"Kid, I advise you not to struggle in vain. You’re no match for me! Surrender now, and I might spare your life!" The Second Master of the Jingnan Royal Mansion revealed a ferocious expression.

"Heh. Despite your age, such impetuousness only reveals your inner cowardice. Even if you were to spare me, I have no intention of sparing you. You’ve committed countless evil deeds. Today is your end!" Yang Qi said with a faint smile.

"It seems you truly have a death wish. Then die!" The Second Master of the Jingnan Royal Mansion was truly enraged. His blue robe fluttered without a breeze, and a terrifying aura, like milky-white Pearl Liquid, flowed around his body, drastically lowering the surrounding temperature.

The next moment, he stomped violently on the ground and shot forward like a hunting eagle, his fearsome eagle claws lunging at Yang Qi. In mid-air, the claws multiplied into countless afterimages. Shadowless Claw! The old man’s attack was swift and domineering. Though he hadn’t cultivated Mirror Flower Water Moon, his assault was still fearsome and carried a hint of an Illusion Technique; the countless claw shadows made it impossible to discern the real from the fake.

"Break!" Yang Qi stood there indifferently, his golden longsword suddenly slashing out. He used no special form, just a simple attack, but its speed was incredible. The sword light seemed to multiply into thousands, like a volley of ten thousand arrows, creating a magnificent spectacle. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The air rang with the sound of colliding metal, whipping up terrifying gusts of wind that seemed powerful enough to tear an elephant apart.

The sword light shredded all the claw shadows and even forced the old man to retreat. The old man’s expression changed. "You’re good, kid. How could you block my attack? This is impossible! An attack like mine isn’t something a mere Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster should be able to withstand."

It was clear that the Realm Yang Qi had revealed was only that of a Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster, which was why the old man was so shocked.

But he couldn’t possibly know that Yang Qi was a Cultivator. For a Cultivator, defeating a First Rank Overlord while only unleashing the power of a Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster was a relatively simple matter.

"Hmph! Take this! Flying Eagle Hunting!" The old man’s aura changed dramatically. He stomped his right foot back, launching himself toward Yang Qi once more. Swooping down like a great eagle, his hands transformed into deadly talons. In that instant, Yang Qi felt as if he were being targeted by a fierce bird of prey.

But he only smiled faintly as his surroundings suddenly transformed into a world of mirrors. Mirror Flower Water Moon!

"Impossible!" The old man was stunned. Yang Qi had actually used Mirror Flower Water Moon, a Cultivation Technique belonging to their Jingnan Royal Mansion! It was a secret art passed down only to the Family Head and the designated heir. Even he wasn’t qualified to learn it, precisely to prevent the technique from being leaked. Of course, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have mastered it. It was said that the Cultivation Technique was so incredibly difficult that it was a remarkable feat if even one person managed to master it in a hundred years.

But what is this? How does Yang Qi know Mirror Flower Water Moon?

An eagle that has suddenly lost its prey, seeing nothing but an endless sea of mirrors, can only feel despair. He had no idea where Yang Qi’s attack would come from.

"Mirror Flower Water Moon: Ice Snowfield!" As Yang Qi’s voice echoed, the world changed again. Massive icebergs seemed to materialize out of thin air, and the temperature on the stage continued to plummet. Vicious Ice Cones shot toward the old man from all directions.

"Damn it! Break!" The old man abandoned his attack on Yang Qi. His only mission now was to save his own life. His eagle claws struck out continuously, shattering the incoming Ice Cones.

The old man’s combat power was indeed impressive. If the young prince had been the one trapped in this technique, he would have been defeated long ago. When cast with Spiritual Power, Mirror Flower Water Moon was far more potent and realistic than when used by a Martial Artist. It truly reached a level where distinguishing the real from the fake was nearly impossible.

"Second Master, take this sword!" Suddenly, a voice shouted from below the stage, and a fine sword flew toward the old man. It turned out the old man specialized in Swordsmanship, not Claw Skills. He had simply been underestimating his opponent.

Yang Qi didn’t intervene. He was curious to see just how powerful the old man’s Swordsmanship truly was.

"Dragon Roll!" With the sword in hand, the old man began to spin on the spot, transforming into a veritable tornado that shattered all the surrounding Ice Cones, breaking through Yang Qi’s attack.

"Eagle Kill!" Suddenly, the old man locked onto a specific direction and shot forward like an afterimage, thrusting his sword.

Yang Qi’s true body was right there. I don’t know how the old man found me, but it’s probably what they call combat experience. After all, the man is over sixty years old and has fought in countless battles; he could likely find my position on intuition alone.

The sword thrust was incredibly fast, making it impossible for Yang Qi to dodge.

But did he need to?

Yang Qi took a deep breath and dispelled the Mirror Flower Water Moon. This technique is fine for toying with weaker Martial Artists, but it isn’t very useful against a true powerhouse.

Facing the old man’s attack, Yang Qi prepared to meet it head-on. Lightning danced across his golden sword, which suddenly began to vibrate at high speed, like a chainsaw. Even the arcs of lightning themselves seemed to tremble. "Golden Thunder Slash!" Yang Qi roared and swung his sword.

The next moment, silence fell over the arena. The old man crashed to the ground, blood splattering across the stage. A long crack was even carved into the platform by the force of the slash.

"Second Master!" the young prince cried out in shock. He couldn’t understand. Yang Qi was clearly just a Tenth Rank Great Grandmaster, so how could he be so terrifying? How could the Second Master of the Jingnan Royal Mansion be no match for him? That was a First Rank Perfection Overlord!

"My gods, that kid actually won! That’s seventy consecutive wins for the guy from the Star Shining Society!"

"His opponent was the Second Master of the Jingnan Royal Mansion, a First Rank Perfection Overlord, and he still couldn’t win?"

"This is unbelievable!"

The crowd instantly erupted like a pot of boiling water. Watching Yang Qi defeat the Second Master of the Jingnan Royal Mansion, many now believed that a hundred-win streak was within reach. Since the strongest warriors on the path to the ninety-ninth victory were only Tenth Rank Great Grandmasters, and Yang Qi had now defeated a First Rank Perfection Overlord, how could anyone else stop him?

Yang Qi walked toward the old man, his golden sword glinting coldly. The old man wanted to surrender but found he couldn’t make a sound. His lungs must have been punctured.

"Stop! You can’t kill him!" the young prince pleaded urgently.

"And why can’t I? He hasn’t surrendered. Besides, it’s not like I’m killing an innocent man. When he was slaughtering those innocent families, did he ever stop to think this day would come?" Yang Qi sneered, then thrust his sword through the old man’s throat, ending his wicked life.

"You bastard!" the young prince roared. "Just you wait for the Jingnan Royal Mansion’s revenge! Let’s go!"

The young prince departed with the old man’s corpse. Yang Qi smiled. His objective had been achieved—enraging the Jingnan Royal Mansion while simultaneously demonstrating the terrifying power of the Star Shining Society, forcing them to join forces.