147: Chapter 147 Four People Slain in Succession, the Terrified Old Man Tong

The demonized A-Yan and the masked leader from the Chiyan Continent clashed fists once again.

This time, the result was indeed completely different from before.

The previously confident masked leader from the Chiyan Continent let out a muffled groan as the firelight covering his arm was forcibly shaken and dispersed by several degrees.

Although the demonized A-Yan was also shaken back a few steps and several demon patterns on his right arm cracked, he seemed to feel no pain, charging forward again to strike with his fists repeatedly.

"Keep going! A-Yan, those bastards won't last much longer!" Elder Tong's face was filled with excitement as he raised his fists and waved them continuously.

"How did this guy's strength increase so much all of a sudden!? Hmph! I don't believe it; this state definitely won't last long. Once the demon patterns on his body have all shattered, he'll be finished!" The masked leader from the Chiyan Continent glanced at the changes in A-Yan and immediately deduced the key to winning.

However, after trading dozens of punches, he realized things weren't that simple. The big guy opposite him hit too hard. Even if he himself was fine, his three companions behind him couldn't withstand the constant shockwaves passing through; their faces began to turn pale.

"A-Yan, keep it up! They're about to break!" Elder Tong laughed excitedly.

After a full dozens of breaths of clashing, A-Yan's massive body finally swayed, no longer able to swing his fists.

His knees buckled as he knelt on one leg, gasping for breath heavily, the demon patterns across his body almost entirely ruined.

The masked leader from the Chiyan Continent across from him wasn't doing much better. Though he managed to remain standing, his three companions behind him were clearly unable to fight further, slumping directly to the ground.

"Old Monster Tong... you mad dog... it seems you really don't care about the lives of your companions!" He glared fixedly at Elder Tong, his eyes burning with uncontrollable rage.

"The winner takes all; wasn't that what you said?" Elder Tong replied with a cold sneer.

"It seems it is also time for this Prince to make a move!"

Xia Jin looked at the two parties who had fought to a near-stalemate of mutual destruction, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The Void Realm above his head twisted slightly as his Divine Soul slowly emerged, instantly transforming into a spear with a sharp, exposed edge.

Soul-Shocking Spike!

But different from before—the surface of that spear was actually entwined with a ring of white flames.

It was the Solar True Fire he had received as a Legacy after stepping into the Tongshen Realm.

"Hmm?"

The masked leader from the Chiyan Continent had particularly keen senses. The moment Xia Jin's Divine Soul transformed into a spear, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

"What's going on?" He whipped his head around to look behind him, but there was no movement except for a pile of jagged rocks.

But as he turned back, he suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

Something was wrong!

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Swish.

An almost invisible afterimage flashed past.

The Soul-Shocking Spike entwined with white flames effortlessly pierced through the center of the Chiyan masked leader's forehead and exited through the back of his head.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

They were connected in a single line, executed in one smooth motion.

Forget the four masked men from the Chiyan Continent; even Elder Tong nearby couldn't see clearly the Soul-Shocking Spike that Xia Jin had unleashed.

At most, he could only vaguely see a flash of white light.

Following that, the four masked men from the Chiyan Continent collapsed one by one.

"Big Fatty, Second Fatty, did you see what just flew past?" Elder Tong watched his old rival fall before him without warning, his expression bordering on the absurd. He hurriedly looked toward the two short, stout figures beside him.

"Elder Tong... we didn't... we didn't see anything!!" The brothers, Big Fatty and Second Fatty, looked at each other in bewilderment.

But just as they finished speaking, a man wearing a black dragon robe actually stepped out from behind a rock behind the four Chiyan Continent men.

Xia Jin paid no mind to Elder Tong and the others, whose expressions had changed, and walked directly to the side of the four corpses.

His gaze fell upon the token at the waist of the Chiyan masked leader.

When he saw the bright number "120" on the token, a smile couldn't help but appear on Xia Jin's face.

The points on this single token alone were already more than what he had.

He reached out and made a grasping motion through the air, and the token flew into his palm.

Then the second, the third, and the fourth.

All four tokens landed in Xia Jin's palm.

Xia Jin didn't look twice and closed his fingers.

Crack. All four tokens shattered.

Hundreds of light spots flowed directly from the shattered tokens into the token at Xia Jin's waist.

Three hundred and sixty points.

Adding his previous points, he now had nearly five hundred.

After obtaining the points from those four, Xia Jin turned his gaze toward Elder Tong and his group.

Dead silence.

Elder Tong looked at Xia Jin's half-smiling expression, opened his mouth, and after a long while, squeezed out a few words: "Your... Your Excellency..."

He paused, subconsciously switching to more cautious wording.

"This Fellow Daoist, your methods are truly formidable. This one is impressed."

Elder Tong's small face was pale, yet he forced out an unnatural smile.

Xia Jin didn't respond, merely watching him quietly.

Elder Tong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly added:

"Just now, thanks to Fellow Daoist's intervention. I... this humble one is Tong Yuan of the Qinglan Continent. May I ask how Your Excellency is addressed?"

He sized up Xia Jin while secretly calculating in his heart: this person intervened at such a critical moment to deal with his old rival—was he friend or foe?

Yet he had no impression of this person.

...He surely couldn't be a nobody.

Elder Tong carefully searched through his memories.

This person's features... seemed somewhat familiar.

But even after scouring his memory, he couldn't match this young face to any famous expert.

Those trash from the Dongxuan Continent couldn't possibly raise such a figure. Wait, among the three participants from the Dongxuan Continent in this Divine Temple Examination, one seemed to bear a slight resemblance to the person before him.

No... it shouldn't be.

He was unwilling to believe that the Dongxuan Continent, which always ranked at the bottom, would produce such a powerful expert.

Thus, Elder Tong spoke tentatively, his tone carrying a hint of flattery, "Your Excellency has an extraordinary bearing. I find you... look somewhat familiar? May I ask which continent you hail from?"

Xia Jin looked at him and did not answer immediately.

His gaze was calm, devoid of joy or sorrow.

Elder Tong's smile froze on his face. Xia Jin's silence brought an invisible pressure upon him, causing cold sweat to gradually seep out from his back.

A-Yan knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, not daring to make a move.

Big Fatty and Second Fatty held their breath even more, like two clay statues.

After a long time.

Xia Jin suddenly smiled.

"Familiar?"

"Then that's right! Just now, you all took quite good 'care' of this Prince's two teammates!"