200: Chapter 199 The Fourth of the Top-Ranked Disciples, "Humanoid Beast" Yin Qianji

The man was bare-chested, his bronze skin covered in crisscrossing scars; standing there, he resembled a humanoid Vicious Beast.

He was none other than Yin Qianji, the fourth-ranked Heaven-Class Disciple.

Yin Qianji reached out and grabbed into the room; a red robe flew out, landing in his hand. However, looking at the flower and bird embroidery on it, one could tell that this robe was not for a man, but for a woman.

He draped it over his shoulders without a care, then glanced at Meng Xian, who was standing to the side, baring his teeth in a somewhat sinister smile.

"Meng Xian? Why aren't you staying properly by Xing Ruoliu's side? What are you doing running over to my place?"

Meng Xian suddenly felt a chill wash over him, as if he were being stared at by an evil spirit. He didn't even bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, hurriedly stepping forward and bowing. "My Lord, I have come specifically to inform you of an important matter!"

Yin Qianji, draped in the embroidered red robe, sat down casually on a stone chair, crossed his legs, and said nonchalantly, "Enough, there are no outsiders here. Speak directly."

Meng Xian swallowed hard, then proceeded to recount what happened after Xing Ruoliu returned from her battle with Xia Jin, adding his own embellishments.

"My Lord, I believe… our Lady Xing has likely taken a liking to this Xia Jin!"

"Bang!" The stone table beside Yin Qianji instantly shattered, sending rock fragments flying.

He stood up, and an Aura like that of an ancient Vicious Beast erupted, forcefully pressing Meng Xian down until he uncontrollably knelt on the ground.

"To think there is someone who dares to covet the woman I have my eyes on!"

A cold glint flashed in Yin Qianji's eyes.

Although Meng Xian was forced to his knees by this Aura, he felt secretly triumphant inside. Yes, this was exactly the effect he wanted. He was looking forward to seeing what kind of expression would be on Xing Ruoliu's Face after Yin Qianji killed that newcomer.

"My Lord, please calm your anger! After that Xia Jin defeated my Lady, his next target will surely be you, my Lord!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp bird call suddenly came from above.

A small green bird, only the size of a palm, circled in the air before dropping a golden piece of paper that landed in Yin Qianji's palm.

Yin Qianji stared at the challenge order, stunned for a moment, before his mouth curled into a cruel smile.

"Hehe… Hahahaha!" Yin Qianji threw his head back and laughed. The laughter sounded truly sinister to Meng Xian, making him feel a chill down his spine.

"Good! Very good!"

"I was just thinking about going to find this death-seeking wretch, I didn't expect him to deliver himself to my doorstep!"

He clenched his five fingers tightly, and the golden challenge order instantly turned into a pile of powder, falling from between his fingers.

Yin Qianji clapped his hands and turned to look at Meng Xian, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Meng Xian, after you go back—once you return, monitor every move of Xing Ruoliu for me. Especially if she has any contact with that Xia Jin, report it to me immediately!"

"After tomorrow, there will be one less person in this world named Xia Jin!!"

"Yes! Rest assured, my Lord. As soon as there is the slightest movement, I will report it to you immediately!"

Yin Qianji waved his hand: "Go."

Meng Xian dared not delay, bowing once more before hurriedly retreating from the palace.

Once his figure disappeared beyond the main gate, Miss Mu, who had been leaning against a pillar watching the show, swayed her waist as she walked over.

She leaned gently against Yin Qianji's muscular shoulder, her fair, delicate hand tracing across his chest, her tone filled with a hint of coquettishness: "My Lord, have you really taken a liking to that beautiful Palace Master?"

Yin Qianji reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms. He lowered his head and took a deep breath of her scent, laughing loudly: "What, are you jealous? As long as they are beautiful, I like them! I like her, and I… like you too!!"

"Rest assured, I never show favoritism!!"

Amidst the banter, a glint of greed flashed in Yin Qianji's eyes. "I can sense that there is a very special Aura on Xing Ruoliu, perhaps stemming from her Bloodline. I have a premonition…"

"If I can get my hands on her, I believe it will be of great benefit to my Cultivation. When that time comes, I will have the chance to defeat that third-ranked Fan Wujiu and break into the top three Heaven-Class Disciples!"

He patted Miss Mu on the back and said with a smile: "You've been with me for so long, you should know some secrets. Those ranked in the top three among the Heaven-Class Disciples have access to special resources favored by the Divine Palace!"

Miss Mu nodded and said coquettishly: "My Lord, then you must prepare well. Don't get stepped on by that newcomer in tomorrow's battle. If that happens, not only will you not get the beauty, but you will also lose all your Face."

Upon hearing this, Yin Qianji was not annoyed; instead, he laughed heartily.

"You little vixen, are you looking down on me?"

He bent down abruptly, scooped Miss Mu up into his arms, and strode toward the room behind him.

"Today, if you serve me well, that will be the best help you can give me!"

Miss Mu let out a coquettish cry, wrapping her arms around his neck, and their laughter gradually faded behind the door curtain.

At noon the next day at the Battle Arena.

Xia Jin, dressed in a black Dragon robe, walked out of the Void Gate and stood in the very center of the Battle Arena with his hands behind his back.

There was no tension, nor any emotional fluctuation.

Yesterday, he had naturally already reviewed all the information regarding this Yin Qianji.

This person's Physical Body was formidable, he excelled in close-quarters combat, never showed mercy in his strikes, and was known as the "Humanoid Vicious Beast."

However… Xia Jin's eyes were filled with confidence.

With his current strength, unless the opponent had some hidden trump card, they would still be easily crushed when facing him.