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

The green phantom above the alien man's head suddenly swayed, and one of its two thickest tentacles wrapped around the alien man's body, while the other swiftly coiled around the alien girl who was piloting the warship.

"Walk!"

The alien man roared, and his green phantom, carrying two figures, tore open the void beside him, pulling his own body and the alien girl into the void rift.

Soon, a mocking voice came from the void rift.

"You human bastard, you're dead today!! Hahahaha!!"

"If you kneel down now and beg for my forgiveness, perhaps I can spare your life!"

That arrogant laughter carried the humiliation he had suppressed for twenty days.

However, in Xia Jin's eyes, this behavior was like that of a clown.

He remained seated in the soft chair, gently shaking his head.

"If I hadn't wanted to see how you two would be humiliated later, would you really have thought you could escape right under my nose?" Xia Jin sneered, then raised his hand and waved it lightly.

A powerful wisp of spiritual energy enveloped the entire warship.

The ship, which had stopped due to the loss of its pilot, now continued to sail steadily eastward under Xia Jin's spiritual power.

Five hundred li.

Four hundred li.

Three hundred li.

The powerful figures on those warships belonging to the vengeful spirits clearly sensed his approach, and all eight warships simultaneously turned their bows, aiming at the warship where Xia Jin was located.

Two hundred li, one hundred li, fifty li

When they were only ten miles away from the eight warships, Xia Jin snapped her fingers and hovered the warships steadily in mid-air.

At this moment, ten miles ahead in the void, all eight warships had turned around, their dense array of runes resembling bared fangs, radiating a chilling killing intent without any attempt to conceal their presence.

On the largest warship in the center, several imposing figures stood prominently on the bow deck.

The person in the center had long, crimson hair cascading down his shoulders, and his eyes were filled with eerie green corpse fire, exuding an oppressive aura.

This person is none other than Hei Hong, the current patriarch of the Wraith lineage.

"The aura of a seventh-level Great Power Realm expert that I just sensed should be this person." Xia Jin curiously examined the other party, and after a few breaths, she shifted her gaze from him to the others.

Beside the current patriarch of the vengeful spirit lineage, the alien man who had just fled back in a sorry state was kneeling on one knee, with a hint of grievance on his face. He pointed at Xia Jin, who was standing with her hands behind her back on the warship ten miles away.

"Patriarch!! It's that human cultivator!! It's him—"

"Not only did they humiliate us, forcing me to use my Netherworld Psychic abilities day and night to find his way, they even killed Elder Sang E!!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, and at the end, he kowtowed heavily to the ground: "Clan Chief, you must avenge Elder Sang E!! Get justice for our Wraith Clan!!"

"Hmm!?" Hei Hong, the current patriarch of the Wraith lineage, sharpened his eyes, which were swirling with eerie green corpse fire. His long, crimson hair moved without wind, and his killing intent soared to the sky.

The warship beneath their feet was impacted at that moment and swayed violently.

How dare a mere human provoke the Corpse Clan's Wraith Spirit lineage? And even more audacious, he dared to kill one of their elders! This is a disgrace to their entire lineage!

This disgrace must be washed away!

Hei Hong simply raised his slightly thin hand and swung it sharply in Xia Jin's direction.

"Do it. Kill him."

Four words, and murderous intent burst forth.

At the same time, the eight warships beneath his feet emitted astonishing energy fluctuations.

The runic array at the bow of the ship shone with a blinding light, and black spears wrapped in lightning rapidly formed above them, each exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

The black spears that materialized on the seven smaller warships each exuded a terrifying pressure reminiscent of a first-level Great Power Realm expert.

On the central warship, an even thicker black spear emitted an aura that reached an astonishing level of the third level of the Great Power Realm!

Eight spears simultaneously locked onto the lone warship ten miles away.

The alien man, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, a sinister smile appearing on his lips, his gaze piercing Xia Jin as if it were coated with poison.

"Kid! You're dead meat!! Hahahaha!!"

Unfortunately, before his laughter could subside, Xia Jin looked at the warship ten miles away and sighed softly, her eyes filled with pity.

"Before you make your move... don't you even bother to ascertain my strength first?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the eight warships.

"Hahahaha! This human, even on the verge of death, is still talking nonsense. It seems he's been scared silly by our eight warships." On the warship, an elder of the Wraith lineage looked at Xia Jin and sneered.

At that moment, Xia Jin raised her right hand and snapped her fingers lightly.

"Smack."

A crisp, clear sound echoed through the void.

The next moment, the sword intent of the mortal world burst forth from his fingertips.

An almost imperceptible sword aura swiftly swept past the eight black spears that were not yet fully formed.

Wherever that mortal sword intent passed, the eight black spears instantly snapped in two, then vanished into the void.

First level of the Great Power Realm? Third level?

Faced with Xia Jin's seemingly casual sword intent, the eight black spears were as fragile as paper, utterly vulnerable.

"What? How is this possible?"

"How can a mere human possess such formidable strength?" Several alien races stared in disbelief as the black spear above them was so easily sliced ​​open; their mouths were practically agape.

Meanwhile, on the bow of the warship ten miles away, Xia Jin withdrew her finger and her gaze fell on Hei Hong, the patriarch of the vengeful spirit clan with long, flowing red hair, who was aboard the flagship in the center.

"Now," Xia Jin's voice rang out slowly, tinged with amusement, "do you still intend to take me down?"