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

The old man in white glanced at the Sixth Prince and walked step by step toward Leng Yuexi.

Before the person even arrived, the pebbles beneath their feet had already been cut into smaller pieces by the invisible sword energy.

Leng Yuexi coldly watched the white-robed elder approach step by step, but suddenly a smile appeared on her face. Her hands, which she had deliberately hidden behind her back, were now covered with a faint blue light. Just as the elder was about to approach, she suddenly slammed her palms into the ground.

"Old man, do you really think I'm a pushover? You think you can take me down?!"

A dark blue aura surged from Leng Yuexi's palm. In an instant, a layer of ice spread rapidly forward from beneath her feet, encasing the white-robed elder in ice and freezing him into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye!

It's now!

Leng Yuexi had no other thoughts, but today she had to kill that sixth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty!

She transformed into a purple afterimage, charging towards the Sixth Prince, who was less than a hundred meters away! The undisguised killing intent made the Sixth Prince's hair stand on end in an instant.

"Leng Yuexi!! You, you stop right there!"

The Sixth Prince's mind went blank, and he instinctively retreated. However, with his initial cultivation at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, he was as slow as a snail compared to Leng Yuexi's speed. In just a breath, Leng Yuexi was already in front of him, raising her right palm and striking directly at his head!

"Useless trash! You want to cripple me? Then you'd better go to hell first!" Leng Yuexi's voice was icy cold, and the blue light on her right palm grew stronger and stronger.

The sixth prince felt cold all over, and frost even began to form on his eyebrows.

"Uncle Yun... save me!!" In the face of death, all he could do was shout at the white-robed old man who had turned into an ice sculpture.

"I told you, with me here, what can you do?"

An aged voice suddenly rang out!

"Crack~ Boom!!!"

The thick layer of ice that had been covering the white-robed old man suddenly shattered. Amidst the flying ice shards, a white figure seemed to flash by in an instant, appearing behind the Sixth Prince the next moment. He grabbed the Sixth Prince's shoulder and violently pulled him back several feet!

Leng Yuexi's deadly palm strike barely grazed the Sixth Prince's nose.

"Old ghost! You've ruined my plans again!" Leng Yuexi's heart sank as her attack missed its mark.

But before she could turn around, she sensed a deathly aura coming from behind her!

"I originally just wanted to cripple you, but you refused to listen to reason and ended up drinking the penalty cup! Humph!" A flash of murderous intent crossed the white-robed old man's eyes.

With a slight tremor of his wrist, the sword blade transformed into a silver line, silently piercing directly towards Leng Yuexi's back!

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless, leaving no stone unturned; it was truly a deadly strike!

"So close... I was so close!"

Leng Yuexi had just forced herself to move when she discovered that the sword was only an inch away from her chest! At that distance, she couldn't dodge.

Even in this seemingly hopeless situation, there was no fear in her eyes, only resentment—resentment that she was just a hair's breadth away from killing the sixth prince who had slaughtered the Xuan Yin Sect!

She closed her eyes, waiting for the cold blade to pierce her chest.

One second, two seconds...

The expected sharp pain did not come. Instead, she felt a tightening around her waist as an arm firmly pulled her into a warm and comforting embrace. A familiar and reassuring scent instantly enveloped her.

"Hmm? This is...."

Leng Yuexi slowly opened her eyes in astonishment, only to suddenly see a familiar face.

Xia Jin!

That's right, the person who arrived was Xia Jin, who had rushed here with all her might!

He held Leng Yuexi in one arm, while his other hand firmly gripped the tip of the sword the white-robed elder was thrusting at him. The incomparably sharp blade was as if imprisoned by an iron clamp in his hand, unable to move an inch!

"My husband!!!"

Leng Yuexi called out in a daze, her voice filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Xia Jin looked down at Leng Yuexi, his brows furrowing slightly: "Who told you to come to the Xuan Yin Sect alone? If I hadn't arrived in time, do you know what would have happened to you?"

Leng Yuexi felt a pang of guilt under his gaze, and the ruthlessness she had displayed while fighting for her life vanished instantly. A blush, caused by embarrassment, rose on her pale cheeks.

Seeing Leng Yuexi lower her head and remain silent, Xia Jin could only glare at her fiercely and sigh helplessly: "Wait here, I'll settle the score with you later."

After saying that, he pulled Leng Yuexi directly behind him to protect her.

Across from him, the white-robed old man, who had always been expressionless, suddenly changed his expression drastically, and it became extremely ugly.

A flicker of horror flashed deep in his eyes.

Only he himself knew that since he stepped into the seventh level of the Divine Travel Realm, no one in the Divine Travel Realm had ever been able to so easily catch his sword, let alone catch it with their bare hands!

What's even more terrifying is that when he tried to pull back his sword, he found that it was as if it had been forged in the other person's hand and wouldn't budge!

This person's strength... has probably already reached the peak of the Divine Travel Realm.

A chilling coldness rose from his body.

"Uncle Yun! What are you standing there for? Kill him! Kill him for me!!"

The Sixth Prince had barely recovered from his shock when he saw Xia Jin embracing Leng Yuexi in such an intimate manner that it ignited a fire of jealousy within him. He pointed at Xia Jin and shouted angrily.

"Shut up!"

The old man in white suddenly turned his head and shouted coldly at the sixth prince.

"Uncle Yun... Uncle Yun!!" The Sixth Prince was stunned by the shout and stood there dumbfounded. Since he could remember, Uncle Yun had never spoken loudly to him, let alone shouted like this.

The old man in white ignored the Sixth Prince and instead looked at Xia Jin with an extremely solemn gaze, speaking in a deep voice:

"Who exactly are you, sir?"

Xia Jin did not answer the old man in white's question. He exerted a little force with his five fingers, and spider web-like cracks instantly appeared on the blade of the long sword.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the longsword shattered inch by inch in his palm, turning into countless metal fragments.

The old man in white groaned and staggered back three steps. The tiger's mouth of his right hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, split open and bled profusely.

"Have you thought about how you want to die?" Xia Jin looked coldly at the old man in white.

"I may not care about the others. But you..." His gaze swept over the pale-faced sixth prince, finally settling on the white-robed old man.

"How dare you hurt her!"

"They must die!"

The white-robed old man's heart pounded wildly. For the first time, he felt the threat of death. This man in the black dragon robe definitely had the ability to kill him instantly!

"Your Highness! Run!!!" He roared at the Sixth Prince with almost all his might.

At the same time, he unleashed his full inner energy without reservation, wanting to stop Xia Jin by himself!

The Sixth Prince had already been so frightened by Xia Jin's imposing aura that his mind went blank. Upon hearing this roar, he didn't hesitate for a second. He turned around and fled frantically towards the entrance of the Xuan Yin Sect.

"Leave?" Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Do you think you can escape from me?"