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

Xia Jin's words immediately put Elder Tong and the others on high alert.

The smile on Old Tong's face froze instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

Ruined.

They really are from the Eastern Xuan Continent.

He instinctively took a half step back, and the two short, stout figures shivered in unison.

Even Ayan, who had just been seriously injured and kneeling on the ground, unconsciously stood up and looked at Xia Jin with a look of fear.

"What? Are you all looking at me with such expressions because you don't want to believe that I am from the Eastern Xuan Continent, or because you dare not believe it? Hahahaha!" Xia Jin put his hands behind his back and suddenly burst into laughter.

As Xia Jin laughed, Venerable Miaodi and the gray-clad swordsman, who had just left the battlefield, walked out side by side from a distance.

Venerable Miaodi remained unmoved, his face as expressionless as a still well. But the gray-clad swordsman looked utterly delighted.

However, his radiant smile was even more glaring to Old Tong than the demonized Ayan's fist.

"Amitabha." Venerable Miaodi clasped his hands together, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group before finally settling on Elder Tong's gloomy little face.

"Benefactor Tong, how have you been?"

Old Tong's lips twitched, and before he could speak, the gray-clad swordsman sneered.

"Unharmed? Venerable One, do you think he dares to say he's unharmed now?" He sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. "Little kid, you were so arrogant towards us just now, how come you're mute now?"

"Little kid? You...you dare to call me little kid!?" Old Tong's eyes flashed with intense killing intent, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but when he saw Xia Jin suddenly narrowing her eyes, he swallowed the angry curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

It's not that he doesn't want to lash out, it's that he's afraid to.

He didn't take the gray-clad swordsman in front of him seriously, but the figure behind him, dressed in a black dragon robe, had the ability to wipe them all out.

For a moment, Old Tong felt as if he were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.

He took a deep breath and stared intently at Xia Jin: "Fellow Daoist... we were indeed wrong just now."

We admit defeat.

As soon as he finished speaking, he tore off the token from his waist and threw it at Xia Jin without hesitation.

"These points, a total of 130, are all yours." Old Tong's voice was low, filled with suppressed dejection. "Consider it my compensation to you."

Xia Jin took the token directly, glancing at the numbers on it out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, they were exactly the same as what the other party had said, and she immediately smiled slightly.

"You're quite decisive."

He looked at Old Man Tong with a hint of surprise, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

"But do you think I'd be satisfied with just your token? You must know, our team isn't just me!"

Xia Jin's words immediately darkened Elder Tong's face.

He narrowed his eyes, and a hint of barely suppressed rage finally surfaced in them.

"Fellow Daoist, are you really going to push us to this point!?"

"That's right! We admit you're strong! But it's just you alone! Those two people pose no threat to us at all!" The fat man looked at Xia Jin with a gloomy expression.

"Even if the four of us join forces and fight to the death, I'm afraid you, fellow Daoist, will not gain any advantage!"

The moment he spoke, Ayan's expression turned cold, and he stepped forward, blocking Tong Lao's path.

However, before Xia Jin could speak, the gray-clad swordsman beside her had already spoken lazily.

"Forced?" He seemed to have heard the biggest joke, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"When you were pressuring us earlier, you didn't seem this aggrieved. Now that it's your turn, why are you asking if we're being forced?"

He had been holding back his anger for a while and was just looking for a chance to vent it, so he was determined not to miss any opportunity to mock the other party.

"Hey! Did you hear what my friend said? Besides, aren't you overestimating yourselves? Even if you were at your peak, let alone now that you're injured, you still wouldn't be a match for me if you joined forces."

Xia Jin's condescending attitude caused Elder Tong's face to darken completely.

He stared intently at the gray-clad swordsman, then slowly turned to look at Xia Jin, remaining silent for a long while.

Xia Jin smiled.

"Alright, I don't have time to waste here with you. Either I kill you, or you obediently hand over your tokens. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare you today!"

As she spoke, Xia Jin stretched out her hand and gestured to the group to hand over the token.

"This is outrageous...this is too much!"

Old Tong shuddered and clenched his fists, gritting his teeth.

Ayan, who was behind him, turned to look at him, while Da Pang and Er Pang were also waiting for his orders.

The deathly silence lasted for three breaths.

Old Master Tong seemed resigned to his fate. He stared intently at Xia Jin, but finally managed to squeeze out only one word through gritted teeth:

"……Give."

He turned around, his eyes already bloodshot.

"Give him all three of your tokens."

"Elder Tong!!" Ayan was somewhat reluctant, but seeing that Elder Tong remained silent, he could only take off his token and throw it at Xia Jin.

The two fat men on the side exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, took off their tokens from their waists, and threw them over.

All four tokens, along with the one Elder Tong had previously held, fell into Xia Jin's hands.

Click.

The token shattered, and hundreds of points of light, like fireflies, converged into the token at Xia Jin's waist.

The score fluctuated continuously.

Four hundred and twenty.

Adding the previous five hundred points, the final score became nine hundred.

Xia Jin looked at the numbers on the token and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

He waved to the group.

"Alright."

"You can get out now."

"Alright."

"You can get out now."

Old Tong's jaw muscles twitched violently.

"...Let's go!"

These three words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

The four figures turned around almost simultaneously, preparing to leave into the distance.

Xia Jin stood still, turned her head and exchanged a wink with Venerable Miaodi and the gray-robed swordsman.

Xia Jin moved.

He instantly appeared behind Big Fatty and Little Fatty, shaking his head pitifully.

The two fat men felt a chill on the back of their necks.

The next second, two hands were firmly gripping their shoulders.

"you!"

Old Master Tong sensed Xia Jin's aura fluctuations in an instant. When he turned around, the scene before him caused his expression to change drastically.

White flames erupted from Xia Jin's palm, engulfing the two short, stout figures.

"what!"

Screams echoed throughout the area.

The faces of the two fat men were contorted in the white flames, but they were powerless to resist.

"asshole!!!"

Old Tong's eyes were bloodshot. "You actually broke your promise!! You must..."

But he hadn't finished speaking.

A section of the sword tip had already pierced through his chest.