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

Xia Jin took in the expressions of those alien prodigies.

"It seems my words have worked! Now things will be much easier!" Xia Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

No one noticed that Xia Jin's lips moved almost imperceptibly at that moment.

A voice transmission silently entered the ears of the five alien prodigies.

The five people shuddered almost simultaneously.

Their pupils contracted slightly, and they subconsciously wanted to look in Xia Jin's direction, but then forced themselves to look at Xia Jin in an instant, only to have their peripheral vision quickly sweep over the figure standing with his hands behind his back.

Xia Jin's telepathic message was very brief.

But every single word is crystal clear.

"Once we're on the battle stage, I can just feign death."

"I will make arrangements with my fellow disciples in the temple to ensure that your deaths are... somewhat realistic."

"In this way, I can both save my life and avoid the gaze of your two elders."

"Whether you live or die is up to you... to decide."

The moment the message landed, a complex light flashed in the eyes of the five alien prodigies almost simultaneously.

There was surprise, there was hesitation.

But more than anything, it was a glimmer of hope, a chance to grasp at a straw.

They exchanged a quick glance, and then, almost simultaneously, all five of them nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"It seems I've convinced you! Everything is proceeding according to my plan." Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

"Alright, let the remaining battles begin." The Second Palace Master's voice echoed throughout the arena, neither warm nor cold.

On the five battle stages, intense fighting spirit clashed simultaneously.

The Marquis of Chu looked at his opponent, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Brother," Chu Hou transmitted his voice directly, "Junior Brother Xia has already given me instructions. Shall we make our performance as convincing as possible?"

The young man from the alien race opposite him twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth and gave Chu Hou a complicated look.

To be honest, just moments before, he never dreamed that he would one day be "colluding" with a human.

But at this moment, faced with this suggestion, he felt no resistance whatsoever.

After all, being alive is more important than anything else.

"Then... I'll have to offend you!"

Lord Chu roared and shot out, unleashing a punch that burst forth with spiritual light and overwhelming momentum.

The alien youth roared, his body radiating spiritual light, and charged forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists and palms collided, and spiritual light clashed.

The two fought back and forth, their intense and explosive sounds resounding throughout the arena, sending shockwaves and flying debris.

Although their attacks were impressive, the actual force that landed on each other was far less terrifying than it appeared.

Lord Chu punched the foreign youth in the chest. The youth groaned and staggered back three steps, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.

The young man from another tribe slashed at the shoulder of the Marquis of Chu with his sword. The Marquis of Chu staggered, and the ground beneath his feet cracked, but he managed to withstand the blow.

Back and forth.

It’s not lively.

On the second battle stage, another disciple of the temple was locked in combat with Yang Qingxuan. Sword light crisscrossed, spiritual light intertwined, and the two figures constantly clashed on the stage, each collision producing a dull thud.

Station 3, Station 4, Station 5...

Apart from the battle arena where Xia Jin was, on the other five battle arenas, ten figures were locked in fierce combat, fighting so intensely that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

Elder Wuhuan stared intently at the battle arenas, perhaps influenced by the recent death of Shi Zhu, but he didn't notice anything amiss.

Each of those alien prodigies fought with all their might, and soon, wounds began to appear on their bodies, blood splattering and staining their clothes red.

Their breathing became erratic, and their steps began to falter.

Everything seemed so real.

Fifty moves.

Eighty moves.

One hundred moves.

A full hundred moves have passed.

On the number one battle stage, Chu Hou delivered a powerful punch to the chest of the alien youth. The alien youth spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

He struggled for a moment, as if trying to get up.

But eventually his eyes glazed over, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

"Good!!!" The Marquis of Chu roared to the sky, his face filled with a maniacal smile.

Station 2, Station 4, Station 5...

Almost at the same moment, the outcome was decided.

On the five battle stages, five alien prodigies all fell into pools of blood.

Some had sunken chests, some were covered in blood, and some lay on the ground twisted at bizarre angles.

Without exception, all of them were completely devoid of life.

All of them... "died."

The entire room fell into a brief silence once again.

The Second Hall Master, Zhan Tiangang, narrowed his eyes slightly. His gaze slowly swept across the five battle platforms, and finally, his eyes settled on the five "corpses".

He didn't speak.

But the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

That expression looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh.

The Fifth Palace Master was much more direct.

He stroked his beard and looked brazenly at the two alien elders.

"Hmm, five wins out of five. Not bad, not bad. Hey Wuhuan, where did your initial confidence go? Where has it all gone?"

"This time, your elite troops have been completely wiped out. If you two return like this, I'm afraid you might not be able to withstand the punishment!"

"You!!" Elder Wuhuan glared at the Fifth Palace Master with a gloomy expression. He glanced at the five "corpses" lying haphazardly on the five battle platforms, and his whole body hunched over as if his spine had been removed.

died.

All dead.

The young master is dead.

The five prodigies they brought with them were all dead; the entire army was wiped out, not a single one was left alive.

If he were to return like this, what awaited him upon his return to his clan would be something far more terrible than death.

The old woman in black armor beside him was also ashen-faced, standing motionless like a withered tree trunk.

"What should we do? Wuhuan, if we go back like this, we'll only be facing certain death!!" After a long silence, the old woman in black armor suddenly spoke up, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

"Let's leave here first, we can't go back to the tribe for now!!" The Wuhuan elder gritted his teeth and nodded to the other party.