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

After Xia Jin adjusted her state, she soon faced Xing Ruoliu, who was ranked fifth in the Heavenly Rank.

"My lord, I will be here to await your triumphant return!" Yin Shixuan bowed respectfully as he looked at Xia Jin, who was preparing to depart.

"Hmph! You're getting better and better at talking." Xia Jin glanced at Yin Shixuan and stepped into the void gate in front of her with a smile.

When he reappeared, he was already standing on the battle platform.

Xia Jin stood with her hands behind her back, waiting with a relaxed expression.

Less than ten breaths later, the void on the other side of the battle arena began to distort.

A similar void gate slowly appeared, and then a white figure walked out from it.

She was an extremely beautiful woman, with a natural, alluring charm in her eyes and brows; her gaze seemed capable of stealing one's soul.

The punishment is like a willow tree.

She stepped out of the void gate, her gaze falling on Xia Jin, giving her a brief once-over.

"You're Xing Ruoliu, ranked fifth?" Xia Jin looked at the other person with audacity and asked casually.

Xing Ruoliu nodded, her narrow phoenix eyes sweeping over Xia Jin, and after a moment, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

"Your aura... even I couldn't see through it. It seems that being able to defeat seventeen Heaven-ranked disciples in a row does indeed give you some strength."

Xia Jin frowned at Xing Ruoliu's words.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense." His eyes were fixed on Xing Ruoliu's eyes. "Come on, fight me."

The king?

Xing Ruoliu raised an eyebrow slightly; this self-designation was quite novel.

She stared at Xia Jin for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was so faint that it didn't attract much attention, but in that instant, Xia Jin felt a blur before her eyes.

The surrounding scenery has changed.

The battle arena disappeared, the starry sky above disappeared, and the surging sea of ​​clouds all around disappeared.

Instead, peach trees covered the hillsides.

Pink petals fell like rain, quickly covering the ground beneath their feet.

A faint floral fragrance began to fill the air, and every now and then a few birds flew overhead; everything was as beautiful as a fairyland.

Xia Jin looked down and watched a petal fall into his palm.

The petals even had a slight coolness to them, as if they had just been picked from the branch.

He frowned.

"This thing...it looks exactly like the real thing."

Xing Ruoliu's voice came from all directions, ethereal and uncertain.

"Brother Xia, if you can break my illusion, I will admit defeat today."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Jin looked up.

Xing Ruoliu's figure had long since disappeared from his sight.

It has completely disappeared.

Xia Jin narrowed his eyes, and his spiritual power quietly spread out. But to his surprise, there was nothing unusual around him.

"Interesting, but an illusion is ultimately just an illusion."

He sneered, then suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch in one direction.

The violent force of the fist was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea; wherever it passed, the peach trees instantly turned to dust, and a deep furrow was plowed into the ground.

But the next second, a hint of surprise appeared in Xia Jin's eyes.

The destroyed peach trees regrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye. One by one, the peach trees sprouted from the ground, budded, blossomed, and bore fruit, returning to their original state in the blink of an eye.

More petals fell, denser and more numerous than before.

Xia Jin stood still, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings.

Just then, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind a peach tree.

The footsteps were very light and slow, yet exceptionally clear.

Xia Jin turned her head to look.

A person slowly walked out from behind the peach tree.

It was a woman, wearing a phoenix crown and a bright red wedding dress. She walked very slowly.

Petals drifted down onto her shoulders and into her hair, adding a touch of melancholy to her beauty.

When Xia Jin saw that face clearly, his pupils contracted slightly.

That face seemed somewhat familiar to him.

A cool, aloof gaze, refined features, and slightly pursed lips...

She bears at least eight or nine points of resemblance to Leng Yuexi.

"Yue tide?"

Xia Jin unconsciously uttered the name.

The woman looked up at him, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. She opened her arms and ran quickly towards Xia Jin, the hem of her wedding dress fluttering among the petals, the beads on her phoenix crown making a crisp clinking sound.

Very beautiful.

It's very beautiful.

It's like a painting.

Xia Jin stood still, without moving.

The woman ran closer and closer. Ten steps... five steps... three steps...

Just as she was about to throw herself into Xia Jin's arms, her hand suddenly moved.

A flash of cold light appeared, and a short knife appeared in her hand without her noticing, stabbing directly at Xia Jin's chest!

The blade was sharp and its killing intent was palpable.

The dagger pierced Xia Jin's chest, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The tip of the knife broke off.

The woman's hand froze in mid-air, her expression shifting from fierce to astonishment, and then from astonishment to bewilderment.

Xia Jin looked down at her chest, then looked up at the woman in front of her who resembled Leng Yuexi by eight or nine points, her eyes gradually turning cold.

The next second, Xia Jin raised his hand, his five fingers joined together, and pierced straight through her chest.

"puff!"

The sound of flesh and blood breaking was exceptionally clear amidst the rain of petals.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief. Her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Leng Yuexi's, was filled with blankness, as if she had never expected Xia Jin to be so decisive in killing her.

Xia Jin looked at her face, her eyes icy cold.

"You dare to try and deceive me with that face?"

A wisp of white flame rose.

Immediately afterwards, the flames surged and transformed into raging flames, engulfing the woman completely.

As white flames rose, the woman's figure quickly turned into nothingness and completely disappeared into the rain of flowers.

The peach grove remains the same.

The petals continued to fall.

But Xia Jin stood still, the coldness in her eyes not only not fading, but growing even stronger.

That face.

That face bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Leng Yuexi.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

not enough.

That's not enough.

"Dare to challenge my bottom line..." His voice was filled with extreme killing intent, "Who gave you the audacity?"

As she spoke, a sun mark suddenly appeared between Xia Jin's eyebrows.

The moment the sun's mark appeared, a vast and boundless aura erupted from Xia Jin.

That aura had long surpassed the realm of ordinary cultivators.

That was the aura of the Demon Emperor.

He looked down upon the world and suppressed all ages.

At the same time, the void behind Xia Jin began to distort.

The first ray of light enveloped his entire body.

The second halo expanded to three zhang (approximately 10 meters), upon which one could faintly see mountains, rivers, the sun and moon, and the stars moving about.

The third beam of light reached straight to the sky, turning half of the sky a blazing white!

Three wheels appeared simultaneously!

The world changed color!

Those eyes had now turned pure gold.

"burn."

He opened his mouth, uttering only one word.

The sound was not loud, but it seemed like a decree from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire illusion.

The next second, three beams of light behind him burst forth with dazzling light.

White flames erupted from the halo.

Like a tsunami, it surged wildly in all directions.

Wherever it passed, those beautiful peach trees didn't even have a chance to struggle before turning into nothingness.

Instead of being burned to ashes, it simply vanished, as if it had never existed.

The rain of petals instantly evaporated under the impact of the white flames.

The grass beneath my feet turned into a scorched black patch in the blink of an eye, and then vanished into nothingness.

The distant hills were swept away by the flames and disappeared into the air.

Even the air is burning.

Wherever the flames reached, everything was annihilated.

The peach orchard is disappearing.

Mountains and rivers are disappearing.

The sky is disappearing.

The entire illusion was gradually collapsing as it was devoured by the white flames.