Golden Ranking Ninth Exposed, Self Image, Still in the Mirror!

Li Xin didn't mind.

He casually found a spacious Mechanical Recliner and sat down.

The three women immediately crowded around him.

Xiao Qiao knelt by his leg, her small hands diligently massaging his leg.

Her Beautiful Legs were casually crossed, her Skirt sliding down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Da Qiao stood behind him, her soft, boneless small hands gently pressing his temples.

The faint Sea Breeze Aura mixed with an Orchid-like Body Fragrance drilled straight into Li Xin's nostrils.

Gongsun Li was not to be outdone.

She put away her paper umbrella, obediently peeled a Spirit Fruit, and offered it to Li Xin's mouth.

"Lord, try this. Ali specially saved it for you."

Li Xin opened his mouth and took the fruit, casually biting Gongsun Li's fingertip.

Gongsun Li gasped, her pretty face instantly turning red.

Her long Rabbit Ears shot straight up, trembling, looking exceptionally cute.

Li Xin laughed heartily, in a great mood.

Just then.

In the sky outside, the light changed again.

The originally soft golden and Moon White light instantly dissipated.

In its place was an extremely sharp, cold silver radiance.

The light was like shattered glass, carrying a sharpness that seemed to cleave space.

Li Xin restrained his smile and looked up at the Heavenly Curtain.

The new ranking was about to be announced.

[Martial Soul Ranking Ninth Place]

Several large silver characters appeared in the air, as if Carved by Knife and Axe.

Every stroke was like a drawn Sharp Blade.

Following this.

Countless mirrors appeared in the picture.

These mirrors were not complete, but presented a sense of broken beauty.

They flew and combined in the air, refracting countless dazzling lights and shadows.

[Ranked Person: Jing]

[Martial Soul: Mirror of the Void]

[Martial Soul Quality: God-tier]

[Martial Soul Traits: Space Refraction, Image Clone, Absolute Cut]

The scene shifted.

A woman with neat short hair appeared in everyone's sight.

She wore a tight-fitting combat suit that outlined her strong and perfect figure.

Her eyes were as cold as a knife, as if nothing in this world could shake her will.

Behind her, a huge broken mirror slowly rotated.

Countless figures of her were reflected from it.

Each figure exuded a deadly killing intent.

Seeing that familiar figure, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Xin's eyes.

"Jing?"

"She came too?"

Li Xin was indeed a little surprised.

Since he came out of seclusion this time, he hadn't seen this assassin from Xuan Yong.

He originally thought she was still carrying out a mission in Chang'an City, but he didn't expect her to be on the Douluo Continent as well.

"Lord doesn't know?"

Gongsun Li, while tidying Li Xin's collar, explained softly:

"Sister Jing actually arrived long ago."

"It's just that she has always been a loner and doesn't like to join the fun, so she has been acting in secret."

"But don't worry."

Gongsun Li's ruby-like eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

"The Wonderful Sound Workshop's intelligence network has long been established."

"News of your emergence from seclusion has already been delivered to all our partners immediately."

"I believe it won't be long before Sister Jing actively seeks you out."

Gale whipped Yellow Sand, raging across the desolate lands of the Far West Land.

This was the most remote dead zone on Douluo Continent, known as the "Graveyard of the Fallen."

Ruined walls flickered in and out of sight amidst the wind and sand, occasionally revealing half-buried giant stone pillars carved with ancient, weathered, and blurred text.

The air was filled with a mixed scent of decay and dryness.

Upon this lifeless ruin, a figure stood quietly.

Jing raised her head, her gaze piercing through the vast expanse of wind and sand, landing on the massive Light Screen in the sky.

Even seeing her name ranked ninth, her exquisite and heroic face remained devoid of any superfluous expression.

No surprise, no shock, as if she were looking at an unimportant piece of intelligence.

The wind stirred her neat Silver Short Hair, revealing a pair of eyes more desolate than cold stars.

Behind her, in the Void, several large Mirror Shards floated slowly, gently pulsing with her breathing rhythm.

For Jing, the ranking was not important.

What was important was that she had finally found that person's hiding place.

The target she had been hunting for three full years.

Three years ago, that fellow who called himself the "Emissary of God" appeared on the border of Xuan Yong.

Under the guise of spreading divine grace, he was, in reality, a complete devil.

Wherever he went, villages were slaughtered, men were killed, and women were subjected to humiliation before dying.

Even Jing, who had seen her fair share of life and death, couldn't help but grip her Mirror Blade tightly the first time she witnessed such a horrific scene.

She took action.

In that battle, she had already cornered that beast.

Mirror Shards severed his limbs, and she was about to take his head.

But at that very moment.

A vast Golden Divine Power, enough to change the color of heaven and earth, descended from the sky.

That power was not meant to attack Jing, but to protect that trash.

Jing watched with her own eyes as that Golden Light, carrying that crippled villain, directly tore through space and fled.

That was the power of a god.

A true Deity had intervened in mortal grievances.

From that day on, Jing began her long pursuit.

Even if the other party had divine protection, she would never give up.

This was not only for the dead wronged souls, but also to uphold the Way in her heart.

Absolute order did not allow such filth to exist.

After three years of painstaking investigation, she finally locked onto her target within these ancient ruins.

Jing withdrew her gaze from the Heavenly Curtain and refocused on the entrance to the bottomless ruins beneath her feet.

Killing, for her now, was too simple.

The rewards displayed by the Heavenly Curtain just now, whether divine artifacts or soul bones, could not stir her in the slightest.

She only wanted to know one thing now.

Behind that blood-stained trash, which high and mighty god was standing?

Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City.

In a secret chamber within a Side Hall of the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Tang San sat in the main seat, his expression so grim it could drip water.

Ever since watching Yang Guifei's livestream just now, the evil fire within him had been surging uncontrollably, and he had only managed to suppress it with the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Just then, the door to the secret chamber was pushed open haphazardly.

"Xiao San! Xiao San!"

A mournful cry instantly shattered the Deathly Stillness within the room.

Tang San looked up sharply.

He saw a Middle-aged Man, Ragged Clothes, covered in blood, tumble in.

That was Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, the Master was nowhere near his usual composed demeanor of pointing out the world.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, his face was covered in dirt and dried blood, and his signature robe had been torn into strips of rags.

He looked like a beggar who had just crawled out of a pile of refugees.

"Teacher?"

Tang San was startled, quickly got up, and hurried forward, grabbing the swaying Yu Xiaogang.