Chapter 493 Unyielding to the End! Three Spots in the Dragon Soaring Pavilion!

On the arena.

Little Skylark's wings had condensed the cyan-purple light of the Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain to its limit.

Countless wind blades and lightning bolts intertwined and compressed at the core of the Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain, emitting a hair-raising buzz.

The light was too blinding; it reflected onto the pool of golden blood on the arena, turning it an eerie cyan-purple.

The Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc lay in the pool of blood, its body still twitching violently.

Its left wing had a gash over a zhang long, with golden bones visible beneath the torn flesh. Its right wing was rigid from the backlash of the Law, unable to even flap.

It tried to stand, its legs slipping wildly on the stone floor, but as soon as it propped its body up, the sharp pain from its left wing forced it back down.

Little Skylark continued to charge.

If that blow landed,

The Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc would undoubtedly be crippled.

Thousands of people in the Colosseum held their breath at this moment.

Everyone realized that the Sacred Student wasn't just bluffing.

He really intended to land this finishing blow.

"He's crazy... Is he crazy?! That's Sect Master Feng Tianyang's Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc! A direct descendant of the Feng Family! The core beast of a top-tier Family in the provincial capital! Is he really going to cripple it in front of the whole academy?!"

On the stands,

A student in the top thirty of the Heaven Ranking gripped the railing so hard his knuckles turned white, his voice cracking from shock.

"When he instantly defeated Lin Xinmu, I thought that was the limit! When he forced Lin Feng to kneel and concede, I thought that was the boldest he could get! But now?! Even after defeating Sect Master Feng Tianyang, he isn't stopping! He's going to finish it off in front of all the Deans! This isn't just bold; this is lawless!"

"The Sacred Student is determined to trample the Jingfeng Sect into the dirt!"

Another student said, Face pale.

His voice was trembling.

"Think about it! Lin Xinmu's beast was heavily injured, Lin Feng knelt to concede, Feng Ziyue was scared paralyzed, and now even Sect Leader Sect Master Feng Tianyang is about to have his beast crippled! The entire Jingfeng Sect, from top to bottom, from the Sect Leader to the core members, not one has escaped! He said he wouldn't let a single one go, and he really meant it! This is too overbearing! Too aggressive!"

"Overbearing is one thing, but that's the Feng Family!"

A senior student nearby lowered his voice.

His tone was filled with apprehension.

"You know the influence of the Feng Family in the provincial capital. Offending the Lin Family might leave some room for maneuver, but the Feng Family?! That's a top-tier Family! They have more than one Eclipsing Moon Rank Expert! No matter how strong the Sacred Student is, can he withstand the Feng Family's retaliation? He is acting without regard for the consequences!"

"What do you know?"

A member of the Longxiang Pavilion nearby retorted, his voice filled with unquestioning admiration.

"Our Pavilion Master has always been like this! If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If people offend me! Regardless of whether you're a top-tier Family or a second-rate Family, I will strike back! Why didn't you call him overbearing when Lin Xinmu provoked the Longxiang Pavilion? Why didn't you call him overbearing when Feng Ziyue blocked the door? Now that the Pavilion Master is hitting back, you're calling him overbearing!"

The senior student opened his mouth to retort.

He wanted to argue but couldn't say a word.

On the other side of the stands,

Qian Rongrong gripped her sleeves tightly, her beautiful eyes wide, the reflection of the increasingly blinding cyan-purple light in her pupils.

Her lips parted slightly.

Her voice was so soft that only Qian Luoyun beside her could hear.

"He... is he really going to cripple the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc? That's the Feng Family's direct-line beast! Our Qian Family and the Feng Family are both top-tier families; even if Father stepped in, he would have to give the Feng Family some Face. A freshman without a Family background, how does he dare..."

Qian Luoyun stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the slender, upright figure on the arena.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He remained silent for several breaths before speaking slowly.

"Little sister, a freshman without a Family background, why does he dare?"

He paused.

His tone held a hint of complexity.

