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

At the same moment, a wave of discussion arose around them.

"Am I seeing things? Two fingers?!"

"Zhao Qian is a Dragon Transformation Realm expert from the Breaking Cloud Sword Sect! This is just too outrageous..."

"Just who is this senior disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect?"

Whispers rose and fell, each word like a knife cutting into Zhao Qian's heart.

His face grew increasingly red, almost to the point of bleeding. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes, besides anger, held a hint of madness.

"asshole!!!"

Zhao Qian's breathing became more and more rapid; at this moment, he was completely controlled by that anger.

"Die!! I'll make sure you die today!!"

He let out a low growl that was almost like that of a wild beast, and at that moment, the sword intent emanating from his body surged wildly.

Forget about the swordsmanship exchange, forget about the rules; at this moment, Zhao Qian only had one thought in his mind—to kill this bastard who had made him lose face in public!

The longsword in his hand began to tremble, and then a dazzling silver light shone forth, as if the patterns on the sword had come to life.

"Is this all the strength you have?! You think you can make me let go?" Xia Jin looked at the person in front of him who had completely lost his mind and shook his head helplessly.

He suddenly exerted a slight force with his two fingers.

Press down gently.

"boom!!!"

A muffled thud was followed by the sound of the ground cracking.

The longsword, carrying immense force, plunged into the ground with its tip pointing downwards.

Zhao Qian stood there blankly, looking down at the hole in the ground where the sword hilt had disappeared, then looking up at Xia Jin in front of him, a look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes for the first time.

Have I been humiliated repeatedly?

First he knelt down in public, then his longsword was taken away... Could a sword cultivator at the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm be reduced to a mouse being toyed with in front of this person?

Xia Jin ignored the other party and turned back to Mu Qingxue and the other female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother Xia!"

Mu Qingxue gazed at Xia Jin's confident figure, a hint of admiration flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Li Piaoxu and the others also looked at Xia Jin with gleaming eyes.

Meanwhile, the discussions among the disciples from various sects participating in the swordplay exchange not only didn't stop, but became even more heated. However, the content of their discussions had completely changed.

"Is this the senior disciple of the Glazed Sword Sect? Such strength is indeed formidable."

"No wonder he became the first male disciple in the history of the Glazed Sword Sect!"

"Did you all see that clearly? That person didn't use any sword intent; it was just pure brute force!"

"Even a fourth-level Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator is no match for him... Just what is this Senior Brother Xia's cultivation level?"

Among the crowd, several male sword cultivators who were originally dissatisfied with Xia Jin being surrounded by a group of beautiful women took a few steps back in unison and silently looked away.

Are you kidding me? Even a formidable figure like Zhao Qian was taken down by just two fingers. In terms of strength, they're no match for Zhao Qian.

Zhao Manting and Situ Nan exchanged a glance, both seeing deep apprehension in each other's eyes.

Situ Nan's already gloomy face darkened even further: "This guy... he's at least at the seventh level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, right?"

Zhao Manting, unusually, didn't tease him. Instead, he stared at Xia Jin, silently frowning. "No... I'm afraid it's more than that. He didn't even use his sword intent when he attacked just now. To achieve that, one must be at least a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm."

"Eighth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm!? In most forces of the Ancient Void Continent, this is enough to qualify someone for the position of elder!"

Situ Nan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

In particular, when he recalled that he had just been thinking of causing trouble for Xia Jin, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

If Zhao Manting hadn't stopped him, he would probably be the one kneeling on the ground, his sword embedded in the earth, suffering utter humiliation.

"Senior Brother Xia, it seems you can't keep a low profile this time, even if you want to." Mu Qingxue teased Xia Jin after hearing the crowd's exclamations.

Li Piaoxu, standing to the side, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yes, Senior Brother Xia, by the time the exchange meeting ends, the entire Ancient Void State will probably know that our Glazed Sword Sect has an extraordinary senior brother."

Upon hearing this, Xia Jin's eyes twitched involuntarily: "It seems that the more one wants to keep a low profile, the less likely one is to do so."

He shook his head, not wanting to stay there and become the target of everyone's criticism, and turned around and left.

For the next three days, Xia Jin stayed quietly in the residence prepared for her by the Taixu Sword Sect, without stepping out of her courtyard at all.

However, he was unaware that although he had not shown his face again, the name "that senior brother of the Glazed Sword Sect" was becoming increasingly famous among the disciples of various sects.

Some even suspected that he was actually the reincarnation of an old monster who had cultivated again, and wanted to pay him a special visit.

Xia Jin turned a deaf ear to all of this.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Kendo exchange event has finally come to a close.

As disciples from various sects began to depart one after another, Xia Jin, along with Mu Qingxue, Li Piaoxu, and other disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect, also embarked on their journey home.

"Finally over." In the carriage, Mu Qingxue stretched lazily, a relaxed smile appearing in her eyes. "These past few days of constant sparring with disciples from various other sword-wielding factions have exhausted me. I'm going to sleep for three days and three nights when I get back. After I've rested enough, I'll properly absorb what I learned from this exchange meeting."

Li Piaoxu rubbed her shoulders and laughed, "Who says otherwise? But we've gained quite a bit from this exchange meeting. We'll go back and cultivate in seclusion to try and make further progress."

"Senior Sister Li is right. When we return this time, we will definitely impress all the elders!"

The group chatted and laughed, and soon the carriage of the Glazed Sword Sect left the territory of the Void Sword Sect.

Xia Jin sat in the carriage at the front, still carefully examining the treasures she had obtained from Gui Shu, the Lord of the Wrathful Soul Palace.

Suddenly, he looked away, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Stop!!" As his voice rang out, both carriages of the Glazed Sword Sect came to a stop at the same time.

"What's going on? Could something have gone wrong again?" Mu Qingxue and the others, sitting in the carriage behind, were startled and stopped as well.