and the air exploded as Linguan Skylan clenched his fists.

Streaks of visible lightning energy coiled around Linguan Skylan’s wrists, and it seemed like the lightning in the world was controlled by him.

The Thunder Lion King, the most talented genius warrior of the Golden Griffin King Bloodline Family, the No.1 Seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List, attacked.

Most of the people who were watching the battle backed off subconsciously. It felt as if they didn’t back off by two more steps, the overbearing aura of the Thunder Lion King was going to crush their chests and make them puke up their blood.

Pam Honzi raised his eyebrows and appreciation appeared in his eyes. This was the peak warrior soul among all peak soul-power warriors. Linguan Skylan could enter the next level at any time; he could at least become a half-saint warrior.

Even if Linguan Skylan didn’t achieve another awakening, his warrior soul was dense and pure enough to make him enter the Half Saint Realm.

While resting his chin on his palm, Pam Honzi observed Linguan Skylan and thought, "Is this Thunder Lion King intentionally held back from stepping into the next level, doing a unique accumulation of energy and special preparations, or is he stuck here and blocked out by the threshold?"

"If he is only accumulating strength and not stuck, Qian Jin might have a tough battle in front of him," Pam Honzi thought to himself.

The dominating presence and arrogant speech! Linguan Skylan was similar to Qian Zhanxuan in many ways.

At that moment, Linguan Skylan’s overbearing aura seemed to merge with Qian Zhanxuan’s image in Qian Jin’s eyes.

Qian Jin felt like the person in front of him wasn’t Linguan Skylan but Qian Zhanxuan.

"Training me?" Qian Jin suddenly straightened his back, and his three warrior souls appeared in front of everyone for the first time. Except for the one who looked like Fabreidis, the other two warrior souls were in heavy armor. Only their eyes could be seen through the opening on the helmets, and demonic light flashed in them.

"Qian Jin’s heart is still mostly closed-up," Pam Honzi sighed and thought. "Perhaps his heart will only open when he meets Qian Zhanxuan next time. Only then will the armor on these two warrior souls disappear and reveal their faces, right?"

"I hate Qian Zhanxuan; I hate his personality." It sounded like Qian Jin was murmuring to himself. "He is always right in his mind, and he never considers others. He thinks that he is the center of the universe, and ordinary warriors are even inferior to ants."

"I hate, hate this type of personality. Qian Zhanxuan has destroyed many people with his personality, yet he is proud that he is dominant and made the right decision. I’m glad that my bloodline power wasn’t awakened. Otherwise, perhaps I would be like you and admire him blindly, ignoring other people’s feelings," Qian Jin said as he stared at Linguan Skylan

"Other people’s feelings?" Linguan Skylan looked at the three distinct warrior souls behind Qian Jin, yet his dominating presence grew stronger instead of dropping. He replied, "That is pretty much bullsh*t. You are only coming from the perspective of ordinary people, and I’m coming from the perspective of great and honorable bloodline warriors. Don’t make yourself sound so noble."

"I never think that I’m noble. I have seen poor warrior unions living in cities where bloodline families are at. Their living environment is cruel. Ordinary warriors are also risking their blood and lives, and your blood is also red, not the glorious gold. You bloodline warriors also get injured and killed. We give as much as you, but you get way more back. This isn’t important. The most important thing is that we risk our lives for the empire, yet we don’t get the respect that we deserve; we only get disdainful stares and glances of slight."

"I’m not noble, but I have tough bones. Even if I didn’t have my current level of strength, I wouldn’t try to flatter you. Without ordinary people like us, you guys who are arrogant and in power are nothing."

"You eat the food that ordinary people make, you wear clothes that ordinary people create, and you use the ores and minerals that ordinary people mine. You use all these resources to expand your forces, and you turn back around and drain ordinary people even more. You are only a bunch of parasites that suck the blood from other people."

"You are not noble, not before, and not now. Without the work and effort of us, the ordinary people, you are nothing."

The people who were in the area had different expressions after hearing this. The young people already turned a little fanatic, and they repeated ’you are nothing’ which Qian Jin had just said.

For all these years, ordinary people were educated in a certain way. Their mission was to help the mighty bloodline warriors battle the demons, and bloodline warriors took priority over everything else. If a bloodline warrior wiped out a family, the punishment would be sending this person onto the Human-Demon Battlefront, and no one would know if this person got killed afterward.

However, if an ordinary person killed someone else, let alone an entire family, the death penalty was the only punishment.

Young people had an easier time understanding new things and accepting new ideas. Right now, all these young people who were sent here by their families looked at Qian Jin in another light.

