115: Chapter 115 You... how did you get here?

White Luan and the other two spun around abruptly, only to see a figure dressed in a black dragon robe sitting on a bluestone not far away, watching them with a smile.

This person was none other than Xia Jin.

"How is this possible? You... aren't you in the Eastern Region? How could you appear here?!" Hei Tu's eyes suddenly widened upon seeing Xia Jin.

Elder Mo Ya, standing beside him, sucked in a breath of cold air. His body retreated two steps uncontrollably, his face filled with dread as if he had seen a ghost.

A month ago, he had nearly been cleaved to death by Xia Jin's Divine Soul.

Among the three, only White Luan, though equally wary of Xia Jin, stepped forward half a pace, subtly shielding Hei Tu and Elder Mo Ya behind her.

With a flick of her wrist, a string of Pink Bells appeared before her chest as she watched Xia Jin as if facing a formidable enemy.

"The three of you, I hope you've been well," Xia Jin said with a half-smile. "It seems your harvest this time is quite substantial."

"Come on! Hand over that jade pendant you just acquired."

"Hand it over, and this Prince will grant you a dignified death. Otherwise..."

Xia Jin did not finish his sentence; he simply raised his right hand casually and made a light slapping motion toward the right.

The movement was understated, as if he hadn't exerted any force at all.

BOOM!!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted!

Not far away, a massive chunk of that mountain peak which pierced the clouds had vanished into thin air at its waist!

A giant circular hole, over a hundred meters in diameter, now pierced through the mountain's body!

"See that? Otherwise, you'll end up like that mountain—dead without a whole corpse," Xia Jin said indifferently.

"This guy... his strength seems to have grown significantly since we last met!" Hei Tu's gaze fell on Xia Jin. Feeling the energy that had erupted for a brief moment, bean-sized droplets of cold sweat instantly rolled down his forehead.

Elder Mo Ya was already somewhat afraid of Xia Jin, and seeing this warning, his throat felt even drier.

"Bi... Big Sister..." Hei Tu glanced at White Luan in front of him and gritted his teeth, a flash of determination in his eyes.

His obese frame stepped forward again, blocking White Luan behind him. "You guys go first! I'll hold this guy back!"

"Hei Tu, don't! You alone are no match for him!" White Luan became anxious and shouted hastily.

But Hei Tu was desperate! With a roar, his already burly body contracted violently, his skin turning a pitch-black metallic hue as his muscles bulged like coiling dragons!

He kicked off hard with both legs, launching himself like a cannonball. His right fist gathered all his strength, aiming directly for Xia Jin's face!

Facing this life-risking blow that would make ordinary experts turn pale, a hint of mockery appeared on Xia Jin's face.

"Big oaf, surely you don't think this Prince's strength is the same as it was a month ago?"

He casually clenched his right hand.

Then, he threw a punch.

It was a very ordinary punch, appearing even slower than Hei Tu's violent strike.

But it was this unremarkable punch that, though launched later, arrived first.

Before Hei Tu's fist could even get within three feet of Xia Jin, Xia Jin's fist had already imprinted itself onto his abdomen.

Thump!

A muffled sound echoed.

Hei Tu's forward momentum stopped abruptly, pinning him in mid-air. He painfully spat out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging.

In the next moment—

Pfft!

The clothes on his back, corresponding to his abdomen, suddenly exploded. A crystal-clear fist print protruded, nearly bursting out from his body!

"Argh!"

Hei Tu let out a scream, curling up as he fell heavily from the air to the ground, completely losing his ability to fight.

One punch!

With just one punch, Hei Tu—the one with the strongest Physical Body and the most ferocious power among the three—was defeated, left without any strength to retaliate.

White Luan's expression changed drastically.

"Go!" she shouted sharply, turning to Elder Mo Ya. "I'll trap this man; you take Hei Tu and go!"

She bit the tip of her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Pink Bells before her!

Ring, ring, ring!

The string of bells flew from her hand, expanding rapidly in the air and instantly transforming into a translucent giant bell!

"Suppress!"

She intended to repeat her previous tactic, capturing Xia Jin inside the bell, even if it could only trap him for a fleeting moment!

However, facing the giant bell that had previously trapped his Divine Soul, the corners of Xia Jin's mouth curled up as he let out a sneer.

"Do you really think this Prince is the same as before?"

His eyes suddenly became blood-red! A more terrifying aura awakened from within his body!

Demonic Heart Crossing!

Feeling his current power, at the moment the giant bell was about to envelop him, Xia Jin actually raised his arms and directly grabbed the lower rim of the translucent bell wall!

"Watch how this Prince crushes you back!"

He let out a low roar, and the downward momentum of the giant bell was forcibly halted by him!

Next, a scene that left White Luan and the others completely stunned unfolded.

As Xia Jin exerted strength in his arms, the giant bell in his grasp began to emit a screeching, grinding sound, as if enduring unimaginable pressure.

The giant bell... was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...

"No... Impossible!" White Luan cried out in shock, the color draining from her face!

This was simply not something humanly possible! This was a Demonic Technique! An evil method!

"White Luan, what are you still standing there for?! Waiting to die? Go!" Elder Mo Ya was, after all, older and more experienced. Although he was incredibly wary of Xia Jin, he managed to calm down at this moment.

He instantly transformed into a blurred black shadow, scooping up the curled-up Hei Tu with one hand and grabbing the arm of the dazed, mentally-shaken White Luan with the other. Burning his Life Essence, he fled desperately toward the outside of the valley at any cost!

His speed was so great that he almost left afterimages in his wake.

Xia Jin glanced indifferently at the direction the three were fleeing but did not pursue them immediately. All his energy seemed focused on 'compressing' the giant bell.

Due to the enhancement of the Demonic Heart Crossing, the black-red aura radiating from him grew denser, and the speed at which the giant bell shrank became faster and faster.

Ten feet, five feet, three feet...

Finally, with a crisp 'ding,' that giant bell was forcibly compressed back into its original form—a string of bells—by Xia Jin!

"Not bad, not bad. It'll be quite good to keep for Yue Xi to use as a self-defense tool when I get back."

Xia Jin looked at the Pink Bells in his hand and casually tucked them into his robes.

"You lot!" He looked up toward the direction where Elder Mo Ya and the others had disappeared, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up again.

"Do you really think you can escape?"

He took a step forward, and his figure appeared a hundred zhang high in the sky. With another step, he instantly vanished from the spot.