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

After Commander Qisong stepped onto the training platform, he paused and turned to face the entire training ground.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and then roared, "Stop what you're doing and get over here!!!"

This loud shout was like a thunderclap, echoing endlessly throughout the entire training ground.

Xia Jin stood behind Commander Qisong, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

This seemingly casual shout actually contained the profound mystery of some kind of sonic technique. Under the powerful suppression of the rules in this Mirage Realm, it was not something an ordinary person could do.

He truly deserves to be the commander of the Silver Sand Army.

As Commander Qisong finished speaking, the eight hundred Silver Sand Army soldiers who were training on the training ground stopped all at once and, without any hesitation, surged toward the training ground like a tide.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; when eight hundred people ran, there was only one sound, as if they were one person.

In a short while, eight hundred Silver Sand Army soldiers had lined up in front of the training ground, their square formations as neat as if cut by a knife and axe.

Every soldier stood tall with their eyes fixed straight ahead, radiating a dense aura of malevolence. The convergence of eight hundred streams of malevolent energy was enough to make even Xia Jin, who had already broken through to the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, feel a little alarmed.

Xia Jin's gaze swept over the army, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Meanwhile, the Marquis of Chu was also observing the Silver Sand Army below the stage, his hands trembling slightly.

Of course, he wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he was excited, thrilled that he was about to join such an army.

Just as the eight hundred Silver Sand Army soldiers finished lining up, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

"Get out of the way!"

"Make way!"

Several low shouts came from the rear of the ranks, and then, as if by an invisible hand, the Silver Sand Army soldiers made way for several wide passages.

More than ten figures walked through the crowd from those passages, their pace varying in speed, but all carrying a terrifying aura, heading straight for the martial arts stage.

Xia Jin's gaze swept over the approaching figures; there were fifteen people in total.

The attire of these fifteen men was clearly different from that of ordinary soldiers; their black armor was of superior quality.

Their aura was also far more profound than that of ordinary Silver Sand Army soldiers, and each of them was clearly a veteran of countless battles.

The fifteen people arrived at the foot of the martial arts stage, some standing and some standing, each with a different posture, but their eyes all fell on Commander Qisong, and then curiously turned to Xia Jin and Marquis Chu behind him.

One of the men, who was slightly older and tall, and who was playing with two bright green walnuts in his hands, took a step forward.

"Commander Shichimatsu," the man said with a smile, "what are your orders for gathering this large group?"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Xia Jin and Chu Hou behind Qi Song, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He seemed to have already guessed something.

Commander Shichimatsu glanced at the audience below, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were counting the number of people.

A moment later, his face darkened.

"Lü Yang." Commander Qisong looked at the man at the front, his voice turning colder. "Where are those three bastards? Where have they gone to slack off again?"

The man who was playing with walnuts shook his head hurriedly upon hearing this, a wry smile on his face.

"Commander Qisong," Lu Yang sighed helplessly, "I heard yesterday that the three leaders seemed to have left the city together, but I don't know exactly what they were doing."

"Out of the city?" A cold glint flashed in Qi Song's eyes. "Those three bastards together?"

"Um... I guess we'll go together." Lü Yang swallowed hard, then nodded.

Qisong was silent for a moment, then let out a cold laugh, a laugh that carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Those three undisciplined bastards, when I get back, I'd better not let them see me, or I'll deal with them!"

His voice wasn't loud, but the fifteen squad leaders below the stage heard it clearly and felt a chill almost simultaneously.

Xia Jin and Chu Hou, standing behind Qi Song, heard the entire conversation clearly. They exchanged a glance, their expressions turning somewhat strange.

It seems that there is a bit more humanity in the Silver Sand Army, as there are even people who dare to openly disobey the orders of their senior brother, Qisong.

Moreover, although this Senior Brother Qisong cursed fiercely, there seemed to be no real killing intent in his gritted teeth; he seemed more like an older brother who couldn't do anything about his subordinates and was just grumbling.

After Commander Qisong finished cursing, he took a deep breath to suppress his anger, then turned around and looked at Xia Jin and Marquis Chu.

His face still held a hint of annoyance, and his tone was somewhat helpless.

"I don't know if you two will have good luck or bad luck today!" Commander Qisong gestured towards the fifteen people below the stage. "You can only challenge these fifteen squad leaders for now. As for those three bastards, I'll give you another chance to challenge them when they return."

Xia Jin nodded slightly upon hearing this, not taking it too seriously. After all, with his current strength, even becoming the captain of the Silver Sand Army would be a waste of his talents.

Upon hearing Commander Qisong's words, the fifteen squad leaders below the stage immediately fell silent.

"Interesting. Do these two newcomers want to challenge our position?"

Lu Yang stopped fiddling with the walnuts in his hands. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xia Jin and Chu Hou again, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

The reactions of the other fourteen squad leaders were even more direct.

Someone crossed their arms, a half-smile playing on their lips, seemingly looking down on Xia Jin and her companion.

Some people reached out and touched their chins, their eyes scanning back and forth between Xia Jin and the other person, as if they were sizing up some interesting prey.

Some people even chuckled, their laughter filled with undisguised contempt, as if they had heard some huge joke.

"Commander Qisong, did we hear that right? You mean... these two newcomers want to challenge us?" A burly squad leader behind Lü Yang asked directly.

His gaze swept over Xia Jin and Chu Hou, and finally seemed to realize that the two were only at the ninth level of the Creation Realm, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Ninth level of the Creation Realm? Not bad." Another squad leader with a somewhat effeminate appearance frowned and said, "But in this Mirage Cloud Realm, the ninth level of the Creation Realm... Commander Qisong, it seems a bit too much of an underestimation of us squad leaders for those two to want to challenge us."

Lü Yang didn't join in the commotion. He simply watched Xia Jin and the Marquis of Chu quietly, turning the walnut in his hand again, slowly and deliberately.

But his eyes also held a hint of disapproval.

After all, even the most ordinary soldiers in the Silver Sand Army are at the Creation Realm, and these squad leaders, which one of them didn't crawl out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? They are only one step away from the Ascension Realm.

Two people at the ninth level of the Creation Realm from the lower realm actually want to challenge them?

What is this if not a joke?

Qisong took in the reactions of everyone below the stage, but did not say anything to stop them. In fact, the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

He turned around and looked at Xia Jin and Chu Hou, his gaze carrying a hint of testing.

"Junior brothers, it seems you've been underestimated." Qi Song's voice wasn't loud, only the three people on the platform could hear it. "How about it, want to change your minds? Become my personal guards, at least you won't have to put up with this."

Lord Chu touched his bald head, his fighting spirit surging wildly. He took two steps forward and came to the edge of the training platform, looking down at the fifteen squad leaders below.

In that instant, his gaze was like two sharp swords, sweeping across everyone's face.

Then he spoke.

"I am the Marquis of Chu. Which captain would like to offer his guidance first?"

The words of the Marquis of Chu immediately elicited a playful expression from the squad leaders.

This bald guy, putting everything else aside, does have some guts.

Lu Yang glanced at Marquis Chu, but his gaze fell with some suspicion on Xia Jin, who remained silent behind Marquis Chu.

"Why does this purple-haired kid give me such an uneasy feeling?"

interesting.

A few breaths later, Lü Yang's disdain disappeared, and he started spinning the walnut in his hand again, but this time, the pace was noticeably slower.

Commander Shichimatsu stood on the platform, watching this scene, his smile growing ever wider.

He didn't tell the team leaders below the stage that the person his master personally brought from the lower realm could not possibly be just an ordinary ninth-level Creation Realm cultivator.

But...

It's good to teach these guys a lesson.