Pam Honzi smiled and observed everyone’s reaction. Even if this incident didn’t occur today, it was going to happen sooner or later. Somethings couldn’t be blocked regardless of how hard people tried. Therefore, his way of treating ordinary people in the territory of Hydra Bloodline Family with fairness was the correct move.

"Without bloodline warriors, the Zence Empire would have been conquered. Instead of being thankful, you hold such resentment. Many people like you who can only complain and doesn’t know the importance of unity, and you can only divide the nation. If there are many people like you, the foundation of Zence Empire will be threatened."

"If the Zence Empire is defeated by the demons, all humans will die!" Linguan Skylan said as he walked toward Qian Jin, "You ignore the negative consequences that your influence brings, and you will divide the empire in the future. Therefore, for the Zence Empire, for humans, I must beat you to death today!"

Linguan Skylan spoke fast, and his presence got stronger after he said each sentence.

In a flash, his image was much more significant in others’ eyes, and he looked like a god who was guarding the Zence Empire.

Then, Linguan Skylan waved his hand, and a spear that had many runes engraved on it appeared. He thought to himself, "The status of bloodline warriors can’t be challenged! The unity of Zence Empire can’t be shaken, and Izabella’s attention isn’t allowed to stay on Qian Jin!"

Linguan Skylan’s eagle-like eyes locked onto Qian Jin, and the spear in his hand dashed forward like a river that was flowing down a tall mountain. The spearhead on this great warrior weapon shook up and down, and it let out a series of rumbling noises that was louder than an ancient bell.

Then, as air-piercing noises sounded, the spear attack the three points on Qian Jin’s body, head, torso, and legs.

The spearhead spun and moved around, making others have a hard time detecting where this strike was landing.

Pierce feet, destroy legs, shatter torso, penetrate head, and take life! This was the real power of a spear, and this was why most famous generals used spears on the battlefield. With one spear and one warhorse, they could destroy a city.

The spear that was several meters long danced in Linguan Skylan’s hand as if it came to life. Brilliant lights flashed as if hundreds of flowers bloomed, and endless murderous spirit rushed forward with eye-piercing blood light.

Facing such a powerful strike, anyone who wasn’t a saint warrior would instinctively choose to dodge first, avoiding being injured by Linguan Skylan’s spear strike that merged his murderous spirit, murderous intent, and bloody technique which he acquired from the battlefield.

However, what was the outcome of dodging? Like a surging river that rushed down a tall mountain, Linguan Skylan’s spear could use any variation and attack non-stop. Then, Qian Jin would have no chance of turning the situation around.

When this spear strike shined the brightest, all the masters thought back to the scene where Qian Jin struck Linguan Linfeng with his palm.

"No wonder he is the No.1 Seat of the Hundred Battle Ranking List! Linguan Skylan doesn’t only want to kill Qian Jin; he is trying to use Qian Jin’s own method to end the battle!" people praised in their minds.

"A beautiful spear strike! The aura, the murderous spirit, the murderous intent, and the technique are all at the peak..." With his arms wrapped before his chest, Pam Honzi thought to himself with a smile, "But this strike can’t defeat Qian Jin."

Rosella clenched her fists and stared at the battlefield which she couldn’t clearly see, and the thought of Qian Jin losing the battle never dawned on her. Qian Jin had been through countless battles, and he was invincible in Rosella’s mind.

At this moment, anger disappeared from Qian Jin’s eyes, and only calmness remained. Like the calm surface of a lake during a windless day, no emotions could be seen in his eyes. There wasn’t hatred, anger, or even hunger for battle. Only a small portion of his skin on his forehead twitched a little. From his extensive combat experience and sharp instinct, Qian Jin detected that this spear strike targeted his head.

Insane sensation! Qian Jin ignored where Linguan Skylan’s spear was targeting. With both his hands on the giant zhanmadao, Qian Jin suddenly slashed out by pressing down with his backhand while his forehand gripped the saber loosely.

A colossal crescent moon appeared in the sky. It wasn’t a real moon but the bright arc that the saber drew out.

It was a strike that combined techniques such as Land-Tearing Chop, Dividing Metal Multi-Chops, and Bloody Combat Seven Strikes. As if he were swinging with the milky way as his weapon, nothing could stop Qian Jin’s strike. With intense murderous spirit mixed in, it felt like even the land was going to be cut in half.

This saber strike put very complex movements like the ones in Linguan Skylan’s spear strike, and the simple, basic, and grand saber strike shattered many spear energies and took out the fake moves.

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