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

Xia Jin's gaze remained calm as she casually waved her hand.

The mortal sword intent silently disappeared into the void, vanishing without a trace.

The sword intent traveled through the void at an incredible speed, covering hundreds of miles in an instant, and rushed off in a certain direction.

After doing all this, Xia Jin withdrew her gaze and looked down at the dark mass of people in the training ground.

Nearly a thousand disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall were completely silent. Some lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, some secretly raised their eyes to sized up this powerful figure who had suddenly descended upon the Wrathful Soul Hall, and others had their eyes flickering, seemingly plotting something.

Xia Jin put his arm around Zhou Suxin's slender waist and took two steps forward. The night wind blew his black robe, making him look like a demon god who had emerged from the deepest hell.

"I'm sure you're all eager to know why I've summoned you all here."

His gaze slowly swept across the faces of the crowd. "Now, I will tell you."

On the training ground, nearly a thousand disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall breathed cautiously. Although they didn't know the exact identity of this person, they knew without a doubt that he was someone they could not afford to provoke.

Moreover, their former acting hall master, Fu Sandao, has vanished without a trace. It's uncertain whether he's even still alive.

"From this moment on, the Hall of Wrathful Souls has been erased from the list. From now on, the name Hall of Wrathful Souls will no longer exist in the Mirage Cloud Realm," Xia Jin said calmly.

These words immediately caused an uproar in the training ground.

"What? The Hall of Wrathful Souls has disbanded?"

"This... how is this possible? Although our Wrathful Soul Palace has declined somewhat, it is still one of the top forces in Pingyang County. How can it be wiped out just like that?"

"No wonder I haven't seen Palace Master Fu. Could he have already met with some terrible fate?"

Whispers reached Xia Jin's ears at the same time. Some people looked terrified, some looked incredulous, and some had a look of confusion in their eyes.

They had stayed in the Hall of Wrathful Souls for years, even decades; it had long become their home. Now, suddenly being told that their sect had been expelled, it was only natural that they would find it difficult to accept.

Ignoring the clamor, Xia Jin continued, "You former disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall, I'm giving you a choice."

"Or, stay and serve me."

"Either get out of here right now."

As Xia Jin finished speaking, the noise in the training ground grew even louder. Many disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions extremely complex.

Xia Jin added calmly, "Of course, those who wish to stay must abide by my rules. Anyone who dares to violate the rules will be severely punished without exception."

He paused, his gaze sharpening, and an invisible pressure emanated from him, enveloping the entire training ground.

"I will give you only twenty breaths to consider. If you have not made a choice by then, then I'm sorry, I will sentence you to death."

After saying that, he stopped talking, put his arm around Zhou Suxin, and stared at the disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall below with a smile.

Zhou Suxin nestled in his arms, playing with her hair with one hand, her eyes coldly sweeping over the crowd below.

Whispers filled the training ground.

A disciple of the Wrathful Soul Hall with a scar on his face tugged at his companion's sleeve and whispered, "Hey brother, what are you planning to do?"

His companion's eyes darted around, and he secretly glanced at Xia Jin on the platform. "Hmph! I think we should leave. Look at that person on the platform, she's clearly not someone to be trifled with. If we stay, there will definitely be a lot of rules. The original Wrathful Soul Hall didn't have so many rules, and we won't have a comfortable life here."

"With my abilities, I can live comfortably anywhere."

On the other side, a young man with a sinister face crossed his arms, having naturally overheard the thoughts of the people around him.

However, he showed no intention of leaving.

"Screw running away! I was neglected in the Hall of Wrathful Souls, constantly suppressed by the elders' direct descendants. After all these years, I haven't even gotten a decent position. Why not take a gamble? Besides, this guy's strength is definitely unfathomable. Otherwise, Hall Master Fu wouldn't have run away without even daring to show his face. Following this kind of person might not be a bad thing."

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually hardened.

In the crowd, a young female disciple tugged at her senior sister's sleeve, her eyes filled with fear: "Senior sister, what should we do?"

The senior sister bit her lip, a hint of struggle flashing across her face: "Let's think about it some more, there's no rush to make a decision. Twenty breaths is enough time for us to think it over carefully."

Time was ticking away, second by second.

Finally, someone made the first choice.

"I'm leaving!"

A burly man stepped out from the crowd, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Xia Jin, and walked towards the mountain gate without looking back.

Once there's a first one, there's a second and a third.

One after another, disciples left the training ground while shouting. They walked quickly, as if afraid that if they were slow, they would be left behind.

But some people stood still, their faces full of hesitation. They looked around, trying to find a reference in the choices of others, only to find that everyone's expression was just as conflicted as their own.

"Should we stay or leave?"

"Will staying mean we'll be used as cannon fodder?"

"But if I leave and rejoin another faction, I might not be respected."

Just as these people were still hesitating, a calm voice rang out from the crowd.

"I am willing to serve you, sir!"

A middle-aged man with a kind face and a sturdy build stepped out from the crowd. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, and the empty sleeve swung casually, but his eyes were unusually firm as he stared directly at Xia Jin on the high platform. He knelt on one knee and clasped his hands in a salute.

Immediately afterwards, a few scattered sounds began to rang out.

"I'd like to stay too!"

Count me in!

Those who had already made up their minds raised their hands and loudly expressed their opinions.

Among those who were willing to stay, most were previously marginalized figures who were not valued in the Hall of Wrathful Souls, or those who had their eyes on Xia Jin's unfathomable strength and wanted to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves.

Soon, the twenty breaths were up.

Xia Jin raised her eyes and scanned the training ground.

The once dense crowd had thinned out considerably, with those who chose to leave gradually disappearing outside the mountain gate, leaving less than two hundred people behind.

"Only less than two hundred people?" Zhou Suxin frowned slightly and whispered in Xia Jin's ear, "Husband, the remaining resources of the Wrathful Soul Palace are far too meager."

Xia Jin smiled dismissively, patted the back of her hand, and then looked at those who had chosen to stay.

A satisfied smile spread across his face, and his loud voice echoed throughout the training ground: "First of all, congratulations to those of you who chose to stay."

"In the future, you will definitely be glad you made that choice."

After saying that, Xia Jin changed the subject, glanced in the direction of the mountain gate, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips, "As for those who chose to give up, they will never appear before you again!!"

"Madam!!" He winked at Zhou Suxin.

Zhou Suxin understood immediately and nodded slightly.

The next second, her figure disappeared right next to Xia Jin.

Xia Jin's gaze returned to the less than two hundred people in the training ground, and she slowly said, "From this day forward, you are no longer members of the Wrathful Soul Hall."

"From this day forward, you belong to the Heavenly Alliance. And I am the Lord of the Heavenly Alliance!!"

"Tianmeng?" Someone in the crowd repeated the name in a low voice, a hint of confusion flashing in their eyes, but more so a strange expectation.

After a moment of silence, Xia Jin continued, "Now, those of you whose cultivation is above the Dragon Transformation Realm, step forward."