On the Borderlands Battlefield between the Human and Demon Races.
Above the dense forest, a streak of golden Escape Light shot across the sky, its raging aura running rampant and frightening the birds and beasts into scattering in panic.
Within the golden light was a handsome young man with a high nose, sharp golden eyes, and a magnificent Golden-Robed Man.
His Escape Speed was astonishing, as swift as a startled swan.
As he flew, a tall, thin old man with red hair and a hooked nose chased desperately behind him.
The old man called urgently as he pursued him.
"Ninth Young Master, Ninth Young Master, wait for me.
Please don't fly so high! This is the Borderlands Battlefield. If a Human Race expert spots you, you'll be in danger."
Hearing this, the young man within the golden light merely scoffed, his face full of disdain.
"Danger? I, Jin Jiuxiao, am the danger to them.
I've been cooped up in the tribe for so long, and now I've finally reached the Borderlands Battlefield. Today, I'm going to kill to my heart's content!"
The old man felt both anxious and helpless. Sure enough, the Ninth Young Master's arrogant, belligerent nature had run wild the moment he arrived at the Borderlands Battlefield.
He chased for all he was worth and pleaded at length, but the Ninth Young Master paid him no heed and was about to fly out of sight.
He could only grit his teeth.
"Ninth Young Master, if you keep this up, this old servant can only send word to the clan head and ask him to use his great Divine Ability to bring you back."
At these words, the Golden-Robed Man, who had been tearing through the air and was about to vanish from sight, immediately paled.
"You old bird