"Either he doesn't know the weight of the Feng Family and is a hot-headed youth. Or, he knows the weight of the Feng Family and simply doesn't care. The former is recklessness; the latter is fearlessness. Think carefully. From the moment he returned alive from the Bone Burial Area to crushing Sect Master Feng Tianyang head-on, has anything he done seemed reckless? Every step has a deep meaning, every move has a backup plan. A person capable of calculating to this extent cannot possibly be unaware of what he is doing."

"Then, brother, you mean..."

"I don't know what he's thinking."

Qian Luoyun admitted frankly.

A cryptic smile played on his lips.

"But one thing I am certain of: this Sacred Student either has a massive trump card or a massive backer. Whichever it is, it proves he isn't afraid of the Feng Family. Not afraid of a behemoth with all the resources of a top-tier Family. In the entire Sky Dome Academy, no... in the entire younger generation of the provincial capital, he is the first to dare to do this."

Hearing this, the shock in Qian Rongrong's almond eyes deepened.

She looked back at the figure on the arena, a ridiculous thought suddenly surfacing in her heart.

This person not only crushed the sixth place on the Heaven Ranking with his strength, but his guts also crushed everyone else.

Meanwhile,

On the stands where Su Gumu was,

Su Gumu was holding his head in his hands.

He had completely lost his composure.

He watched the cyan-purple light crazily charging on the arena, and looked at the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc lying in the pool of blood unable to even stand, the sound squeezed from his throat like a scream.

"He's going to land the finishing blow!! Winning isn't enough! He wants to completely cripple the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc! That's the Feng Family's beast! Sect Master Feng Tianyang is one of the core descendants of this generation of the Feng Family! If he really cripples the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc, the Feng Family will definitely go insane!"

He turned his head abruptly to look at Su Qingying.

His expression was like he was looking at a suicidal madman.

"Sister Qingying, persuade him! No... you can't persuade him, no one can persuade him on the arena now! It's over, it's over. If this blow really lands, the Feng Family definitely won't let it go. By then, not only will Jiang Yun be finished, but our Su Family might also suffer! After all, he is nominally the Su Family's matrilocal son-in-law. If the Feng Family vents their anger on us..."

Su Qingying clasped her hands gently in front of her, a Rare look of extreme solemnity appearing on her cold, elegant Face.

She knew the weight of this matter better than Su Gumu.

What kind of existence was the Feng Family?

A top-tier Family in the provincial capital, with a Legacy spanning thousands of years, having more than one Eclipsing Moon Rank Expert, and possibly even a Radiant Sun-Level Old Ancestor sitting in the background.

Sect Master Feng Tianyang was a core descendant cultivated by the Feng Family, and the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc was an ancient Divine Roc Bloodline bred with countless resources from the Feng Family.

If Jiang Yun really crippled the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc in front of the whole school, it wouldn't be a simple grievance between young people; it would be a direct slap to the Feng Family's Face.

"He is simply too crazy."

Su Qingying spoke softly, her voice tinged with a worry she hadn't even noticed herself.

"Defeating Sect Master Feng Tianyang is a suppression of strength. But crippling the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc is directly forging a blood feud with the Feng Family. Is he truly not afraid, or did he never plan to think about the consequences?"

She watched the figure on the arena, still calmly standing with his hands behind his back, a hint of complex emotion flashing through her clear, mirror-like eyes.

This guy had always been doing things that others dared not do.

Entering the Bone Burial Area, instantly defeating Lin Xinmu, forcing Lin Feng to kneel, crushing Sect Master Feng Tianyang.

Every step was taken where others thought he wouldn't dare.

But this time, she was truly worried.

Longxiang Pavilion camp.

Unlike the shock, fear, and worry on other stands, the Longxiang Pavilion side was completely boiling over.

Zhao Tiezhu gripped the railing.

His Face was flushed to a liver color with excitement.

He watched the Wind-Thunder light crazily charging on the arena, and watched their Pavilion Master order the Divine Roc to give the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc the final blow without hesitation; he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Jiang Yun!!! You have guts!!! This is how it should be done!!! Didn't Sect Master Feng Tianyang just want to use Heaven-Severing to cripple Jiang Yun's beast?! Now that the Pavilion Master has won, why can't he cripple it back?! An eye for an eye!!! Awesome!!!"

