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

Several exclamations came from the warship behind them. The elders of the Wraith lineage changed their expressions and tried to rush forward to help, but Xia Jin casually waved his sleeve and an invisible wave of energy sent them flying backward.

Xia Jin stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at Hei Hong, who was kneeling in the void.

"Your method of transforming your physical body into a spirit is quite interesting; it can evade most attacks. But unfortunately, you can only maintain it for three breaths. Moreover, the speed at which your physical body transforms into a spirit cannot keep up with the speed at which I draw my sword."

"So this trick might work on someone else."

"But with me, it can be used once, but not a second time."

Hei Hong's face was ashen, and his eyes twitched incessantly due to the pain.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the severed arm with his left hand, and aligned the cut with his right shoulder.

A dense, eerie green light shone forth, completely enveloping the area where the severed arm was attached to the shoulder, and the severed arm was quickly reattached.

Hei Hong raised his head, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Xia Jin was no longer one of apprehension, but rather one of fear.

This human is terrifying.

The speed of that sword strike was so great that he didn't even have time to fully transform his spirit before his right arm was severed.

"How can this human be so terrifying!? Even the clan leader seems to be no match for him."

The alien man who had been captured alive by Xia Jin earlier felt his legs go weak, and he involuntarily took a few steps back. He found something to cover himself, afraid that Xia Jin would take notice of him.

Xia Jin ignored the horrified looks and simply glanced at Hei Hong.

"Alright, I don't have that much time to play with you guys."

"All of you, hurry and find that 'corpse fetus heart'. If you find it, I might consider sparing your lives."

But those words immediately changed Hei Hong's expression, which had been filled with fear. "What?! You actually know about the 'Corpse Embryo Heart'?!"

His gaze abruptly shifted to the alien man on the warship, his eyes instantly flashing with a chilling killing intent.

"Suo Ni!! You actually revealed the secrets of our Corpse Clan to this human!?"

Suoni trembled violently, and the figure that had been hiding behind him knelt down on the deck: "Clan...Clan Chief! It wasn't my fault! This guy forced me! He...he forcibly extracted my memories using soul-searching magic, I...I couldn't resist at all!!"

"waste!!"

"Anyone who dares to leak the secrets of the Corpse Clan will die!"

Hei Hong, a member of the Corpse Clan's vengeful spirit lineage, was enraged. His eyes blazed with a dark green light, and he raised his right hand to strike Suo Ni from a distance.

The palm wind condensed into a huge, eerie green claw in mid-air, and slammed down on Suoni's chest.

"Chieftain, spare...spare my life!!"

Suoni, his eyes filled with fear, quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But this did not diminish Hei Hong's determination to kill him. In an instant, the ghostly claw pierced through his chest, crushing his body and soul together.

A layer of deathly gray quickly appeared on the surface of Suoni's body, and then its entire body turned into ashes that scattered into the void.

"Still fighting amongst themselves at this point? What's the use anyway?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, not intervening, but simply watching coldly as everything unfolded.

After killing Suoni, Hei Hong slowly turned around, his dark green eyes fixed on Xia Jin.

His expression had turned completely somber, but his voice had become unusually calm.

"You originally had a chance to leave, but now that you know the secrets of my Corpse Clan, you're prepared to stay here today as well."

"Hmm?" Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement curving her lips. "Do you perhaps have some other tricks up your sleeve that could possibly defeat me?"

"Hmph! Then watch how I kill you!!" Hei Hong sneered.

He expressionlessly took out a long, jet-black incense stick from his pocket, its surface covered with dense golden runes.

The incense stick ignited without wind as soon as it left his arms, and a wisp of black smoke rose from its tip.

The smoke didn't dissipate or drift away; instead, it surged straight upwards, growing thicker and thicker in the void.

"Sacrifice!!" Hei Hong suddenly tilted his head back, raised the incense stick high, and roared.

With his roar, all the elders of the vengeful spirit lineage on the warships behind him changed their expressions drastically, their faces filled with despair.

"Chieftain!! No!!"

"Hei Hong!! You're insane!!"

"We've followed you for thousands of years! And you want to sacrifice us?!"

Several elders of the vengeful spirit lineage tried to escape in terror, but their feet were somehow locked by rings of eerie green light patterns, and no matter how much they activated their spiritual power, they could not break free.

"Since you've followed me for so long, you should understand that when it's time to sacrifice for the Wraith Clan and the Corpse Race, there should be no dissatisfaction!" Hei Hong coldly swept his gaze over the elders of the Wraith Clan behind him.

Soon, the surfaces of these elders' bodies began to sink rapidly, and their skin dried up at a visible speed.

In just a few breaths, those once energetic elders at the Great Power Realm turned into skin-and-bones dried corpses.

All the life energy extracted from their bodies transformed into streams of eerie green light, flowing into the wisp of black smoke.

"What kind of monster is this guy trying to summon?!" Xia Jin frowned.

In the void, the smoke continued to expand, and a black magic circle took shape.

Soon, an extremely terrifying pressure emanated from it.

The remaining warships behind them were instantly crushed into pieces under this oppressive force.

For the first time, Xia Jin's eyes became serious.

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the aura contained within that oppressive force.

"This aura... could it be from the Saint Realm?"

However, he quickly shook his head, his gaze sharpening. "No... it only possesses a trace of the Saint Realm's aura. Otherwise, when a true Saint Realm expert descends, the aura they exude alone would be hundreds of times stronger than this."

He looked up at the enormous black shadow gradually revealing its outline deep within the magic circle, his eyes gleaming.

Hei Hong's face finally revealed a triumphant and ferocious expression again.

"Hahahaha!! You human, I told you to get lost but you wouldn't!! Now, you can't leave even if you want to!!!"

In the center of the magic circle, a huge black ancient coffin slowly emerged.

The black coffin descended into the void, and the lid slowly slid open to one side.

Immediately afterwards, the black smoke rising from the burning incense stick, mixed with a massive amount of life energy, rushed into the coffin.

One breath! Two breaths! Three breaths!

Three breaths later, a withered arm slowly emerged from the coffin and rested on the edge of it.

A colossal figure, three zhang tall, slowly sat up from the coffin and then stood out.

It was the corpse of an extremely robust male, naked from the waist up. Although his body was withered, one could still see the grandeur and strength he possessed in life.

But what caught Xia Jin's attention was the corpse's chest.

Right in the center was a fist-sized black hole that pierced through the entire chest, as if someone had punched it out of the heart.

He stood there, eyes closed, without breathing, without a heartbeat, without any sign of life.

It was just a dead body.

"Wait, this guy actually summoned a corpse to fight me?" A hint of doubt flashed in Xia Jin's eyes.

He stared intently at the black hole in the corpse's chest, and soon a thought flashed through his mind.

"A corpse? Could this be... the fallen ancestor of the Corpse Clan?!"

"And the owner of the so-called 'corpse fetus heart' that I'm looking for is this corpse?!"

Hei Hong watched Xia Jin's changing expression, his face growing increasingly smug.

Hmph! It's too late to be afraid now!!

He straightened his robes and bowed deeply respectfully to the three-zhang-tall corpse.

"Hei Hong, of the Corpse Clan's Wraith lineage, respectfully requests the Ancestor to appear! This junior offers the life essence of five elders as a sacrifice, earnestly requesting the Ancestor to take action and slay this human!"

The moment Hei Hong finished speaking, the corpse's already sunken eyelids suddenly opened.

There were no pupils in the eye sockets, only empty gray-white spaces.

The corpse raised its right arm, and its withered fist, which contained terrifying power, slowly clenched.

then,

He threw a punch.

The moment the punch was unleashed, the entire void collapsed towards the direction of the fist's tip, and countless black cracks spread along the path of the punch!

The tranquil void was suddenly engulfed by a terrifying void storm.

Before the fist even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already shattered the remaining deck of the warship beneath their feet.

"Very well! Perhaps you are worthy of my full power!"