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

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Xia Jin's body was sent flying over a hundred feet away by this punch!

When he came to his senses and looked down, he saw a large dent in his chest, with broken ribs piercing through his flesh and revealing the white bone beneath.

"Cough! Cough cough! Your speed and strength have increased so much in an instant, I almost couldn't keep up with it."

Xia Jin coughed a few times and couldn't help but frown.

But the next moment, the white flames reignited at his wound!

Under the blazing white light, the shattered bones rejoined, and the sunken sternum gradually returned to its original shape.

Three breaths later, the injury was healed.

Ning He hovered in place, his silver eyes coldly watching the scene, his face expressionless.

"Hmph! You've recovered again? But I'd like to see how many more times you can recover!"

With a cold laugh, his figure transformed into a silver lightning bolt once again.

"This direction!" This time, Xia Jin locked onto the other person's figure.

He immediately raised his arms in front of him, his spiritual energy surging wildly, forming layers of defense on his arms.

But it didn't work.

Ning He's fist seemed to ignore all defenses, and slammed directly into Xia Jin's crossed arms.

"Snap!"

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out simultaneously again.

Xia Jin's arms bent at an odd angle, and she was blasted hundreds of feet away again.

After he stood up straight, his arms were already hanging limply at his sides, clearly indicating that even his tendons and veins had been broken inch by inch by this punch.

"Hahahaha! It's been so long since I've been injured!! Old Ghost, you're really good!!" To Ning He's surprise, Xia Jin showed no sign of frustration, but instead laughed heartily.

The laughter carried an indescribable sense of joy.

"This strength is just right!"

This feeling of being suppressed and beaten, this danger of losing his life at any moment, is just right for him to experience the true power of the Red Dust Sword Intent!

The white flames reignited, and the injuries to her arms instantly healed. Xia Jin flexed her wrists and took a deep breath.

"Now it's my turn to fight back. Old Ghost, are you ready?"

Xia Jin gave a cold laugh and then closed her eyes.

A pinkish aura emanated from his body.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, passion, and grudges.

Life is full of ups and downs, and the world is a vast and complex place.

Everything was concentrated in this wisp of air.

A pinkish aura slowly enveloped Xia Jin's entire body, and his aura began to change. If the Xia Jin of the past was a volcano that could erupt at any moment, then he was now a sword!

A sword that has been honed by the vicissitudes of life for countless years!

Sharp and fierce, yet carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and sorrow.

Xia Jin opened her eyes, put her right index and middle fingers together, and slowly raised them above her head, pointing straight to the sky.

"The Mortal World Sword Technique!"

"First Form: Life is Like a Dream!"

A pink sword aura shot out from his fingertips and plunged into the moonlit clouds.

The world fell completely silent at that moment. Indeed, even the occasional birdsong that could be heard on ordinary days had vanished entirely.

Ning He looked up at the sky, a hint of unease flashing in his silver eyes, but he quickly shook his head.

"Hmph! Playing tricks!"

He snorted coldly, and his figure transformed into a silver lightning bolt once again, rushing straight towards Xia Jin!

A punch was thrown!

But this time, his punch missed.

Xia Jin's figure, like dust blown away by the wind, turned into countless pink specks of light the moment Ning He's fist touched her, and vanished into the world.

"What!? When did this kid appear?" Ning He's pupils suddenly contracted.

Something's wrong! Something's not right!!

"Tick-tock".

A drop of rain suddenly landed on Ning He's face.

He subconsciously looked up and saw that it had started raining.

Pink rain.

The fine, continuous raindrops bathed the entire world in a dreamy pink hue.

The raindrops falling on Ning He caused him to feel a dizziness he had never experienced before, a dizziness that surged directly from the depths of his consciousness.

"What kind of evil magic has this kid used this time?!" Ning He's expression changed drastically.

A pinkish aura had begun to permeate his sea of ​​consciousness at some point!

Those thread-like currents of energy coiled around his soul, slowly eroding his consciousness. Joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and countless other emotions, suppressed deep within his memory, were drawn out at this moment by those pink currents of energy.

"An illusion?! No, this doesn't seem like an illusion!"

"Damn it, all of you get out of here!!" Ning He roared, his silver eyes flashing with a blinding light as he tried to dispel the pink aura.

But those air currents were like maggots clinging to bones; no matter how he tried to expel them, he could not completely eliminate them.

The rain is getting heavier.

Ning He staggered through the void, his steps becoming erratic. His consciousness fluctuated between clarity and confusion, and his cold face displayed a variety of expressions in just a few breaths.

Anger, sadness, joy, fear!!

From the youthful exuberance of cultivating in the sect to the present-day indifference to worldly affairs!

All his emotions surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming his soul.

At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the clouds.

Xia Jin stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the staggering figure below, a smile appearing on her face.

Life is but a dream, how much joy can it hold?

This is the true meaning of the first move of the Mortal World Sword Technique.

It's not about overwhelming someone with force, nor about killing them with tricks, but about moving them with emotion. It's about drawing out the deepest emotions in your opponent's heart, making them wallow in their memories and feelings, and ultimately lose themselves.

Xia Jin raised her right hand,

A flying sword instantly materialized.

"go."

Xia Jin uttered a single word.

A flying sword imbued with the sword intent of the mortal world soared through the air, its target being Ning He, the lost sect master of the Guiyi Sect!

A flash of sword light, and a figure fell to the ground.

"Huh!? Someone's been spying on us!?"

Xia Jin did not press her advantage. Instead, she withdrew her gaze and looked up at the north and southwest directions, her brows furrowing slightly beneath her mask.