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

"Get out of the car quickly and see what happened!" Zhao Lingyun shouted.

Li Piaoxu and several other female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect also got off the carriage, their hands unconsciously resting on the hilts of their swords at their waists.

Xia Jin stepped down from the carriage ahead at a leisurely pace, showing no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

Mu Qingxue and the others surrounded Xia Jin, glancing at the dense forest ahead, their beautiful eyes filled with a hint of wariness.

"Senior Brother Xia, why did you suddenly stop? Did something happen?" Mu Qingxue asked, frowning.

Xia Jin did not answer. After stretching, she raised her head and looked past the mountain path ahead, landing in the depths of the dark forest.

"Gentlemen, you've been hiding there because of me, haven't you? If so, just come out and meet me. Why hide like this?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingxue and the others' expressions all changed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Without hesitation, the female disciples of the Glazed Sword Sect drew their longswords from their waists, the tips of which were all pointed at the dense forest ahead.

As soon as Xia Jin speaks, they will act without hesitation.

"No need to be so nervous, just watch with peace of mind!" Xia Jin's hand rested lightly on Mu Qingxue's sword hilt, showing no concern whatsoever. Clearly, he already knew who was coming.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, two figures slowly emerged from the shadows deep within the woods.

One male and one female.

Yang Qing'er.

The senior disciple of the Hehuan Sword Sect.

The man walking half a step behind her was Zhao Qian, who had been publicly humiliated by Xia Jin at the kendo exchange meeting three days ago.

"Hmph! So it's you two! What, weren't you beaten up by Senior Brother Xia three days ago enough? You dare to provoke our Glazed Sword Sect today?"

After Li Piaoxu saw the two people's faces clearly, her tense expression vanished instantly, and a hint of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing Yang Qing'er's still bruised face, Mu Qingxue sneered in disgust, "Yang Qing'er, after Senior Brother Xia beat you into a pig's head that day, I thought you would feel ashamed and then work hard to cultivate. I didn't expect that instead of reflecting on your actions, you would come to this desolate mountain wilderness to block our way? What, do you think the injuries on your face are too light and want Senior Brother Xia to add a few more?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qing'er's expression instantly twisted.

Those once charming eyes were now filled with resentment and venom. She glared at Mu Qingxue, who had spoken, before turning her gaze to Xia Jin, wishing she could gouge holes in him with her eyes.

Back then, it was this bastard who made me lose face in front of my fellow disciples!

Zhao Qian's expression wasn't much better.

"Xia Jin..." Zhao Qian gritted his teeth, his gaze towards Xia Jin filled with deep-seated hatred. "The humiliation of that day! Today, I will make you pay for it with interest!"

"Oh? You two seem to hold grudges quite a bit!" Xia Jin seemed to have thought of something, and her expression began to turn somewhat strange. "However, to be honest, standing together today, I think you two are actually quite a good match!"

"Look at them, one is the senior disciple of the Hehuan Sword Sect, and the other is a prized disciple of the Poyun Sword Sect."

"They're all from prestigious families, they're all... all beautiful but brainless, and they overestimate themselves."

As Xia Jin spoke, the sarcasm in her eyes became undisguised.

Yang Qing'er and Zhao Qian's faces turned ashen at the same time.

"You bastard!! What did you say?!" Yang Qing'er's voice suddenly rose eight octaves.

Zhao Qian also had a look on his face as if he had eaten a dead rat. He clenched his fists tightly, looking like a volcano that might erupt at any moment.

"Xia Jin, you're just being stubborn!" Zhao Qian took a deep breath, finally managing to calm his anger. "Today I'll see if your words can save your life!"

"If you know what's good for you, kneel down and kowtow three times to us now, then publicly admit your mistake from that day, and we might spare your life! Otherwise, in this desolate place, if someone dies, no one will be able to find out!!"

The threatening tone in his words couldn't be clearer.

Yang Qing'er also nodded with a cold laugh: "That's right. You can still save your life by cutting off your own arms today. Otherwise, not only you, but your delicate junior sisters behind you would probably also perish here."

Xia Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the two clowns with amusement in her eyes.

"Is it just the two of you, or is it someone behind you who gave you this confidence!?"

Yang Qing'er and Zhao Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. Could this guy have discovered their elder? No, it must just be a coincidence.

Yang Qing'er raised her hand and clapped it. "Elders, please come out!"

Two more figures slowly emerged from the shadows deep within the woods.

Unlike before, the aura emanating from these two figures was completely incomparable to that of Yang Qing'er and Zhao Qian.

The moment Mu Qingxue and the others saw the two figures clearly, their expressions changed drastically.

"It's them!" Zhao Lingyun's face turned extremely ugly as she stared at the middle-aged woman and the gaunt man who emerged from the shadows.

Among everyone, perhaps only she knew the identities of these two people.

That alluring middle-aged woman was the Fifth Elder of the Hehuan Sword Sect.

Although the years have left their mark on her face, one can still see the charm she possessed in her youth.

The gaunt man beside her was the fourth elder of the Broken Cloud Sword Sect.

This person has an average appearance and a thin build; he is the kind of person who would not attract anyone's attention in a crowd.

But it is precisely this kind of person who exudes an aura like a drawn sword, sharp and incomparably piercing, revealing his full potential.

A withered leaf drifted down from the treetop, and before it could even touch the hem of his clothes, it was sliced ​​into seven or eight pieces by that invisible sharpness, scattering them all over the ground.

"It seems this time things are really going to be very bad!!" Mu Qingxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and her grip on the sword tightened involuntarily. Although she only recognized the elder from the Hehuan Sword Sect, the gaunt man in front of her was clearly much more dangerous.

Li Piaoxu and the others couldn't help but look at Xia Jin.

This time, we really can only rely on their senior brother!

However, although they were very confident in Xia Jin's strength, the two people standing opposite them were elders!

No matter how confident they were in Xia Jin's strength, they would never naively believe that Xia Jin could fight against two elder-level powerhouses on her own.

"Senior Brother Xia," Mu Qingxue asked hesitantly, "the other side has two elders. Should we try to leave here first?"

But as soon as the thought popped into her head, she dismissed it.

With two elder-level powerhouses appearing at the same time, Xia Jin might have had a slight chance of escape if she were alone. But with them in tow, it was simply impossible.

"Don't worry, you just stand here and watch quietly. I'll take care of everything!"

Standing at the front, Xia Jin showed no fear whatsoever; instead, she looked at the two with great interest.

Seeing Xia Jin standing there motionless as if "frightened," Yang Qing'er finally revealed a smug smile.

On the other side, Zhao Qian strode over to the gaunt man and respectfully cupped his hands in greeting: "Elder Huangfu, I'll trouble you this time to capture this brat! This man has humiliated the reputation of my Poyun Sword Sect and publicly shamed me. If we don't teach him a lesson, what face will our Poyun Sword Sect have left?!"

The gaunt man, known as Elder Huangfu, nodded slightly without saying anything more.

He raised his narrow eyes, a purple light flashing within them, and then looked at Xia Jin.

That one glance made Elder Huangfu abruptly stop in his tracks.

His right foot remained suspended in mid-air, hesitant to come down.

three seconds.

It paused for a full three seconds.

Elder Huangfu's expression changed continuously from blank to something else.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

Just now, when he glanced at Xia Jin, his heart stopped beating for a moment.

He was very familiar with that feeling, because he had almost died several times because of it!

Elder Huangfu stared intently at Xia Jin, a drop of sweat unknowingly dripping from his little finger onto the ground.

Who exactly is this young man?