His voice was so loud that even the opposite stand could hear it clearly, his voice already cracking into two tones, but he didn't care at all.

"Dominating!! Too damn dominating!!"

Lei Qing stood on his own arena.

He waved his fist forcefully.

His rugged Face was full of fanaticism.

"The Pavilion Master is telling everyone that people from the Longxiang Pavilion cannot be touched! If you touch them, you have to pay the price! Lin Xinmu is the price! Lin Feng is the price! Sect Master Feng Tianyang is also the price! Regardless of whether you are the sixth on the Heaven Ranking or a Feng Family descendant, if you provoke the Longxiang Pavilion, the outcome is the same!"

"This is the Pavilion Master I admire."

Xiao Chen stood on a nearby arena, his voice still steady, but a fire ignited in his eyes for the first time.

"Never actively looking for trouble, but never backing down. Sect Master Feng Tianyang wanted to use Heaven-Severing to cripple the Pavilion Master's guard, so the Pavilion Master used the Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain to cripple the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc; it is only just."

Liu Qingshuang stood on her own arena, quietly watching that figure, the cyan-purple lightning reflected in her cold eyes.

She didn't speak, but the slight upward curve of her lips said it all.

Jingfeng Sect camp.

Feng Yu's expression had completely changed.

If he had barely maintained a facade of composure when Sect Master Feng Tianyang was being crushed earlier, then at this moment, when he saw with his own eyes that Jiang Yun was going to land the finishing blow, cracks finally appeared on his Face, which had always been quite steady.

His pupils contracted violently, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"He dares! How does he dare! The Sect Leader has already lost! The Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc can't even stand up! And he still wants to land a finishing blow?! This is no longer an arena battle! This is intentionally crippling someone's beast! Is he not afraid of offending the Feng Family?! We are a top-tier Family in the provincial capital! A freshman with no background, where does he get the guts?!"

His voice was pressed extremely low.

But every word sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Feng Ziyue had completely collapsed.

He huddled in the corner of the arena, holding his head in his hands, his whole body trembling violently.

He saw Jiang Yun instantly defeat Lin Xinmu, saw Jiang Yun force back Lin Feng, saw Jiang Yun crush Sect Master Feng Tianyang head-on.

That Sect Leader of the Jingfeng Sect whom he once considered unshakable.

And now, even after the Sect Leader lost, it wasn't enough; Jiang Yun still wanted to completely cripple the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc.

"Crazy... he's crazy... he's a total lunatic! He's not afraid of the Feng Family at all! He doesn't care about the Feng Family at all! He does whatever he wants! He said the next one is me! After the Sect Leader lost, the next one is me! He will kill me! He will really kill me!"

His voice carried a sobbing tone, incoherent, and the way he curled up into a ball showed none of the arrogance he had when blocking the door of the Longxiang Pavilion seven days ago.

Feng Yu looked back at him, wanting to say something but unable to say anything.

Because in his heart, he had to admit that Feng Ziyue was right.

This Sacred Student in front of him didn't play by the rules at all.

Others feared the Feng Family, but he didn't.

Others would give the Feng Family Face, but he wouldn't.

Others would stop while they were ahead after winning, but he wouldn't.

He was determined to carry things through to the end, determined to let everyone see clearly the consequences of provoking the Longxiang Pavilion.

From light to heavy, not one would escape.

Just at the same moment when everyone thought the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc was about to be completely crippled by this blow, a voice suddenly exploded over the Colosseum.

"Sacred Student! You can stop now!!"

The voice was old and majestic, like a ten-thousand-year-old bell being struck suddenly.

Every word carried an unquestionable, massive pressure, shaking the air over the entire Colosseum until it hummed.

The voice wasn't loud,

But it pressed down like an invisible mountain, causing the thousands of people present to feel a shock in their hearts.

"This battle! You have won!"

Before the words faded,

A figure flew down from the high platform.

The speed of that figure was so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air.

When the afterimage dissipated,

That figure was already steadily hovering on the arena, suspended between Jiang Yun and the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

A terrifying aura that made people feel heavy filled his surroundings.

