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

When Mr. Gu returned to the main hall, his expression was somewhat uncertain.

He paced back and forth in the main hall, constantly calculating in his mind.

"I never expected... even that esteemed person would agree." Mr. Gu stopped and muttered to himself, "I wonder what kind of incredible luck that kid had!"

He sat back down in his seat, and after a moment, the last trace of hesitation in his small eyes gradually disappeared.

"Hmph! Who cares! With that person's approval, what others say doesn't matter."

"Besides, I also want to see just how far this kid can go!"

Mr. Gu picked up his pen and quickly wrote a challenge.

As a whistle rang out, a small green bird landed in front of Mr. Gu, picked up the challenge token, and disappeared from the hall in the blink of an eye.

In less than a month, the entire Second Heaven became completely bustling with activity.

On island after island, those once high-ranking top disciples fell one after another at the hands of the same person.

Seventeenth.

When Xia Jin withdrew his hand and looked at his opponent kneeling on the ground, his eyes completely devoid of fighting spirit, the number on the token at his waist had changed from "Heavenly Twenty-Two" to "Heavenly Six".

From 22nd to 6th, there were 17 rankings and 17 battles in between, none of which lasted more than ten moves.

Xia Jin's fame spread throughout the entire Second Heaven.

"This Xia Jin actually won again! It seems that my defeat at his hands back then wasn't because I was weak, but because this guy was too strong!" Zhou Tong, ranked twenty-first, breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news from his follower.

"That's right, sir! Even Ye Sandao, who is ranked sixth, was defeated by him! I'm afraid Xia Jin's strength is already in the top three. It's not shameful for you to lose, sir!" Zhou Tong's followers nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong smiled, but his eyes quickly turned cold.

"Top three!? Impossible. Although I admit that Xia Jin is very strong, she is still far inferior to those three freaks, Jian Wuxin!" Zhou Tong sneered, and then his eyes showed a clear increase in awe towards the three people he had mentioned.

Sword Without Heart, Battle Without Limits, Fan Without Injury!

These three are the undisputed top three among the Heavenly Disciples.

Xia Jin wants to challenge the three of them? Hmph! She's far from it.

It wasn't just Zhou Tong, who ranked twenty-first; almost all the other top-ranked disciples who were defeated by Xia Jin went from feeling frustrated at the beginning to taking it for granted now.

Perhaps this is what is meant by the saying that when the gap becomes too large, there is no longer any desire to compare oneself with others.

Regardless, the name Xia Jin has already spread throughout the entire Second Heaven.

Less than an hour had passed since Xia Jin defeated Ye Sandao, who was ranked sixth.

On a flower-filled island in the Second Heaven, a grand hall stands atop the highest peak, where a gentle breeze carries the faint fragrance of flowers.

Xing Ruoliu, ranked fifth among the top disciples, leaned against a soft couch, her graceful figure outlined in a plain white dress, but those who knew her well would know that...

This woman is beautiful, but like a rose with thorns, she can easily draw blood without warning.

She stroked the white fox in her arms, her narrow eyes slightly narrowed as she gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the window.

"I didn't expect Xia Jin to be so extraordinary." Xing Ruoliu remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "Judging from this momentum, he will probably challenge me soon, won't he?"

A man in gray stood before her, a follower of Xing Ruoliu. Upon seeing this, he quickly bowed, his face showing a hint of disdain.

"My lord, those top-tier disciples who were defeated by Xia Jin were nothing but mediocre talents. How could they compare to you?" The gray-robed man spoke respectfully, but his eyes revealed a hint of arrogance. "With your strength, my lord, if Xia Jin were to overestimate himself and challenge you, he probably wouldn't even be able to escape your illusion."

Xing Ruoliu paused slightly as she stroked the white fox.

She shifted her gaze from the white fox in her arms and gave the gray-clad man a fleeting glance.

"There's no need for such flattery."

The man in gray felt a chill run through him, even a cold sweat rising up his back. He quickly lowered his head and dared not speak again.

Xing Ruoliu withdrew her gaze and looked out the window again. "To be able to defeat seventeen top-tier disciples in a row, Xia Jin must have extraordinary abilities. I understand the principle that pride comes before a fall better than anyone else."

She stood up, and the white fox leaped down from her arms and curled up at her feet.

Xing Ruoliu seemed to have thought of something, and walked directly out of the palace, looking down at the floating clouds below that resembled ocean waves. The cool mountain wind blew across her face, making her more awake.

"Moreover... in the Second Heaven, no one has appeared in hundreds of years who could get Mr. Gu to agree to challenge them repeatedly."

She reached out and caught a petal that had been swept up by the mountain wind, and gently touched it.

Suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of peach blossoms appeared in front of her, where there had been no one. Then, all the peach blossoms fell down, forming a downward-facing floral staircase in front of Xing Ruoliu.

"I'm actually looking forward to seeing Xia Jin."

......

After defeating seventeen people in a row, unlike the others, Xia Jin did not show any smugness on her face. Instead, as usual, she lay on the armchair, closed her eyes, and considered her next opponent.

Indeed, even though the previous seventeen opponents posed no threat to him whatsoever, he did not underestimate the next opponent.

At this moment, Yin Shixuan, who was standing next to Xia Jin, changed his attitude towards his master from respect to awe.

Over the past month, he has personally witnessed those once high-ranking top disciples fall one after another in front of his master.

The shock was indescribable.

At least, this was the first time he had seen something like this since he came to this Second Heaven as a follower.

Respecting Xia Jin as a deity—that's how Yin Shixuan now perceives her.

But at this moment, a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"My lord..." Yin Shixuan began cautiously, "Tomorrow's opponent is Xing Ruoliu, the one ranked fifth."

Xia Jin closed her eyes and simply gave a faint "hmm".

He had already reviewed Xing Ruoliu's information. Others might be wary of her illusion techniques, but Xia Jin was least afraid of them.

Putting aside the fact that his soul was occupied by the incomplete Eastern Emperor Bell, his Soul Weapon Shaping Technique, which he had previously cultivated to perfection, also made his soul defense far superior to that of beings of the same level.

Therefore, illusions were like bubbles to him, easily burst with a single touch.

Looking at Xia Jin's confident face, Yin Shixuan suddenly felt a strange sensation.

The feeling was like looking up at an insurmountable mountain.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only bowing respectfully.

"Then I wish you, sir, a resounding victory!"