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

Just as the Hall of Wrathful Souls and the Thirteen Bandits were constantly clashing, on a high peak not far from the location of the Hall of Wrathful Souls...

Xia Jin leaned against a boulder, holding a wine jug in her hand, taking sips here and there.

His gaze fell on the slightly chubby figure in white not far away, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Shen Jinghan stood on the most prominent rock at the summit, maintaining this posture for a full half hour, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Hall of Wrathful Souls, without moving an inch.

Only those slightly narrowed eyes occasionally flashed with a cold light.

Even though Xia Jin invited him over for drinks several times, he still didn't relax.

Xia Jin secretly thought to herself that it was fortunate that she had not offended this Senior Brother Shen, otherwise it would not be a good thing to be remembered like this.

In particular, when he thought about what the Heavenly Wrathful Soul Palace had suffered these past few days, he couldn't help but silently mourn for them for a moment.

To be able to create this situation without spending any money is something that not everyone can do.

As Xia Jin was thinking, Shen Jinghan walked over with a smile, sat down next to Xia Jin, and without any ceremony, took the wine pot from his hand and took a big gulp.

"Junior Brother Xia, in my opinion, it won't be long before most of the forces within the Hall of Wrathful Souls leave this place."

"The moment their interior becomes vulnerable, that's when we'll strike. You'll be in charge of drawing their attention, while I'll sneak in and set fires everywhere, burning the entire Hall of Wrathful Souls to the ground."

After hearing this, Xia Jinchen's expression turned somewhat strange: "Senior Brother Shen, are you really that confident? Will the new Hall Master of the Wrathful Soul Hall, Gui Shu, and the others leave this place?"

Shen Jinghan pursed his lips and gave an awkward smile: "I can't guarantee that."

Xia Jin: "Uh..."

"However," Shen Jinghan's expression turned serious, "according to the information we've gathered, given the temperament of this new hall master, he will most likely take action himself. These past few days, he's been provoked repeatedly by those 'Thirteen Bandits.' If he could still tolerate it, I'm afraid the Wrathful Soul Hall wouldn't be so arrogant."

Shen Jinghan laughed as he finished speaking.

"If you were in my shoes, could you tolerate it?"

Xia Jin thought for a moment and then shook her head.

I can't stand it.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to tolerate it either. Let alone someone like Gui Shu, who is inherently violent and vindictive.

"Don't worry." Shen Jinghan patted Xia Jin's shoulder, a cold glint in his eyes. "I'll keep an eye on him. If he still hasn't left this Wrathful Soul Palace in a few days, then we'll add fuel to the fire."

Xia Jin looked at Shen Jinghan's smiling face and finally just nodded suspiciously.

"That would be for the best. Otherwise, we might end up trapped in the lair of the Wrathful Soul Palace. This is their territory, and if we get stuck there, with our current strength, getting out will be as difficult as climbing to heaven."

This is not an exaggeration.

Shen Jinghan's smile faded slightly, and a rare hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

"No, I won't." His voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely confident. "When have I ever made you suffer?"

Xia Jin narrowed her eyes slightly. "I hope so."

......

The three-day period arrived in the blink of an eye.

The Hall of Wrathful Souls, main hall.

Gui Shu remained seated on the throne carved with a dragon's head, and had not left the palace for the past few days.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, a light footstep sound came from outside the palace gate, and Gui Shu's eyes instantly turned cold and sharp.

A thick black mist flew in from outside the palace gate and then condensed into a form, clearly Elder Wu, who had left earlier to investigate the location of the Thirteen Bandits.

Although Elder Wu could not see the expression behind the black and white mask, his exposed eyes showed a hint of weariness.

"Palace Master," Elder Wu bowed slightly, "I have found the whereabouts of those people."

Gui Shu's pupils suddenly flickered. He didn't speak, but stared intently at Elder Wu, then extended his right hand.

Elder Wu didn't waste any words. He took out a sheepskin map from his sleeve, tossed it into Gui Shu's hand.

Gui Shu unfolded the map, glanced at it, and finally his eyes fell on a red dot marked with scarlet cinnabar.

That location was right at the junction of the three prefectures, so no matter which direction you fled, you could quickly escape the territory of Pingyang Prefecture.

"Hmph." Gui Shu sneered, a fierce killing intent flashing in his single eye. "These bastards actually hid here. The border of three prefectures is easy to defend and difficult to attack. They really chose a feng shui treasure land for themselves before they die."

With a slight exertion of his fingers, the sheepskin map instantly turned into dust in his palm.

"Elder Wu, go and arrange the manpower." Gui Shu stood up, his burly figure casting a huge shadow in the candlelight of the hall. "I, the lord, will personally go and meet these arrogant clowns who don't know their place. It'll also be a good opportunity to test the power of my twenty blood puppets."

Elder Wu paused slightly, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly beneath his mask.

Twenty blood puppets...

"Yes." He took a deep breath, bowed, and replied, "I will make the arrangements immediately."

The black mist surged, and Elder Wu's figure vanished from the main hall once more.

Gui Shu stood alone before the throne, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Thirteen bandits... I, the Palace Master, would like to see where you can run to this time."

......

One hour later.

In the Hall of Wrathful Souls, dozens of figures stood quietly in the empty space.

Standing at the very front was Elder Wu.

Behind Elder Wu were dozens of figures shrouded in wide black robes.

The fifth and sixth levels of the Immortal Realm...

The weakest among them are all at least at the fifth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm.

But what's even more shocking are the twenty figures standing at the very end of those black-robed figures.

The twenty figures were also shrouded in black robes, but no living presence could be sensed from them.

They stood there like twenty wooden stakes.

Elder Wu knew that once these twenty "wooden stakes" were activated, they would be enough to slaughter most of the sects in Pingyang County within half an hour.

After all, these are twenty blood puppets at the sixth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm!

Elder Wu's gaze swept over the twenty figures, his eyes behind the mask revealing a complex mix of emotions.

Ghost Guard's figure walked from the direction of the main hall.

"Set off."

No unnecessary words, just two words.

Clean and efficient, with a chilling murderous intent.

Under Gui Shu's command, nearly a hundred figures left the Hall of Wrathful Souls without a sound.

Their movements were extremely fast, barely alerting anyone. But with nearly a hundred people acting simultaneously, even the most careful person couldn't completely conceal their tracks.

Especially those twenty blood puppets.

Although they had concealed their aura to the extreme, a faint trace of chilling death still lingered in the air.

......

Dozens of miles away, at the summit.

Xia Jin had just taken a sip of wine and was stretching comfortably when she suddenly heard Shen Jinghan's slightly hurried voice.

"Junior Brother Xia!"

Xia Jin's hand suddenly stopped.

He looked up and saw that Shen Jinghan had somehow gotten up from the rock.

"They moved!"

Without saying a word, Xia Jin threw down the wine pot and rushed to Shen Jinghan's side. He looked down at the foot of the mountain.

On the mountain road dozens of miles away, several tiny black dots flashed by.

Xia Jin took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"These people are all at least at the fifth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, and there are more than just one or two..." His voice was tinged with shock.

Xia Jin turned to look at Shen Jinghan, and Shen Jinghan also turned to look at him.

Eyes facing each other.

The two spoke almost without hesitation, in unison.

"Let's do it!"

Two streaks of light headed directly toward the Hall of Wrathful Souls.