That aura wasn't sharp—not like the sharpness of the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc, not like the majesty of the Divine Roc—but a deeper, heavier, more unshakable pressure.

Like a dormant volcano, calm on the surface, but everyone could feel what kind of terrifying power was hidden beneath that calm.

He just stood there quietly, without making any movements.

But the cyan-purple light that was crazily charging in Little Skylark's Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain, under the shroud of that aura, was like being pressed down gently by an invisible large hand, rapidly returning to calm from the violent vortex.

It wasn't shattered, it wasn't dispersed; it was suppressed.

In a silent, nourishing way, the Wind-Thunder power that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth was dissipated into nothingness.

Countless wind blades dissipated silently.

Ten thousand lightning bolts calmed down quietly.

In just a few breaths, the Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain changed from a violent natural phenomenon back to a calm void.

Little Skylark hovered in mid-air, the crazily rotating thunder-storm pattern in its pupils slowly slowing down.

It wasn't injured, it wasn't attacked; it just instinctively retracted its edge in the Face of a higher-level power.

After a brief dead silence,

The whole arena exploded.

"What a terrifying power! Just now, the Sacred Student's Divine Roc crushed the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc's Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain head-on! That was a Wind-Thunder dual Domain superposed by two Legendary skills! And it was leveled just by the pressure of the newcomer's aura?! What Realm is this?! This is definitely not Eclipsing Moon Rank! At least mid-stage Eclipsing Moon Rank! No, maybe higher!!"

A student in the top twenty of the Heaven Ranking gripped the railing tightly, his voice completely cracking due to excessive shock.

"Who is it?! Who has such means?! No more than a handful of people in the entire Sky Dome Academy have this kind of strength! Is it the Head Dean? No, the Head Dean has never shown his Face! Then it can only be..."

He didn't finish his sentence,

Because he had already seen the Face of that figure.

Vice Dean Ming Jing.

Vice Dean of Sky Dome Academy.

Peak Eclipsing Moon Rank.

That scholarly Face, which usually always wore a faint curve, was rarely revealing a trace of solemnity at this moment.

But the arc at the corner of his mouth did not completely disappear; it just faded a little, adding a touch of unquestionable majesty.

"It's Vice Dean Ming Jing! He actually intervened personally! He has been watching from the high platform the whole time, never interfering in any of the battles from start to finish. He didn't intervene when Lin Xinmu was instantly defeated, he didn't intervene when Lin Feng knelt, and he didn't intervene when Sect Master Feng Tianyang was being crushed! Now that the Sacred Student is about to deliver the finishing blow, he finally acts!"

"The Vice Dean didn't intervene to stop the Sacred Student's battle; he stopped the Sacred Student's finishing blow! Don't you understand yet? The Vice Dean's intention is very clear: the battle can be fought, the winner can be decided, but the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc cannot be crippled! It's not because he's favoring Sect Master Feng Tianyang, but because it's hard to answer to the Feng Family!"

"That's right! The Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc is a beast the Feng Family is heavily cultivating. If it were really crippled by the Sacred Student in front of the whole school, the Feng Family would surely be furious. At that point, it wouldn't just be the Sacred Student who gets into trouble; the academy would also be in a difficult position. The Vice Dean's intervention saved both the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc and the Sacred Student. He is blocking trouble for him!"

On the arena.

When Jiang Yun saw this figure before him.

He frowned slightly.

His Falling Star Rank Divine Sense had allowed him to sense the surging aura approaching rapidly even before Vice Dean Ming Jing made his move.

But he did not stop early, because he wanted to see.

Who exactly would come to stop him.

And what reason they would use to stop him.

Now he saw it.

It was Vice Dean Ming Jing.

One of the strongest in this academy.

Jiang Yun did not speak.

He, of course, understood why Vice Dean Ming Jing had intervened.

It was not because Sect Master Feng Tianyang did not deserve to be crippled.

In Vice Dean Ming Jing's eyes, Sect Master Feng Tianyang was simply inferior in skill; having lost, he lost, and being crippled would have been his own fault.

