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

The entire illusion shattered like a mirror.

The battle arena reappeared before my eyes, starlight still fell, and the surrounding area remained the same silent void.

Everything remains the same, the only change is,

Xing Ruoliu stood ten feet away, her face pale, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, her narrow phoenix eyes fixed on Xia Jin, filled with disbelief.

The white flames that had just burned everything around the entire battle arena had not yet dissipated, and a slightly scalding heat still lingered in the void.

The three halo behind Xia Jin slowly rotated, and the golden pupils looked down at Xing Ruoliu, who was ten feet away, with no attempt to conceal the killing intent in their eyes.

She lost.

The illusion was broken, and Xia Jin broke it without any hindrance.

But at that moment, Xia Jin, who had been looking murderous, suddenly frowned.

Because he saw that Xing Ruoliu in front of him did not show any sign of defeat or frustration on her face; instead, she was smiling at him.

Yes, I laughed.

On that extremely beautiful face, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and the trace of blood that remained added a touch of charm to her.

For a moment, Xia Jin was even somewhat dazed.

Is this woman out of her mind?

"What? Are you perhaps terrified by my strength?" Xia Jin said with a strange expression.

Xing Ruoliu did not answer.

She simply raised her hand, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then walked towards Xia Jin step by step.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

"What the hell is going on?!" Xia Jin's brows furrowed even deeper.

Countless white flames appeared out of thin air around him. If Xing Ruoliu wanted to continue attacking, he would show no mercy.

Nearly.

closer.

Xing Ruoliu stopped in front of Xia Jin.

At this moment, she was so close to him. So close that Xia Jin could clearly see his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and feel the warm breath he exhaled.

This distance is well beyond the scope of a battle.

Xia Jin turned her head away, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"Xing Ruoliu," his voice was somewhat stiff, "what do you want to do?"

"Guess!?" Xing Ruoliu suddenly chuckled and then stood on tiptoe.

A soft, warm touch landed on the corner of his lips.

It's very light.

Very soft.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, or like peach blossoms brushing against one's face.

Instantly separate.

Xia Jin stood there, stunned, her mind completely blank.

By the time he came to his senses and was about to lash out, Xing Ruoliu had already retreated dozens of meters away.

She stood there, the starlight above the arena scattering across her white robes, her smile carrying a hint of cunning, a touch of mockery, and the rest was something Xia Jin couldn't comprehend.

"I lost."

Then, she turned around.

Without the slightest hesitation.

In the void, a portal of light slowly appeared. Xing Ruoliu stepped into the portal, her white figure gradually disappearing into the light, never looking back.

On the battle platform, only Xia Jin remained.

"What is this woman doing?"

His face fell, and the domineering aura of the Demon Emperor that had just been looking down on the world vanished, replaced by an inexplicable sense of frustration.

The sun mark between her brows faded away quietly, and the three wheels behind her gradually disappeared. Xia Jin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, but the inexplicable emotion in her chest just wouldn't dissipate.

He looked down at the battle arena beneath his feet.

Then, he suddenly raised his fist and slammed it hard into the ground.

"Thump."

A dull thud echoed in the void.

Having done all this, Xia Jin stepped into another void gate without looking back and disappeared from the battle arena.

But no matter how you look at it, that back view seemed to carry a sense of fleeing in panic.

At that very moment, Mr. Gu was reclining in his armchair, the scene before him frozen on the instant Xing Ruoli stood on tiptoe.

"puff!"

His hand jerked violently, spilling the entire glass of wine directly onto his clothes, but he was completely unaware.

"Mr. Gu? Are you alright?"

A fawning voice suddenly rang out. Not far away, a tall, thin follower of a top-tier disciple hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and looking at Mr. Gu with a beaming smile.

Mr. Gu was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and saw that the thin face was almost right in front of him.

"Get out of the way, what are you doing getting so close?!"

He slapped the other man on the shoulder in a huff, making the tall, thin disciple stumble.

Mr. Gu's expression became extremely strange, his brows furrowing tightly.

What happened? Xing Ruoliu actually kissed Xia Jin on her own initiative?

No, no, no.

He shook his head violently; it must be an illusion. Xing Ruoliu was a master of illusion; who in the entire Second Heaven didn't know her abilities? Feng Mi knew he was secretly spying and deliberately created this scene to tease him.

Mr. Gu thought about it more and more and it seemed reasonable.

"You, come here." He beckoned to the tall, thin follower he had just slapped into the corner.

The man quickly stood up and stepped forward, asking in confusion, "Mr. Gu, what are your orders?... Ah!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Gu slapped him hard on the back, and the tall, thin disciple jumped up, letting out a shrill scream, and his body flew even further away.

Mr. Gu looked at the other person's grimacing expression and shook his head suspiciously. "Judging from this, it doesn't seem like that was an illusion after all..."

"Alright, get out of here, get out of here." He glanced at the follower in the distance who was grimacing in pain, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Has Mr. Gu taken the wrong medicine today?" The follower rubbed his shoulder, retreating with a wronged expression, secretly thinking, "Looks like I'd better stay away from here for a while."

......

Meanwhile, on another island in the Second Heaven.

After Xing Ruoliu stepped out of that void gate, she stood still, a smile still playing on her lips.

This is completely different from her usual aloof and distant demeanor.

"My lord, you're back!"

Inside the palace, a follower hurried forward, a fawning expression on his face. "I knew it! Xia Jin only defeated the seventeen people ranked at the bottom. Even if he has some skill, how could he possibly be your match?"

"Among the top-ranking disciples, those in the top five, like you, are not someone a newcomer like him can challenge!"

Just as he was getting into it.

Suddenly, a jade-like hand gripped his throat.

A tremendous force lifted his feet off the ground, and he was lifted into the air.

"M-My lord... have mercy on me..."

Xing Ruoliu's eyes turned icy cold.

She stared at her followers and said coldly, "Remember, this is the last time. If I ever hear you speak ill of Xia Jin again..."

"Then don't blame me for not cherishing our past relationship."

He let go.

The follower fell heavily to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Get out."

Xing Ruoliu didn't even glance at him and walked straight inside.

Her follower immediately knelt down: "M-My lady, I remember! I will never speak of anything concerning Lord Xia again!"

Xing Ruoliu did not respond.

He walked to the soft couch in the inner hall and slowly sat down.

A pure white fox leaped from the couch and nestled affectionately into her arms. Xing Ruoliu raised her hand and gently stroked the fox's soft fur, her gaze softening.

"White Fox, do you know?"

"I never expected to run into him..."

"Your Majesty!"