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

Inside one of the largest military tents.

The noise was deafening, and the aroma of alcohol and barbecue wafted out from afar even before the door was opened.

Seated at the head of the table was a burly man with a bushy beard, holding a large wine jar in his hand. He was tilting his head back and drinking deeply, the wine flowing down his bushy beard, giving him a somewhat unrestrained and bold air.

It was Wang Jiu, the commander of the five thousand red-clad iron cavalry, a fierce general at the second level of Grandmaster.

On either side below sat seven or eight sharp-looking generals, all captains of various squads within the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry.

"Hahaha! Commander Wang, yesterday on the battlefield, you cleaved that Dayuan general's banner in two with a single stroke, it was truly exhilarating!" A captain with a face full of scars raised his wine bowl and shouted excitedly.

Wang Jiu slammed the wine jar down on his table, wiped the wine stains from his beard, and said with a grin, "Hmph! Mere border troops from Dayuan, nothing to praise! However, that woman who suddenly appeared that day was quite capable, losing dozens of my Red-Clad Iron Cavalry. What a pity, it's a waste for her to be among a bunch of useless trash!"

Mentioning the woman, a tall, thin captain with shifty eyes rolled his eyes and gave a fawning smile: "Commander, speaking of that woman... tsk tsk, although she's wearing a bamboo hat so you can't see her face, her figure and her aura are quite dashing! I think she's... a perfect match for you, Commander!"

The tent fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even louder laughter.

"Old Liu is right!"

"And judging from that woman's skills, she seems to be a grandmaster as well! It would be truly satisfying to conquer a woman like that!"

Seeing a slight smile playing on Wang Jiu's lips, the tall, thin captain became even more emboldened: "Commander! Tomorrow, let's seize the opportunity and break through Tianwan City! Then, the brothers will dig three feet into the ground and find that little wench for you! We'll tie her up and bring her to you as your... ah, I mean, as your wife! Hahaha!"

Hearing his men's commotion, a strange glint flashed in Wang Jiu's eyes. He picked up his wine bowl and laughed heartily, "Then this commander thanks you all in advance! Come, let's drink! We'll discuss everything else after we take the city tomorrow!"

"To the Commander!" Everyone raised their wine bowls at the same time and drank them down in one gulp!

However, amidst this lively atmosphere, a faint sound suddenly rang out.

The thick curtain of the commander's tent suddenly split in two and fell to the ground.

A figure dressed in a black dragon robe walked in with his hands behind his back.

Instantly, the tent fell silent.

The two red-clad cavalry captains closest to the entrance reacted swiftly, grabbing their longswords and pointing them at the figure outside the tent, shouting sharply, "Who?!"

The effects of the alcohol on everyone were instantly dispelled by the shock.

Wang Jiu also put down his wine jar and looked towards the door with murderous intent.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into our Red-Clad Iron Cavalry's camp? It seems you really have no fear of death!" Wang Jiu's face instantly darkened.

At the same time, a vague unease crept into his heart. Their camp was surrounded by countless sentries, both visible and hidden; how could this person have reached the central command tent so silently? What had happened to those red-clad cavalrymen outside the tent?

Xia Jin ignored the other party and casually glanced at everyone in the tent, finally settling on Wang Jiu.

Seeing that Xia Jin didn't answer, the tall, thin captain was both shocked and furious. Emboldened by alcohol, he slammed his hand on the table, stood up, pointed at Xia Jin, and shouted, "How dare you! Commander Wang is asking you a question! Are you deaf? Guards! Get him..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened, and he looked incredulously at the thin line that had appeared on his body.

Xia Jin merely glanced at him indifferently.

There were no other actions.

His body felt as if it had been sliced ​​across from his head to his groin by an invisible blade in an instant. Then it neatly split to the left and right, falling to either side.

"Old...Old Liu!!" Someone gasped, their voice trembling involuntarily.

"He didn't even lift a finger, and Old Liu died! This is definitely a... a monster!" A captain of the red-clad cavalry shouted in terror, "Guards!!"

However, outside the tent, all was still deathly silent.

The camp where the five thousand red-clad iron cavalry were stationed remained unusually quiet.

The effects of the alcohol on Wang Jiu completely dissipated at that moment, and cold sweat streamed down his neck.

He stood up abruptly, staring intently at Xia Jin, his face filled with apprehension.

He was, after all, a Grandmaster Level 2 expert. After calming down, he clearly noticed that the auras of the red-clad iron cavalry outside the tent had almost completely disappeared! It was as if they were all dead.

Who exactly is this guy?

What terrifying methods were used to silence all five thousand elite cavalrymen?

Wang Jiu's palms were already covered in cold sweat in just a moment.

Xia Jin casually beckoned to Wang Jiu with her finger.

"You, come here."

Wang Jiu's muscles tensed, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Another captain of the red-clad iron cavalry, still reeling from the brutal death of his comrade, lost his temper. Gritting his teeth, he swung his sword directly at Xia Jin, yelling, "You bastard! How dare you be so disrespectful to the commander! I'll chop you down!"

"Hmm?" Xia Jin glanced at the other person indifferently.

The captain who rushed forward, along with the long sword in his hand, followed in the footsteps of the tall, thin captain when he was still three feet away from Xia Jin. His body was split in two out of thin air.

"A ghost! A ghost! This thing isn't human, it's a demon!"

This time, the remaining people in the tent could no longer suppress their fear. Some collapsed to the ground with their legs giving way, while others retched uncontrollably. They looked at Xia Jin as if she were a demon god.

Without even a glance, the two red-clad iron cavalry captains, whose strength was comparable to theirs, were instantly cut in two!

What kind of method is this?

Wang Jiu's heart pounded wildly. Pointing outside, he exclaimed, "What...what did you do to them?!"

"Them?" Xia Jin's voice remained calm. "Of course they've gone down below to rest in peace!"

Wang Jiu's face was deathly pale as he stared intently at Xia Jin. "Your Excellency... Your Excellency, we, the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry, have no grudge against you... Why... Why did you resort to such a cruel act?"

"What's the point of asking so many questions about a dead person?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand and waved it in the direction of Wang Jiu and the remaining generals in the tent.

Inside the tent, a cut appeared silently on the bodies of Wang Jiu and the others at the same time, and then they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Inside the vast command tent, apart from Xia Jin, only one other person remained standing.

That was the red-clad captain of the Iron Cavalry, who had initially been sitting in the back and collapsed to the ground in terror, narrowly escaping death. Of course, Xia Jin had deliberately spared his life.

"I'll spare your life," Xia Jin glanced at the other person, "Go back and tell your Moonflower Dynasty's emperor."

"His reach is too far."

"I, from the northern Hebei region, cannot stand it."

"North...Northern Hebei?!" The young captain looked up abruptly, as if struck by lightning. "You...you're from Northern Hebei?! This...how is this possible...How could Northern Hebei..."

Xia Jin stopped looking at him and turned to walk out of the tent.

"Get out of here. If you're too slow... then stay here forever and keep them company."