196: Chapter 195 Seventeen People in a Row, Heaven Six

When Mr. Gu returned to the main hall, his expression was somewhat uncertain.

He paced back and forth in the main hall, constantly calculating in his mind.

"I didn't expect... even that lord actually agreed to it." Mr. Gu stopped his pace, muttering to himself, "I don't know what kind of dog shit luck this brat has stumbled upon!"

He sat straight back down in his seat, and after a moment, the last trace of hesitation in his small eyes gradually dissipated.

"Hmph! Why care so much! With that lord's nod, it doesn't matter what anyone else says."

"Besides, I also want to see just how far this brat can go!"

Mr. Gu picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a challenge order.

Following a whistle, a small green bird landed in front of Mr. Gu, picked up the challenge order, and vanished from the main hall in the blink of an eye.

In less than a month, the entire Second Heaven became completely lively.

On island after island, those once high-and-mighty Heaven-Class Disciples fell one after another at the hands of the same person.

The seventeenth one.

When Xia Jin withdrew his hand and looked at the opponent kneeling on the ground before him, who had completely lost their will to fight, the number on the token at his waist had already changed from "Heaven 22" to "Heaven 6".

From twenty-two to six, spanning seventeen rankings and seventeen battles, not a single one lasted more than ten moves.

Xia Jin's reputation had completely exploded throughout the Second Heaven.

"This Xia Jin actually won again! It seems that when I was defeated by him, it wasn't because my strength was insufficient, but because this guy is just too strong!" Zhou Tong, ranked twenty-first, let out a long sigh of relief after hearing the news reported by his follower.

"That's right, my lord. Even Ye Sandao, ranked sixth, was defeated by him! I'm afraid Xia Jin's strength might even be enough to rank in the top three. Losing to him is nothing to be ashamed of, my lord!" Zhou Tong's follower quickly nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhou Tong's face, but his eyes quickly turned cold.

"Top three!? Impossible. Although I admit that Xia Jin is strong, wanting to compare him with those three freaks, Jian Wuxin and the others, he is still more than a notch behind!" After Zhou Tong sneered, there was clearly a trace of awe in his eyes when he mentioned those three people.

Jian Wuxin, Zhan Wuji, Fan Wujiu!

These three were the unshakable top three among the Heaven-Class Disciples.

If Xia Jin wants to challenge those three, hmph! He's still far from it.

It wasn't just Zhou Tong, who was ranked twenty-first; the other Heaven-Class Disciples defeated by Xia Jin had almost all shifted from initial frustration to now taking it for granted.

Perhaps this is what happens when the gap is too large; there is no longer any desire to compare.

But regardless, the name Xia Jin had already spread throughout the entire Second Heaven.

Just less than an hour after Xia Jin had defeated the sixth-ranked Ye Sandao.

On an island in the Second Heaven filled with blooming flowers, a main hall stood at the highest peak; a gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it waves of faint floral fragrance.

Xing Ruoliu, ranked fifth among the Heaven-Class Disciples, leaned obliquely on a soft couch, her graceful figure outlined by a simple white dress, but those who knew her well understood.

Although this woman was beautiful, she was like a rose with thorns. If one was not careful, she would make others bleed inadvertently.

She stroked the white fox in her arms, her long, narrow eyes slightly narrowed, her gaze falling on the surging sea of clouds outside the window.

"I didn't expect that this Xia Jin is truly extraordinary." After a long silence, Xing Ruoliu spoke slowly, "At this rate, I suppose he will soon come to challenge this lady, right?"

A man in gray stood before her, a follower of Xing Ruoliu. Seeing this, he quickly bowed, his face showing a hint of disapproval.

"My lord, those Heaven-Class Disciples defeated by Xia Jin are merely people of mediocre talent; how could they be mentioned in the same breath as you, my lord?" The gray-clad man's tone was respectful, but his eyes faintly revealed a hint of arrogance, "With your strength, my lord, if that Xia Jin really overestimates himself and comes to challenge you, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of your illusion."

Xing Ruoliu's movement of stroking the white fox paused slightly.

She moved her gaze away from the white fox in her arms and swept a faint glance at the gray-clad man.

"There is no need to flatter this lady like this."

The gray-clad man felt a chill all over his body, even feeling a cold breath rising on his back; he quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak again.

Xing Ruoliu withdrew her gaze and looked back out the window, "To be able to consecutively defeat seventeen Heaven-Class Disciples, this Xia Jin must have his extraordinary points. The principle that an arrogant army will be defeated is something this lady understands better than anyone."

She stood up, and the white fox jumped down from her arms and curled up at her feet.

Xing Ruoliu seemed to have thought of something; she walked straight out of the palace, looking down at the floating clouds below that resembled ocean waves. The cold mountain wind blew across her face, making her a bit more clear-headed.

"Moreover... someone who can get Mr. Gu to agree to consecutive challenges hasn't appeared in this Second Heaven for hundreds of years."

She reached out her hand, caught a petal picked up by the mountain wind, and tapped it lightly.

In the empty space in front of her, hundreds and thousands of peach blossom trees suddenly appeared in an instant. Subsequently, all those peach blossoms fell and rolled, paving a downward staircase of flowers in front of Xing Ruoliu.

"This Xia Jin, this lady is actually looking forward to it."

...

After defeating seventeen people in a row, unlike others, there was not a trace of complacency on Xia Jin's face; instead, as usual, he lay on the grand master's chair, closing his eyes and considering his next opponent.

That's right, even though the previous seventeen opponents didn't pose any threat to him, for the next opponent, he did not have any contempt in his heart.

And at this moment, Yin Shixuan, standing beside Xia Jin, had shifted his attitude toward his lord from initial respect directly to awe.

Over this past month, he had personally watched those once high-and-mighty Heaven-Class Disciples fall one after another before his lord.

That kind of shock could no longer be described in words.

At the very least, since he came to this Second Heaven and became a follower, this was the first time he had seen such a thing.

Revered like a god; this was Yin Shixuan's current perception of Xia Jin.

But at this moment, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"My lord..." Yin Shixuan spoke cautiously, "Tomorrow's opponent is Xing Ruoliu, the one ranked fifth."

Xia Jin closed his eyes, only faintly responding with an "Mn".

He had already read the information on that Xing Ruoliu. Perhaps others would fear her illusion techniques, but he, Xia Jin, feared nothing more than illusion techniques.

Not to mention having that incomplete donghuang bell guarding his Divine Soul, even the Soul Weapon Forging Technique that he had previously Cultivated to Great Perfection allowed his Divine Soul defense to far exceed those of the same rank.

Therefore, for him, illusion techniques were like bubbles; they would burst with a single poke.

Yin Shixuan looked at the confident Xia Jin, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

That feeling was like looking up at an insurmountable high mountain.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing, only bowing in a salute.

"Then this subordinate will wish my lord success in the first battle in advance!"