Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

After being corrupted by demons, Ayan clashed fist-to-fist with the masked leader of the Crimson Flame Continent once again.

This time, the result was indeed completely different from before.

The masked leader of the Crimson Flame Continent, who had been so confident, let out a muffled groan, and the flames covering his arm were forcibly dispersed in several places.

Although the demonized Ayan was also knocked back a few steps and several demonic patterns on his right arm broke, he seemed to feel no pain and charged forward again, throwing punches continuously.

"Keep going! Ah Yan, those bastards won't last long!" Old Tong said excitedly, raising his fist and waving it around.

"How did this guy's strength suddenly increase so much!? Hmph! I don't believe it. He can't maintain this state for long. Once all the demonic runes on his body collapse, he'll be finished!" The masked leader from the Crimson Flame Continent glanced at the changes in Ayan and immediately deduced the key to victory.

However, after exchanging dozens of punches, he realized that things were not so simple. The big guy opposite him was throwing punches that were too heavy. Even though he was fine, his three companions behind him could not withstand the force of the punches coming through them, and their faces began to turn pale.

"Ayan, keep going! They're about to give up!" Old Tong laughed excitedly.

After exchanging blows for dozens of breaths, Ayan's massive body finally swayed, unable to swing his fist any further.

His knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee, panting heavily. The magical runes all over his body had almost completely collapsed.

The masked leader from the Crimson Flame Continent on the other side was in no better shape. Although he was still able to stand with difficulty, his three companions behind him were clearly unable to fight any longer and collapsed to the ground.

"Old Monster Tong...you mad dog...it seems you really don't care about the life or death of your companions!" His gaze was fixed on Old Monster Tong, his eyes filled with barely suppressed rage.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain, isn't that what you said?" Old Tong just sneered.

"It seems it's time for me to make my move!"

Xia Jin looked at the two sides, who were almost completely exhausted, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The void above his head distorted slightly, and his divine soul slowly emerged, instantly transforming into a long spear, its sharpness fully revealed.

A shocking stab!

But unlike before—a ring of white flames was now wrapped around the surface of the long hair.

It was the True Fire of the Sun that he inherited after entering the Divine Realm.

"Um?"

The masked leader of the Crimson Flame Continent was particularly perceptive. The moment Xia Jin's soul transformed into a spear, his eyelids twitched involuntarily a few times.

"What's going on?" He turned his head sharply to look behind him, but there was nothing but a pile of rocks.

But when he turned around, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Something is wrong!

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Swish,

A nearly invisible afterimage flashed by.

The terrifying thorn, wreathed in white flames, pierced effortlessly between the eyebrows of the masked leader of the Crimson Flame Continent and emerged from the back of his head.

Then came the second, third, and fourth rounds.

Connected in one line, completed in one go.

Not to mention the four masked men from the Crimson Flame Continent, even Elder Tong standing to the side couldn't clearly see the Divine Strike Xia Jin used.

He could only vaguely see a flash of white light.

Then, the four masked men from the Crimson Flame Continent collapsed one by one.

"Big Fatty, Second Fatty, did you see clearly what flew by just now?" Old Tong watched as his old rival collapsed in front of him without warning, his expression even showing a hint of absurdity. So he quickly looked at the two short, fat figures beside him.

"Old Tong...we didn't...we didn't see anything!!" The two brothers, Da Pang and Er Pang, looked at each other at the same time, somewhat bewildered!

But just as the two of them finished speaking, a man dressed in a black dragon robe walked out from behind a rock behind the four people from the Crimson Flame Continent.

Xia Jin completely ignored the change in expression of Elder Tong and the others, and walked directly to the four corpses.

His gaze fell on the token at the waist of the masked leader of the Crimson Flame Continent.

When Xia Jin saw the bright number "One Hundred and Twenty" on the token, a smile couldn't help but appear on her face.

The points on this token alone already exceed his own.

He simply grabbed at it from a distance, and the token flew into his palm.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

All four tokens landed in Xia Jin's palm.

Xia Jin didn't look at it for long, and closed her five fingers together.

Crack! All four tokens shattered.

Hundreds of points of light emanated from the shattered token and merged into the token at Xia Jin's waist.

300 points and 60 points.

Adding my previous points, I now have nearly five hundred.

After obtaining the points from those four people, Xia Jin also turned her attention to Elder Tong and the others.

Dead silence.

Looking at Xia Jin's ambiguous smile, Old Master Tong opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Your...Your Excellency..."

He paused, then subconsciously changed to a more cautious wording.

"Fellow Daoist, your methods are indeed impressive. I admire you."

Old Tong's face was deathly pale, but he forced out an unnatural smile.

Xia Jin didn't respond, but just looked at him quietly.

Old Master Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said:

"I am deeply grateful for your timely rescue, fellow Daoist. I am... Tong Yuan from the Qinglan Continent. May I ask your name?"

He sized up Xia Jin, secretly pondering whether this person was an enemy or a friend, having made a move at this crucial moment to eliminate his old rival.

But he had no recollection of this person.

...He can't be an unknown person.

Old Tong carefully examined his memories.

This person's features... seem somewhat familiar.

But even after searching his memory, he couldn't match this young face with any famous and powerful figure.

Those useless people from the Eastern Xuan Continent could never raise someone like this. Wait a minute, among the three from the Eastern Xuan Continent participating in the Temple assessment this time, one of them seems to resemble the person in front of me somewhat.

No...it shouldn't be.

He refused to believe that such a powerful figure could emerge from the Dongxuan Continent, which had always been at the bottom of the rankings.

So Elder Tong tentatively spoke, his tone tinged with flattery: "Your Excellency possesses an extraordinary bearing. To me... you seem somewhat familiar? May I ask which continent you descent from?"

Xia Jin looked at him but did not answer immediately.

His gaze was calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.

Old Master Tong's smile froze on his face, while Xia Jin's silence brought him an invisible pressure, causing a cold sweat to gradually seep down his back.

Ayan knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, not daring to move.

Big Fatty and Little Fatty held their breath, like two clay sculptures.

a long time.

Xia Jin suddenly smiled.

"Does he look familiar?"

"That's right! You guys were quite considerate of my two teammates just now!"