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

The Second Palace Master's figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate, leaving only four people in the main hall.

"What are your thoughts on the battle ten days from now?" Yang Qingxuan's gaze swept across the three faces.

Wu Feng took out a greasy cloth from his pocket and slowly wiped the blade.

After hearing Yang Qingxuan's words, he suddenly chuckled.

"What are you afraid of, Second Brother?"

Wu Feng didn't look up; his gaze remained fixed on the knife in his hand. "Although those alien prodigies are powerful, my knife is no pushover either."

His gaze gradually turned cold, and a red killing intent unconsciously flowed from his body to his feet.

"Even if I die, I'll drag someone down with me."

Sitting opposite Wu Feng, Zhou Chu, dressed as a Taoist priest, only slowly raised his head after Wu Feng finished speaking.

Touching the two mustache tufts on his lips, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as well. "Fourth Senior Brother is right."

"The opponent is strong, but we are not weak either."

"Over the years... haven't we all prepared our trump cards in preparation for this war against the alien race?"

Zhou Chu toyed with the paper figure in his hand, then suddenly squeezed it hard. "What's there to be afraid of!"

"Well said!" Wu Feng stopped wiping, looked up at Zhou Chu, and the two fellow disciples exchanged a glance and smiled in unison.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out. Li Zhan, who was leaning back in his chair, was tilting his head with a slight smile on his lips.

"Everyone, you don't have to be so pessimistic."

Wu Feng stopped wiping the pig-slaughtering knife.

He placed the knife across his knees.

"You drunkard, what do you mean by that?"

"Actually, you shouldn't forget..." Li Zhan looked at Wu Feng, "Among us, Senior Brother Chu's strength is undoubtedly the best. But besides Senior Brother's outstanding strength..."

His gaze slowly shifted to Yang Qingxuan, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Our new junior brother Xia is no ordinary person either."

"Hmm?" Wu Feng frowned. "You just mentioned the new Junior Brother Xia?"

"That's right! To be frank and offend Second Senior Brother, in my opinion, this Junior Brother Xia's strength might even surpass Second Senior Brother's!"

"Impossible! Humph!" Wu Feng's voice was filled with obvious skepticism. "Drunkard, you're exaggerating way too much."

After all, in Wu Feng's mind, no matter how talented or strong a disciple who has just entered the third level of heaven is, how strong can he be?

The Third Heaven is not like the places below. Anyone who can gain a foothold here has gone through countless trials and tribulations.

Moreover, although there are few of them, the Hun disciples are all outstanding among their peers. In particular, the second senior brother, Yang Qingxuan, is the backbone of the Hun disciples in the absence of the eldest senior brother, Chu Hou. His strength is evident to all.

A new disciple...

Is it true that he is superior to the second senior brother?

Wu Feng thought Li Zhan was probably drunk and talking nonsense.

"You drunkard, how much did you drink today?" Wu Feng pointed in Li Zhan's direction with an oilcloth. "You can't talk nonsense."

Li Zhan offered no explanation.

He just smiled, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Qingxuan, as if waiting for something.

Wu Feng and Zhou Chu couldn't help but look at Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan sat in the chair, his expression unchanged.

"What Junior Brother Li said..." Yang Qingxuan began, "is not wrong. Before, I deliberately tested Junior Brother Xia's strength, but I ended up suffering a small loss."

"Although neither of us went all out, I have a feeling that Junior Brother Xia's strength might actually be no weaker than mine!"

As soon as Yang Qingxuan said this, Wu Feng's eyes widened slightly, and Zhou Chu's fingers trembled slightly.

Second Senior Brother Yang Qingxuan never exaggerates when he speaks.

Yang Qingxuan observed the different reactions of his three junior brothers, his expression remaining calm. He slowly stood up, picked up his hoe, and prepared to return to the spirit field to clear away the remaining weeds.

"Junior Brother Xia's strength has indeed exceeded my expectations. But what I care about more is not his current strength..."

He turned his head and spoke to Wu Feng and the others.

"Then, to what extent can he transform in the Yuanling Pool during the remaining time?"

After saying that, Yang Qingxuan left without lingering.

"Hehehe, you fatso, I told you so!! So I said," Li Zhan pulled out a flask of wine from somewhere, took a big gulp, and said with a smile, "Everyone, there's no need to be so pessimistic."

"Ten days from now, we'll face those alien races in battle. It's hard to say who will win or lose."

......

Time passed slowly, but Xia Jin remained asleep and had not yet awakened.

But at this moment, in the void millions of miles away from the world where the temple is located.

A huge bronze warship is moving slowly forward.

Its speed wasn't fast, but it carried an unstoppable sense of oppression.

Inside the warship, there was a huge stone table.

Nine figures sat in order around the stone table.

Although they were described as "sitting," their postures varied. Some sat upright on the stone benches, some leaned back in their chairs, some simply sat cross-legged on the table, and one slender figure lay half-reclined on a soft couch in the corner of the hall, legs crossed, idly playing with a crystal in his hand.

Judging from their appearance alone, they are almost indistinguishable from humans.

Same facial features, same limbs, same body proportions.

Unless one observes them carefully, even highly skilled cultivators would find it difficult to distinguish them from humans at first glance.

But upon closer inspection, the differences become apparent.

Because everyone here has a crystal embedded in the back of their right hand.

It emits light of different colors.

The color of light represents a level or grade.

The nine figures in the hall each had a different colored crystal on the back of their hand. Most were grayish-white, with only one being yellow.

That was a young man sitting at the head of the stone table.

His appearance was extremely strange.

On his left and right sat two elderly people from other races.

Apart from these two older aliens, the other six figures in the hall were all young people.

The hall was quiet, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the light screen floating in the center of the stone table.

After watching for a while, the strangely-looking young man suddenly laughed.

"this time……"

"You guys are in for a lot of fun."

"That bald guy is quite strong."

The young alien prodigies exchanged glances. Some raised an eyebrow, some licked their lips, and some let out a disdainful sneer. But without exception, a light shone in their eyes.

That's the light that only turns on when a hunter smells the scent of its prey.

"Young Master, the bald man you mentioned... his name seems to be Marquis Chu, right?" A foreign prodigy, reclining on a soft couch in the corner of the hall with his legs crossed, asked with a smile.

"That's right, the bald man's name is Marquis of Chu."

"It's said he's the number one among the younger generation in this world. However, the fact that he managed to escape from my grasp back then shows he does possess some strength!"