Listening to the Soul-Severing Fan boasting about himself, Jing Zhe made no attempt to be modest; instead, he began to brag about himself.

Is this speed considered fast? It's just so-so.

"..."

The Soul-Severing Fan choked for a moment, then said, "You accomplished in eighteen years what others couldn't accomplish in a lifetime, or even a lifetime. Isn't that fast?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Jing Zhe interrupted him: "Who took eighteen years?"

"Aren't you eighteen years old?"

The Soul-Severing Fan looked puzzled.

At this moment, Jing Zhe sneered twice, "At this time last year—no, to be precise, this summer, I didn't know any martial arts at all!"

Jing Zhe wasn't bragging, because when he transmigrated, it was summer, and by the time he entered Jingzhou, it was almost autumn. And by the time he actually gained internal strength by eating the jujube pills, it was already autumn. There's nothing wrong with what he said.

"How...is this possible?"

Upon hearing this, Duanhun Shan was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't know martial arts this summer, but by winter he had reached the Grandmaster level. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Duanhun Shan would never have believed it, but now he had no choice but to believe it.

What's even more incredible is that Jing Zhe not only reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but also mastered the art of lightness skill.

He wasn't bragging, but it sounded even better than bragging...

"What's impossible?"

Jing Zhe smiled and said, "It just proves that my master is very good at making medicine. Someone who doesn't even know martial arts was raised to the level of a grandmaster by his medicine!"

"..."

Jing Zhe said this on purpose, and sure enough, a greedy glint flashed in Duan Hun Shan's eyes at that moment!

Jing Zhe sneered inwardly. Even on the verge of death, he was still thinking about medicine. If he doesn't die, who will?

The next moment, the Soul-Severing Fan said, "Junior Jing Zhe!"

Faced with overwhelming power, his address to Jing Zhe became more polite: "I have a suggestion, but I'm not sure if I should say it..."

"No need to say anything more."

"..."

Duanhun Shan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let me explain! After all, this suggestion is very important to you!"

"..."

Seeing that Jing Zhe remained silent, Duanhun Shan quickly added, "Although you have a master, he is an alchemist, and strictly speaking, he cannot be considered your martial arts master..."

"So what?"

"I can take you as my apprentice! That way you'll have a master in the martial arts world. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just call my name!"

"hehe…"

Jing Zhe was amused. "You? You think you're worthy?"

"..."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Would I take someone inferior to me as my master?"

After saying that, Jing Zhe kicked the man in the straw hat and said coldly, "You're only fit to be his master. Now, I'm sending you on your way to join your disciple!"

"Wait!"

Seeing that Jing Zhe was not taking things seriously and was already planning to make a move, Duan Hun Shan, while startled, immediately said, "Jing Zhe, you are still young, please don't be so reckless! How many Grandmasters are there in the whole world? Do you know what killing a Grandmaster means?"

"I know!"

"..."

While the Soul-Severing Fan was stunned, Jing Zhe said, "Because I have already killed two Grandmasters, and you will soon be the third!"

Anyone who heard this would think Jing Zhe was showing off, and Jing Zhe was also helpless: I don't want to show off either, but my strength doesn't allow it!

"You've killed...two Grandmasters?"

"hold head high."

Jing Zhe said in a deep voice, "You know the Twin Monsters of Tongtian, right? Those two old monsters spoke rudely to me, so I killed them. It was only about a month ago!"

"This... is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Duanhun Shan shook his head. You have to know that the Tongtian Duo were both Grandmasters. Let alone a month ago, even now that Jing Zhe has just become a Grandmaster, it would be difficult for him to kill the two of them by himself!

Jing Zhe was too lazy to explain to him: "Whether it's possible or not, you can ask them yourself when you get to the underground!"

After saying that, Jing Zhe didn't want to say another word. He drew his sword and flew towards the Soul-Severing Fan!

The Soul-Severing Fan tried to defend, but having been injured, he was no match for Jing Zhe and was forced to retreat repeatedly.

At this point, he knew he couldn't win in a fight, so he had no choice but to run away. After barely blocking Jing Zhe's sword, he pushed with all his might and flew away.

Jing Zhe sneered and immediately chased after him.

The Soul-Severing Fan's lightness skill was far inferior to Jing Zhe's; he didn't even fly out of the courtyard before Jing Zhe stopped him.

The next moment, the Emperor's Sword pierced through the air and arrived. The Soul-Severing Fan could only gather its inner strength again, externalizing it into a wall to block it.

As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, an unbelievable scene unfolded that surprised even the Soul-Severing Fan!

Suddenly, the "Quenching Pill" and tinder that had caused him so much trouble yesterday floated out of Jing Zhe's arms, and then the lit Quenching Pill drifted leisurely towards him...

Holy crap!

What kind of operation is this?

At this moment, Duanhun Shan wanted to shout and curse Jing Zhe for his lack of martial ethics. They had both used their internal energy to fight each other, so how did he manage to free up his internal energy to manipulate the Quenching Pill from a distance?

However, he didn't have time to curse, because he knew the power of the Tempering Pill. At such close range, and with no energy to defend himself, the Tempering Pill could blow him to death!

So he could only use one hand to punch the Tempering Pill away—

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the Soul-Severing Fan laughed, then wept; its gaping mouth could never close again…

During the stalemate between the two, Jing Zhe's "multitasking" played a decisive role. He used grenades to disrupt the Soul-Severing Fan's defense and throw it into disarray.

As expected, the Soul-Severing Fan was afraid of the power of the grenade and could only free one hand. Taking advantage of this gap, Jing Zhe directly pierced his heart with his sword, and with the explosion of the grenade, he was killed at the same time.

In his final moments, the Soul-Severing Fan saw not Jing Zhe, nor the Emperor's Sword, but the rising sun, its faint afterglow casting its glow. He remembered running under the sunrise years ago, a memory of his lost youth…

There was resentment, regret, and relief.

"Bang!"

Next, the Soul-Severing Fan fell heavily from mid-air, crashing onto the thawing snow, looking quite disheveled.

Jing Zhe flew down, fearing that he wasn't dead enough, and aimed a few more swords at his heart to finish him off.

A grandmaster has thus perished.

Looking at the stiff, lifeless Soul-Severing Fan, Jing Zhe was no longer the trembling young man who had killed someone. His face was calm and composed. Just like before, he used the robe from the Soul-Severing Fan to repeatedly wipe the bloodstains from the blade of the Emperor's Sword.

You shouldn't have, you absolutely shouldn't have, tried to take advantage of my woman.

The moment you decide to kill her, you're already dead.

Jing Zhe shook his head and began to fly back.

Killing three grandmasters in just over a month must have set a record, right?

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