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

The nine fragments of his divine soul were directly pulled out of his sea of ​​consciousness by that power of rules and sank into nine completely different rivers of destiny.

Moreover, the medicinal effects of the Nine-Life Primordial Vine do not only cause Xia Jin to reincarnate one life after another, but they occur simultaneously.

The first fragment of the soul awakened in a certain world. When Xia Jin opened his eyes, he was immediately confused. A somewhat anxious voice came from beside him.

"General! General! These barbarians seem to have surrounded us. The enemy numbers at least fifty thousand. If a real battle breaks out, our mere eight thousand men won't last an hour."

Beside him, a rather thin and tanned adjutant, whose eyes occasionally flashed with a sharp glint, stared intently at the suddenly churning sandstorm in the distance, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"General!? I... suddenly became a general?" Xia Jin felt his head was a little confused, and soon a wave of memories came over him.

Throughout his life, he stood amidst thousands of troops, his body covered in blood, his long halberd pointing diagonally to the sky, with endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him.

He was a great general of the country, who spent half his life on the battlefield and experienced countless battles. However, in the end, because his merits overshadowed the emperor, the emperor he served colluded with barbarians and besieged him in this desert, intending to kill him here.

"Hmph! Using something like this to test me. A mere fifty thousand barbarians, watch how I slay them with a single sword strike!!" Xia Jin sneered, gripping the reins tightly, and a crimson shadow shot off.

"General!! General!!" The adjutant beside Xia Jin was so shocked by her actions that his eyes widened and his mouth twitched.

But he quickly realized what was happening. "Quick!! Follow the general! Kill those barbarian bastards!"

Eight thousand elite black-armored cavalrymen charged forward like a sharp arrow, following behind Xia Jin, with the arrowhead naturally being the incredibly confident Xia Jin.

Xia Jin rushed to the front, drew the iron sword from his back, and shouted coldly.

"The Sword Sutra of No Life - The Sword Qi of Annihilation!"

He flipped his wrist, and an arc of light appeared at the tip of the sword. His inner energy surged out like a raging tide.

The moment he swung his sword, he was completely dumbfounded.

A sword aura more than three meters long flew out shakily, dazzlingly bright, yet pitifully fragile. After flying ten meters, it turned into specks of white light and dissipated in mid-air.

"Holy crap!? I almost forgot that this body of mine is not the same as the one I once possessed as a Saint."

Xia Jin was startled and almost fell off her horse.

He now truly realized that he was no longer the saint he had been before, but merely a general who had just entered the Grandmaster realm. This level of cultivation was simply not enough to support him in using those top-tier techniques.

Those sword techniques that could destroy cities and shatter mountains, any one of them would be enough to turn him into a dried-up corpse.

"Hmph! Fortunately, I have many cultivation techniques. If this one doesn't work, I'll just choose another."

A cold glint flashed in Xia Jin's eyes as she gripped the iron sword horizontally in front of her chest.

"The Three Knives of Avici Hell!!"

A chilling and murderous aura emanated from him, causing even his warhorse to neigh in alarm.

"Sever karma!"

With the first slash, a dark red blade of light swept across the sand, cleanly severing the dozens of barbarian riders at the forefront before they could even scream.

"Sever ties with the mortal world!"

The second slash rose diagonally, its energy rising like a crescent moon. Any barbarian cavalryman touched by this energy shattered and crumbled like porcelain.

"Hellbreaker!"

The third strike came crashing down from above. The sword couldn't withstand the terrifying force and shattered into dozens of pieces of iron. However, a burst of sword energy crashed into the densest center of the barbarian cavalry formation.

As the blade struck the ground, a deep pit ten feet in diameter suddenly collapsed, and the barbarian cavalry within a hundred paces were shaken so badly that blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they and their horses tumbled to the ground.

With those three strikes, at least a thousand barbarians died at his hands.

The sand was littered with broken limbs and armor, and the 50,000-strong barbarian army was thrown into chaos in just a few breaths.

Xia Jin grabbed another longsword beside her and, taking advantage of the moment, let out a loud shout.

"Kill! Slaughter these barbarians!!"

Behind him, the eight thousand black-armored elite cavalry, who had already resigned themselves to death, were now filled with fervor and their eyes turned bloodshot as they saw their general cleave the thousand-man formation in three strikes. They all erupted in a deafening battle cry.

In an instant, eight thousand iron cavalrymen, like a black arrow, plunged fiercely into the fifty thousand barbarian army. Their hooves trampled flesh and blood, and their iron spears pierced chests. In an instant, the battle cries shook the heavens, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Retreat! Retreat now! This man is not human! We've been tricked by that dog emperor of Great Qi! Retreat! The entire army retreats!"

The commander of the 50,000-strong barbarian army felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the figure relentlessly reaping the lives of his soldiers like a grim reaper.

The black figure moved through the army like a ghost, and no one could withstand a single blow in its path.

Such a terrifying existence cannot be changed by tactics or beliefs. Fighting to the death now means certain death, while retreating might offer a sliver of a chance to survive!

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Xia Jin took the lead, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He was oblivious to the fact that his horse's hooves trampled over mountains of barbarian corpses.

Half an hour later, Xia Jin stood alone on the pile of barbarian corpses that had formed a small hill, like a god of death.

He stared coldly toward the direction of the Great Qi, while behind him, the 50,000 barbarian troops had completely collapsed, and not a single one had escaped from this yellow sand.

Of the seven thousand black-armored elite cavalry behind him, eight thousand went into battle, but nearly a thousand were killed, and the rest were all wounded with their armor shattered.

But everyone's gaze toward Xia Jin was filled with fervor, as if they were looking up at a deity.

"The General is invincible! The General is invincible!!"

Someone shouted first, and then seven thousand voices erupted in cheers at the same time.

They raised their weapons high.

Xia Jin slowly raised the long sword in her hand, which was almost shattered into pieces of iron, and pointed it in the direction of the capital of Daqi.

"This Emperor of Qi has persecuted loyal officials and levied exorbitant taxes since ascending the throne, causing widespread suffering and starvation. He has no right to sit on that throne! This general will overthrow this dog of an emperor!"

"Would you like to come with me?"

The seven thousand black-armored elite cavalry, who had been completely impressed by Xia Jin, did not hesitate at all.

If Xia Jin hadn't descended like a god and directly routed this 50,000-strong barbarian army, they would probably all have perished here.

Since that damned emperor wants to kill me, I might as well join the general and rebel against this heaven!

"Overthrow this dog emperor!! Overthrow this dog emperor!!"

In an instant, seven thousand people roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

But at this moment of soaring morale, Xia Jin suddenly frowned, pressed her left hand tightly to her temple, and a tearing pain suddenly blasted into her mind.

He swayed twice, almost falling over, and saw stars before his eyes. At the same time, an even more outrageous memory was forcibly shared with him.

That's right, his second fragment of soul has already begun its life in the second world.

Xia Jin covered her forehead with one hand and gripped the hilt of the knife with the other, her expression shifting between light and dark.

"Great...it's great."

"So you're going to torment me with memories from both lifetimes? Hmph! Then let's torment you to our hearts' content."

However, he has no idea that what he is about to experience is not just the memories of two lifetimes, but the memories of nine lifetimes at the same time.