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

Sure enough, Shen Jinghong's attacks became increasingly frenzied.

He stopped defending and only attacked, each sword strike was delivered with full force, completely disregarding his own physical exertion.

His eyes had turned completely gold, with vertical pupils, exactly like the gold eye on the back of his hand.

"kill!"

Shen Jinghong let out a low roar, and the giant sword slashed down again.

Xia Jin stepped aside, but a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

The opportunity is here.

Even the most powerful opponent who has lost their mind is not without weaknesses.

Xia Jin took a deep breath, suppressing the soreness in her arms and the injuries in her body. With a flash, she charged directly towards Shen Jinghong instead of retreating.

Shen Jinghong instinctively swung his sword horizontally, trying to force Xia Jin back.

But Xia Jin twisted her body at an odd angle, squeezing through the gap in the sword's momentum and instantly appearing in front of Shen Jinghong.

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Jinghong's eyes, and he threw a punch with his left hand, aiming straight for Xia Jin's face.

However, Xia Jin did not dodge at all.

He took the punch head-on, and even more blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he seized the opportunity to grab Shen Jinghong's right hand.

To be precise, it was the back of the hand with the golden eye tattooed on it that was grabbed.

Shen Jinghong was taken aback at first, then sneered, "You're courting death!"

He was about to use the power of the golden eye to shake Xia Jin away when he suddenly felt a strange power coming from Xia Jin's palm.

That was the sound of a bell.

It sounded like a bell from the beginning of time.

The sound of the bell traveled from Xia Jin's palm directly into Shen Jinghong's right hand, landing on the golden eye.

"Buzz!!"

A muffled buzzing sound exploded inside Shen Jinghong's body.

The golden eye seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and it began to tremble, its golden light flashing violently.

Then, tiny cracks spread from the center of the eye, covering the entire tattoo like a spider web.

The golden light quickly dimmed, and a drop of black blood seeped from the crack, dripping down the back of Shen Jinghong's hand.

"Ah! You bastard, what did you do to me!?"

The intense pain caused Shen Jinghong, who was already in a daze, to suddenly let out a painful roar. At the same time, he shook off Xia Jin's hand and his body jerked backward.

Only after retreating to a distance of several dozen meters from Xia Jin did he lower his head, looking at his right hand, his pupils constantly shimmering.

The tattoo of the golden eye is crumbling at a visible speed.

The golden light completely faded, and the golden eye tattoo on the back of his right hand gradually dimmed, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Shen Jinghong clenched her teeth tightly, and the golden light in her eyes quickly faded, returning to her original black pupils.

He was panting heavily.

After a few breaths, he slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Xia Jin.

"What...what did you just do to me? Even my strongest secret technique was almost completely destroyed by that strange fluctuation just now?"

His eyes were filled with doubt, as if he couldn't understand how Xia Jin had done it.

That golden eye was a secret technique he had painstakingly cultivated, one of his strongest trump cards. Among the younger generation, very few had ever forced him to use such a technique, let alone been able to break it.

"Nothing is impossible in this world!!" Xia Jin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, revealing her teeth stained with blood.

The high platform was deathly silent.

The city lords who had been talking confidently and praising Shen Jinghong just moments before were now dumbfounded, sitting motionless in their chairs as if they had been frozen in place.

Their eyes were fixed on the ring, on the young man standing upright in the center of the ring, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

Shen Jinghong...lost?

That genius, a once-in-a-millennium talent in Dragon Abyss City, was already quite well-known among the younger generation in Cloud Return County.

How could they have lost to an unknown nobody from Silver Sand City?

He lost to a young man who was only at the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm?