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

Xia Jin's pupils lit up with golden light.

A thick golden light curtain instantly appeared three feet in front of him.

"boom!!"

The moment the fist collided with the light barrier, several surrounding stars were thrown off their original positions by the enormous impact.

Xia Jin was also sent flying dozens of miles away.

But at this moment, there was no fear in his eyes at all; instead, his face was full of excitement.

He shook his slightly numb palms and laughed loudly: "This strength is not bad!! It's worlds apart from the great power I've ever seen."

"As expected, you've earned my full strength!!"

Seeing that Xia Jin's breath was still present after his punch, the three-zhang-tall corpse raised its fist a second time and smashed it towards Xia Jin.

"The exact same move, you think you can use it against me?!"

Xia Jin sneered, and her figure disappeared from the spot.

That punch created a void storm right where Xia Jin had been standing.

"This thing's physical body is indeed tough enough." Xia Jin slowly emerged from not far away, her gaze sweeping over the enormous corpse. "A Saint Realm existence before its fall, even in death, its physical body is ridiculously robust."

"I wonder if my current mortal sword intent can break through this defense!"

He pointed his right hand into a sword shape and pointed it in mid-air.

The sword intent of mortal dust pierced straight at the corpse's brow.

But the result was as he expected. The mortal sword energy that was powerful enough to kill an ordinary expert only left a shallow white mark on the skin between the eyebrows of the corpse.

Xia Jin frowned slightly, raised her hand and unleashed three more sword strikes, aiming at the corpse's neck, ribs, and knee joints respectively.

Although the three sword energies hit their mark accurately, the result was exactly the same as before.

The skin wasn't even broken; only a few sparks flew up.

"Tsk." Xia Jin withdrew her hand, a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "This body, so tough?"

Hei Hong looked somewhat shocked. He hadn't expected that this young human would be so composed in front of the ancestral corpse he had summoned.

Although those sword energies from the opponent just now failed to harm the progenitor, Hei Hong was certain that if he had been hit by one of those sword energies, he would have died without a doubt.

But he quickly suppressed his shock and put on an arrogant sneer again: "Hmph! Human brat, now you know how powerful we are, right? The physical body of our Corpse Clan's ancestor has endured tens of thousands of years without decay, and his true form once stepped into the true Saint Realm! Even though he has perished now, this physical body is by no means something that an attack from a mere Great Power Realm expert like you can destroy!"

"Your sword energy may be powerful, but against this physical body, it's nothing more than tickling the progenitor!"

While dodging the punches coming from the corpse, Xia Jin glanced indifferently at Hei Hong.

He didn't speak.

But the coldness in his eyes made Hei Hong feel inexplicably guilty.

Xia Jin withdrew her gaze, took a light breath, and extended her right hand forward with fingers spread wide.

"Buzz!!"

Four stone swords appeared out of thin air and hovered around him.

The replicas of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, though replicas, already carry a trace of the divine charm of those legendary innate treasures.

Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly.

"I'd really like to try and see if I can actually split this corpse in two."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vanished from his spot once again.

The next moment, his figure appeared directly above the head of the three-zhang-tall corpse, one of the stone swords covered with the sword intent of the mortal world, and slashed fiercely at the top of the corpse's head!

"clang!!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the resulting sonic waves even shattered a nearby star, which was tens of miles away, into several pieces.

On the top of that incredibly hard corpse, there was a crack about an inch deep!

Although there was no bleeding, the crack was clearly visible.

The corpse's empty, grayish-white eyes shifted slightly, as if for the first time exhibiting a primal "reaction" to its opponent.

Without pausing, Xia Jin swung down another stone sword, slashing fiercely at the side of the corpse's neck.

"clang!!"

Another loud bang, and a sword wound half an inch deep appeared on the corpse's neck.

Not far away, Hei Hong's cold smile froze instantly.

"Impossible! What... what kind of sword is that in your hand?! How could it possibly injure the Ancestor's physical body?"

Xia Jin ignored him.

With the third, fourth, and fifth sword strikes, his figure flickered in the void, four stone swords following his movements, each strike precisely striking the weakest points of the corpse's defenses.

Joint gaps, neck, waist and ribs, behind the knees, and the crown of the head.

Every strike leaves no room for retreat.

When the seventh sword fell, a deep, bone-revealing gash appeared on the corpse's right shoulder joint, exposing the dark red, withered flesh to the air and emanating an ancient and decaying aura.

The eighth sword strike—half of the left rib of the corpse was broken.

The ninth sword strike—the corpse finally stopped just punching and pounding, and raised its left arm to block. Even so, the replica of the Immortal Sword still left a long sword mark on its forearm.

After ten sword strikes, the once intact three-zhang-long corpse was now covered with crisscrossing wounds.

Although each individual sword mark was not very deep, the dense accumulation of sword marks finally gave the corpse, which was originally like an unshakeable iron tower, a sense of "damage".

Xia Jin let out a soft breath, but her face showed no sign of smugness.

Even he had expended considerable energy from his continuous all-out attacks. However, the corpse did not appear to have any fatal wounds.

He looked up at the corpse covered in sword wounds, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hmph! I refuse to believe that ten sword strikes won't cut you down. Then I'll strike you down a hundred times. If a hundred sword strikes aren't enough, then I'll strike you down a thousand times."

"Judging by your physique, how many swords can you withstand?"

He slowly raised one of the stone swords, its tip pointing at the corpse.