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

A moment later, the light faded, and Xia Jin finally opened her eyes.

It's still the same place as when we first started.

He glanced at his side; the gray-clad swordsman and Venerable Miaodi had just regained their footing.

But Xia Jin's gaze did not linger; her attention was immediately drawn to a spot not far away.

Three teams!

That's right. Of the original seven teams, now with the three of them, only three teams remain alive and have made it out of that ancient battlefield.

"Brother Xia!!"

The gray-clad swordsman beside him also saw the number of survivors and looked at Xia Jin with some relief, since he was probably the weakest among those who had survived.

"We really owe you a huge debt this time! Otherwise, without your help, it would have been almost impossible for us to come back alive. I'll remember this favor!"

As he spoke, the gray-clad swordsman's eyes became incredibly serious. "Brother Xia, if you ever need anything in the future, just say the word. As long as I can do it, I'll do it even at the cost of my life!"

"I feel the same way!" Venerable Miaodi, standing next to Xia Jin, nodded in agreement.

"Let's talk about these things later!" Xia Jin didn't seem to care. After all, with his current strength, he didn't think these two could help him much in the future.

This time, it was just because we were all from the Eastern Xuan Continent that I lent a helping hand.

His attention is now focused on the other two teams.

The team on the left, though only three people remained, was incredibly imposing.

In particular, the one leading the group was a man wearing black armor with two bronze maces crossed on his back.

He was arguably the strongest person Xia Jin had encountered since arriving at this ancient battlefield.

Behind the man were two other men, one carrying a long spear on his back and the other empty-handed, but the empty-handed man's arm was hanging limply, clearly broken.

The team on the right also consisted of three people, although all three had extremely ordinary appearances, the kind that you would forget at a glance.

But Xia Jin knew in her heart that anyone who could survive here was definitely not simple.

"The Apocalypse Continent, the Western Continent!"

Xia Jin's gaze swept over their clothing, instantly confirming their origins.

At the same time, as Xia Jin was sizing up the two groups of people, the people from those two teams were also looking in her direction.

Three pairs of eyes, six pairs of eyes, all fell on Xia Jin and the other two, or on Xia Jin herself.

Then, Xia Jin clearly saw the surprise, doubt, and... undisguised questioning in the other person's eyes.

"Um?"

The man in black armor with a bronze mace on his back was the first to frown.

His gaze lingered on Xia Jin for a long time.

The man behind him carrying a long spear was also stunned. "How is this possible..."

"Three people, and none of them were injured?"

The one-armed man frowned as he looked at Xia Jin and the others: "Of the seven of us from Tianqi Continent who entered this time, only three of us came out alive. And of the six from the Western Continent, only three of them remain. But what about them…?"

He swallowed hard, not finishing his sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.

The other two teams had almost everyone injured, some even seriously.

But these three people from the Eastern Xuan Continent, who were already three when they went in, were all alive!

The gray-clad swordsman was impeccably dressed and his breathing was steady; the monk's aura was subdued, and he was unharmed; and the man standing at the very front, dressed in a black dragon robe...

This person... not only was he uninjured, but his face remained completely expressionless, as if he had never just emerged from a place like the ancient battlefield where one had a near-death experience.

"That's interesting."

The man in black armor suddenly smirked: "Three people, all alive and well. Either they were incredibly lucky and didn't encounter any danger from beginning to end."

His eyes turned somewhat amused: "Either... they hid there from beginning to end, and didn't dare to participate in the fighting at all."

The two people behind him looked enlightened upon hearing this.

The man carrying the spear chuckled and muttered in agreement, "Brother's right. We fought tooth and nail for three days, sustaining so many wounds, just to get out alive. And they, on the other hand, are clean and tidy. Do they think they're worthy to stand with us?"

They didn't deliberately lower their voices.

It could even be said that they deliberately said it for Xia Jin and the other two to hear.

On the right, the three from the Western Continent did not speak, but one of the elders glanced at Xia Jin and the others, his brows furrowing slightly, a faint...disdain flashing in his eyes.

The gray-clad swordsman's face immediately darkened, and he touched the token hidden in his robes.

"It seems these people don't know our current points yet. I really want to know what kind of faces they'll have when they find out our combined points!"

"quiet."

A magnificent voice came from the sky, like thunder from the heavens, instantly attracting the attention of everyone on the stone platform.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Above the sky, a huge golden scroll slowly unfurled.

The scroll blotted out the sky, radiating golden light, and names began to appear on it.

"The ancient battlefield trial has ended."

"The leaderboard will also display everyone's final score."

As that magnificent sound faded away.

On the golden scroll, names flashed rapidly before the final result was revealed.

First place: Xia Jin from the Eastern Xuan Continent, points: 500.

Second place: Venerable Miaodi from the Eastern Xuan Continent, points: 320.

Third place: Sword Without Trace from the Eastern Xuan Continent, points: 310.

Fourth place: Li Chen from Tianqi Continent, points: 287.

Fifth place: Bai Xuan from the Western Continent, points: 259.

Sixth place: ...

The large golden characters hung high in the sky, dazzlingly bright.

The ground fell silent.

The mocking smile that had just appeared on the black-armored man's face froze instantly.

The man carrying a long spear and the man with the missing arm behind him stared intently at the three names at the top of the list, remaining motionless.

The three people from the Western Continent were also looking at the rankings on the list with shock.

"Five...five hundred?"

The man with the missing arm frowned, his face extremely grim: "He took five hundred points all by himself? How is that possible?!"

"We on the Tianqi Continent fought tooth and nail, and only managed to get 487 points! The Western Continent got 459! Those three people! Add up to just over 1100 points!!"

His companion's words caused the muscles on the black-armored man's face to twitch slightly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xia Jin again.

This time, his eyes no longer held the disdain they had before; instead, they were filled with deep shock, and... a hint of apprehension.

Five hundred points.

One person earned 500 points.

His two companions, one with a score of 320 and the other with a score of 310.

three people.

Three people took the top three spots on the list.

His name was suppressed beneath the man in the black dragon robe, completely overshadowed.

The man in black armor unconsciously clenched his fists, and took several deep breaths before his expression returned to normal.

No one spoke again on the stone platform.

Xia Jin stood with his hands behind his back, observing all the changes in the expressions of these people.

Awesome! This feeling of being proven wrong is so satisfying!