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

Xia Jin's gaze passed over the white-robed elder and landed on the retreating figure of the Sixth Prince, who was fleeing in a disheveled state. He suddenly grinned and asked, "Old man, have you ever seen thunder in broad daylight?"

"What?"

The old man in white was taken aback. Xia Jin's abrupt question caught him off guard for a moment in this tense situation.

Thunder? Although the sky looks a bit overcast now, there are no thick clouds gathering, so where does the thunder come from?

"Looks like you don't believe me? No problem, you'll see clearly later!"

Xia Jin casually raised her right hand and pointed to the sky above.

"BOOM!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying thunderclap exploded in the sky!

Immediately afterwards, a silver lightning bolt, as thick as a washbasin, struck directly down at the sixth prince who was frantically fleeing below.

"How is this possible? There really was thunder? No... no... Your Highness!!" The white-robed old man felt the sky suddenly brighten, and then he finally realized what was happening and turned around abruptly to look behind him.

But when he finally saw it, all that remained in the distance was a huge, charred, smoking pit, with wisps of electricity crackling along its edges, making a soft "sizzling" sound.

As for the sixth prince?

Not to mention bones, not even a single piece of clothing was left behind; they were completely wiped out of this world.

Xia Jin withdrew her hand, looked at the white-robed old man who was facing away from her but whose whole body was trembling, and even smiled rather "apologically".

"Look, look. It's all my fault for not controlling my strength properly... I think I went a bit too far and accidentally smashed your sixth... yes, the sixth prince, to pieces. If you want to collect the body, you'll probably have to use a shovel to fill the pit with soil."

"But it doesn't matter!" Xia Jin said, deliberately glancing around before kicking a large sword at her feet in front of the other person. "Hey! I took a look, and this shovel might be hard to find. Here, this sword is yours for free. Maybe it'll make digging faster!"

"Bastard!! You...you...you actually...you actually dared to kill His Highness!!!"

The old man in white was filled with pent-up anger, which turned his eyes bloodshot in an instant. No matter how arrogant and domineering the sixth prince was, he was someone he had watched grow up since childhood.

Having no children of his own, he had long regarded the Sixth Prince as his own son! Xia Jin's actions were tantamount to severing his roots!

The true energy of the seventh level of the Divine Realm erupted wildly and recklessly, and sword intents overflowed from his body, leaving deep sword marks on the surrounding ruins.

"Boy, I'll make you pay with your life! Give me your life!!"

All that remained in his heart was the mad obsession to perish together with Xia Jin.

Sword energies swirled rapidly around him, and suddenly a dazzling white light appeared. He transformed into a white rainbow, turning his body into a sword, and fiercely stabbed towards Xia Jin!

"Transforming himself into a sword? This old fellow does have some skill in the way of the sword." Xia Jin looked at the white rainbow approaching him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but then he shook his head, "What a pity, encountering me, all your methods will be crushed!"

"Bang!"

The old man in white thrust two fingers at Xia Jin's neck, but Xia Jin remained unmoved, her hands behind her back, and not even a dent appeared in the skin of her neck.

Instead, a terrifying backlash surged directly towards the white-robed elder!

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound rang out. The old man in white's right arm shattered and twisted in an instant! The intense pain turned his old face deathly pale.

"An ant trying to shake a tree." Xia Jin said casually, raising her left hand and lightly slapping it forward, directly at the other person's chest.

"puff--!"

The white-robed elder's chest caved in instantly, his eyes bulged, and he vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Immediately afterward, his body was sent flying hundreds of meters by the force of the blow, lifeless and dead.

Xia Jin withdrew his hand, turned around and looked at Leng Yuexi, who had been staring at him intently from a distance, a smile appearing on his face.

"My husband!"

Leng Yuexi flashed her purple shadow and suddenly rushed over, throwing herself into Xia Jin's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, and burying her face deeply in his chest.

"This time...this time, I owe you so much, my husband." Her voice carried a hint of coquetry. "If you hadn't arrived in time, I...I'm afraid I would never have seen you again."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face without her realizing it.

"However, the Xuan Yin Sect... is gone... so many of the elders and disciples... are all gone..."

Xia Jin remained silent, letting Leng Yuexi cry and vent her emotions, only gently patting her back.

After a while, Leng Yuexi's sobs gradually subsided. She stepped back slightly and wiped the tears from her face haphazardly with the back of her hand. Her eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she looked up at Xia Jin with tearful eyes: "That's right, my husband, Rou'er's father... doesn't seem to be here."

Xia Jin glanced at the sky and pondered, "It hasn't been three days since you left Fenglin Palace. I'm afraid the people sent by the Sixth Prince haven't arrived yet. Let's wait here..."

"Hmm." Leng Yuexi nodded, then leaned on Xia Jin's shoulder, silently looking at the Xuan Yin Sect, which was now a changed place, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.

......

The next day, not long after dawn, the sound of rolling wheels slowly approached from afar.

A carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Xuan Yin Sect's mountain gate.

At the same time, Xia Jin slowly opened her eyes, which had been closed for rest, and looked toward the direction of the mountain gate.

Leng Yuexi tensed up instantly and whispered, "They're here."

"Your Highness! I have brought the person!"

Guan Heng's voice, tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction, came from the direction of the mountain gate.

Immediately afterwards, he carried the unconscious Jiang Qianjue and strode in.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate, he saw the corpses of Xuan Yin Sect disciples everywhere. Guan Heng was stunned at first, then curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Hmph! You Xuan Yin Sect people, it's your good fortune to have caught the eye of the Sixth Prince!"

"Your Highness? Mr. Yun?" Guan Heng glanced around and called out several times.

However, no one answered.

"What's going on?" He frowned, a vague sense of unease creeping into his heart.

Guan Heng tossed Jiang Qianjue off his shoulder like trash with a thud, then strode forward, preparing to walk toward the main hall ahead.

Just as he took his second step.

Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine from the base of his head!

Someone's behind him!

Guan Heng's muscles suddenly tensed, he gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, drew his broadsword sharply, and turned to look behind him!

Then he saw two figures staring at him indifferently.

It was Xia Jin and Leng Yuexi!

In that instant, Guan Heng felt a chill run down his spine. Leng Yuexi, the target of the Sixth Prince's unwavering pursuit, was now standing right in front of him! Did that mean the Sixth Prince and his allies were...

"You...you all..."

Guan Heng pointed at Xia Jin and Leng Yuexi, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Leng Yuexi?! Sixth Prince... Tell me, where are the Sixth Prince and the others?"