"But Jinhe is too strong; I'm afraid he won't escape death either," Lei Niu said in a deep voice.

In the fierce battle, Qin Ze gradually felt the power of the Golden Crane, whose attacks formed from the power of gold were almost impossible to dodge.

His body was hit multiple times, blood splattering everywhere, but he never flinched, his willpower as firm as iron.

"Young man, you've reached your limit. Give up." Jin He's voice was cold and ruthless, seemingly mocking Qin Ze's stubbornness.

However, an indomitable light shone in Qin Ze's eyes.

He knew that he could not back down now, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

He gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength, swung his weapon, and unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

A series of palm shadows coalesced into a tornado, sweeping towards the golden crane.

Jin He was astonished to find that the power of this move, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, far exceeded his expectations, and he had to defend himself with all his might.

The battle reached its climax, with Qin Ze's willpower and strength both at their peak.

His eyes were filled with determination and resolve as he nimbly darted through the air, dodging the golden crane's fierce attacks.

Jin He's golden power was firmly suppressed by Qin Ze's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and his offensive was gradually forced back.

Qin Ze followed closely behind, using swift and accurate strikes to force Jin He into a difficult situation.

His fists rained down like a storm, relentlessly bombarding Jinhe's defenses.

Jin He was in a sorry state, and he felt Qin Ze's strength and indomitable will.

But he was not willing to admit defeat so easily. He roared, and golden light gathered around him, forming a huge golden sphere.

The sphere of light contained all of the golden crane's power, exuding an extreme sense of oppression that made the surrounding air feel heavy.

Jinhe used all her strength to project the ball of light towards Qin Ze, at a speed that was almost impossible to dodge.

Qin Ze did not back down; his eyes gleamed with determination.

Without hesitation, he swung his weapon and unleashed his strongest attack.

An astonishing surge of energy erupted from his weapon, meeting the golden sphere of light head-on.

The energy fluctuations collided with the golden sphere of light, producing a deafening explosion.

Two immense forces clashed in mid-air, causing spatial distortion. Qin Ze stabilized his body, doing his utmost to suppress the energy fluctuations and contend with the golden sphere of light.

Jin He's expression turned ferocious; he sensed a powerful threat from Qin Ze.

He continuously channeled his golden power, attempting to suppress Qin Ze's energy fluctuations.

But Qin Ze did not back down; he steadfastly maintained the stability of the energy fluctuations.

After a brief standoff, the energy fluctuations finally suppressed the golden sphere and began to gradually push it toward the golden crane.

Jinhe's body was forced backward; he felt unable to resist Qin Ze's power.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the golden sphere of light finally exploded, and the golden crane was hit by the energy fluctuation, its body flying out instantly and crashing heavily to the ground.

The ground trembled, smoke and dust filled the air, and the golden crane's figure gradually became illusory.

Qin Ze's body was swaying precariously, and he had also suffered considerable injuries.

But his gaze remained resolute; he knew he had won.

He took firm steps and walked up to Jinhe.

"You did a great job, young man." Jin He's voice carried a hint of admiration, and a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

"I acknowledge your abilities; you have passed my test."

After a fierce battle, Qin Ze successfully defeated Jin He, and he was in high spirits.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

However, the exhaustion of his strength and the worsening of his injuries finally made him unable to hold on any longer. His eyelids gradually became heavy, and he eventually collapsed on the ground of the Tower of Babel.

When Qin Ze woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed, surrounded by a familiar fragrance.

He struggled to sit up and realized he was already home.

He looked at the familiar room and felt a surge of inexplicable emotion.

Just as he was preparing to re-enter the Tower of Babel to face the challenges of the other nine demonic beasts, the phone beside him rang, interrupting his thoughts.

He picked up the phone, and the screen displayed the name "Sister Qin Mo Ran".

"Hey, sis, what's up?" Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat; he knew his sister wouldn't call him for no reason.

On the other end of the phone, Qin Mozhan sounded anxious: "Aze, I'm in a bit of trouble. I had a get-together with my classmates at a bar today, and I ran into some problems. Can you help me?"

Qin Ze frowned. His sister rarely asked him for help so helplessly. "What happened? Tell me in detail."

Qin Mo Ran sighed, her tone somewhat displeased: "A group of young men of unknown background were in a bar, taking a liking to me and my classmate, trying to get us to drink with them. When we refused, they started attacking us. Although I can use martial arts, there are many ordinary people in the bar, so it's inconvenient for me to fight back. Now the situation is a bit tricky."

Qin Ze's expression turned cold, and flames of anger burned in his eyes.

He understood his sister's helplessness, but he would never allow anyone to bully his family.

"Sister, where are you? I'm coming right away." Qin Ze's voice was full of determination.

"I'm at Starlight Bar. Hurry up, they haven't really made a move yet, but I have a feeling they could strike at any moment." Qin Mo Ran's voice trembled slightly; she knew this kind of place could easily cause trouble.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon. I'll protect you and your classmates." Qin Ze's tone was firm and resolute.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Ze stood up, his anger still burning.

He quickly changed his clothes, hurriedly left home, and headed towards the Starry Night Bar.

On his way there, Qin Ze realized that the problem was not so simple and needed to be solved in a suitable way.

He decided to call his family's security company, a group of ordinary people who recruit retired special forces soldiers every year to handle disputes between ordinary people, in order to follow the rules set by the Chinese government for the cultivation world and prevent the grudges of cultivators from affecting the lives of ordinary people.

"Hello, this is Huaan Security Company. How can I help you?" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I am Qin Ze, and I have a problem. I need your help." Qin Ze's tone was firm.

"Qin Ze? It's Young Master. What can I do for you?"

The person on the other end of the phone sounded very excited.