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

Xia Jin held nothing back.

The sun mark reappeared between his brows. Immediately afterwards, three layers of solar corona appeared behind him.

The aura of the third level of the Immortal Realm.

Unleash your full power!

Xia Jin's aura reached its peak at this moment, completely different from before. The violent aura emanating from his severed hand was forcefully suppressed by him.

His right fist clenched tightly.

A nearly transparent flame ignited from his fist.

This is no ordinary flame.

This was one of Xia Jin's trump cards, specifically used to deal with those eerie beings lurking in the night. Every time he used it before, it easily incinerated his opponents into nothingness; he believed it would be the same this time.

"Break for me!"

Xia Jin roared, his right fist enveloped in flames, and slammed it hard against the illusory hand that was reaching for him.

boom!!

A tremendous sound rang out, and the ball of flame transformed into a sea of ​​fire the moment it touched the illusory hand, completely engulfing it.

After a few breaths, it quickly dissolved, eventually turning into wisps of black mist and disappearing.

However, Xia Jin was also thrown back by the impact, and it took her more than ten steps to regain her balance.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and a piece of his shirt was shattered, revealing a palm print underneath.

Clearly, although his punch had broken through the giant hand's attack, the recoil had also caused him considerable injury.

The young master of Tianbao City, who had been watching the show with a detached expression, now stared wide-eyed at Xia Jin's figure, his expression becoming somewhat blank.

"You...how could you...?"

"How could you possibly withstand an attack from an adult?!"

Although it was just the remains of that great man, it shouldn't be something that a mere junior at the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm could withstand.

But Xia Jin blocked it.

And he only suffered minor injuries.

The young master of Tianbao City gritted his teeth, his resentment intensifying, but a hint of unease flickered deep within his eyes.

However, Xia Jin had no time to pay attention to this young master of Tianbao City.

Because he knew very well that although he had just blocked the opponent's attack, the real crisis was not over yet.

His gaze was fixed on the severed hand.

After the attack was broken, the severed hand did not continue to pursue, but hovered in mid-air with its five fingers slightly spread, as if sensing something.

Then, a voice even deeper than before rang out.

"It's you..."

Xia Jin frowned, completely baffled as to what the voice was saying.

The severed hand trembled slightly, its five fingers slowly clenching and then slowly loosening, as if confirming something.

"wrong!"

The voice rang out again, this time with a hint of hesitation, confusion, and even disappointment.

"You are not him! He has long since perished and could not possibly still exist in this world!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Xia Jin's eyes.

What is this thing even saying?! It's talking incoherently and nonsensically!!

But while he was still in a daze, a powerful suction force surged out from the severed hand.

Like an invisible giant hand, it firmly gripped Xia Jin's body, frantically pulling him towards the direction of the severed hand.

What?!

Xia Jin was startled. He pressed his feet firmly against the ground, frantically channeling his spiritual energy into his legs in an attempt to steady himself. But the suction was too strong, and his body continued to slide forward uncontrollably, carving two increasingly deep furrows into the ground beneath his feet.

This can't go on!

Xia Jin gritted her teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.

Since we can't stop it, let's smash it with all our might!

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and swung both hands out simultaneously, each hand producing a completely different flame.

The two flames transformed into two fire dragons, roaring as they hurtled towards the severed hand.

However, what happened next completely stunned Xia Jin!

The severed hand did not disappear.

The two flames only caused the severed hand to tremble more violently. A layer of black mist on the surface of the severed hand was burned away, but new black mist quickly surged out from inside the severed hand, keeping the flames out.

"Damn it!!" Xia Jin's face darkened completely; she realized she had been too careless!

The next instant, the severed hand had already grabbed Xia Jin's neck.

Bring your five fingers together.

Xia Jin's breath caught in his throat, and he let out a muffled groan. The strength of that hand was astonishing; it seemed that with just a little force, it could crush his neck.

A sharp pain and a feeling of suffocation surged up at the same time, and Xia Jin's vision began to blur.

"Could it be that I, the King, will perish here today?!" A complex emotion surged into Xia Jin's heart.

Just then, the voice of the young master of Tianbao City rang out again.

He got up from the ground, a twisted smile on his face. He looked at Xia Jin, whose neck was being choked by the severed hand, his eyes filled with pleasure.

"Tsk tsk tsk, weren't you quite impressive just now?" He tilted his head, looking at Xia Jin with a mocking gaze. "Didn't you just say you were going to kill me? Come on, kill me! Why aren't you moving? Huh?"

"Hahahaha, you've finally met your match! So what if you crippled my cultivation? You can't kill me! But I will make you die here, leaving not even ashes behind!"

"This is what happens when you mess with me!"

He laughed and then coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of bloody foam, but he didn't care at all. He just stared at Xia Jin with his bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to engrave Xia Jin's current disheveled appearance into his bones.

Xia Jin did not answer, because his consciousness was gradually fading.

Just as his consciousness was about to plunge into darkness,

A bell rang in his mind.

Deep within Xia Jin's sea of ​​consciousness, the incomplete Eastern Emperor Bell, which had remained completely still, suddenly trembled.

The sound of the bell traveled from Xia Jin's sea of ​​consciousness to the outside world.

It was this very sound of the bell that caused the black mist that filled the air to vanish completely, as if it had encountered its natural enemy.

The young master of Tianbao City was laughing maniacally when, at the moment the bell rang, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated instantly, and his body crashed heavily to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

The severed hand that was gripping Xia Jin's neck trembled violently as the bell rang.

The thick black mist on the surface of the severed hand quickly receded, revealing its true form underneath.

It was no longer a dark and eerie hand, but had become an ordinary human hand with fair skin and long, slender fingers.

However, the wrist of that hand was still broken, the fracture surface was grotesque and old, obviously it had been broken for a very long time.

The force that had been gripping Xia Jin's throat suddenly vanished at that moment.

Xia Jin took the opportunity to break free from the grip of that hand and retreated backward, covering hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

He was panting heavily, with five deep finger marks still visible on his neck, but he didn't care about that. He just stared intently at the severed hand in front of him, his eyes full of vigilance.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Eastern Emperor Bell fell silent again after ringing that one time.

But Xia Jin knew that it was that bell ringing that had saved his life.

The stone chamber was eerily quiet.

Then, a voice rang out.

The voice was different from before; it lacked the violence and oppression of before, and instead carried a tremor and a hint of... barely concealed excitement.

"Donghuang Zhong..."

The voice murmured, as if confirming something.

"You... really are him..."