But the academy could not sit idly by while the beast of a core descendant of the Feng Family was crippled on the academy's arena.

This was not just a grudge between students; it was an issue between the academy and the Feng Family.

Vice Dean Ming Jing's intervention was not blocking Jiang Yun's blade; it was blocking the excuse the Feng Family would use to settle scores with Jiang Yun in the future.

Understanding this, he ceased his attack.

He raised his hand slightly, and the Wind-Thunder light on the Little Skylark's wings completely receded. The Divine Roc True Form slowly dissipated, the blue-purple light fading to reveal its original heavenly cyan and pale purple interwoven feathers.

The Wind-Thunder Calamity Domain also quietly dissipated at the same time, leaving only faint arcs of electricity remaining in the air, proof of what a terrifying Domain had unfolded there just moments ago.

Then, he recalled the Little Skylark into his Beast Taming Space.

A gentle light gate opened before him; the Little Skylark's massive body turned into a stream of light and vanished into it. The light gate closed and dissipated.

He descended slowly from mid-air, his robes fluttering gently in the wind, and his feet landed steadily on the arena.

He stood before Sect Master Feng Tianyang.

Sect Master Feng Tianyang was still standing there, stunned.

There was no anger on his Face, no unwillingness, only a hollow vacancy that only appears after being completely crushed.

He saw Vice Dean Ming Jing intervene to stop Jiang Yun, he saw the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc regain its life, but his expression did not change at all.

Because he knew very well that he hadn't won it back; it was something someone else had begged for on his behalf.

The corners of his mouth were trembling slightly; he wanted to say something, but could not say a word.

Jiang Yun looked at him, his gaze as calm as water, without the arrogance of a victor, nor pity for the loser.

"Sect Master Feng Tianyang, you have lost!"

His voice was not loud.

Yet it clearly pierced through the roar of the entire Colosseum.

"This arena belongs to me now."

The moment those words fell.

Vice Dean Ming Jing's figure, suspended in mid-air, imperceptibly let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, although this Little Fellow is overbearing, he is not without a sense of proportion.

He is domineering when he should be, stops when he should stop, and never hesitates to take what he has earned.

By declaring this arena as belonging to Longxiang Pavilion in front of everyone, he not only gave Vice Dean Ming Jing Face by not continuing to deliver the finishing blow, but also firmly grasped the spoils of war he had won.

His sense of proportion was just right.

Above on the high platform.

The deans also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Vice Dean Yan Lie raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and lowered his voice to speak to Zhan Qiong beside him.

"This Little Fellow finally stopped. For a moment there, I really thought he was going to just ignore everything and blast down."

Zhan Qiong grinned and replied in a low voice:

"You think he's stupid? He knows better than anyone that Vice Dean Ming Jing stepping in to stop him was for his own good. If he really wanted to cripple the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc, he would have done it long ago; he wouldn't have given Vice Dean Ming Jing the chance to intervene. Perhaps he was just waiting for Vice Dean Ming Jing to come and stop him, giving the Vice Dean Face while confirming the ownership of the arena in public. This scheming, this sense of proportion—you have to admire it."

However.

Sect Master Feng Tianyang's reaction was something no one present had expected.

He slowly raised his head, and the hollow vacancy in his eyes was replaced in an instant by an intensely extreme killing intent.

He stared fixedly at Jiang Yun, his gaze sharp and cold like a blade, as if he wanted to tear the youth before him into a thousand pieces.

He did not speak.

But the hatred in that gaze was enough to make anyone's heart turn cold.

Vice Dean Ming Jing saw this gaze and frowned imperceptibly.

He knew it was time for him to speak.

He didn't want to interfere in the grudges between these young people.

If you can win, you win.

If you can't win, you can't win.

The strong being respected is the iron rule of the Beast Tamer world.

But Sect Master Feng Tianyang was, after all, a direct descendant of the Feng Family. If he were to say something he shouldn't or do something he shouldn't in front of everyone, the academy would have a hard time cleaning up, and this kid would also get into trouble.

"This battle is won by the Sacred Student."

Vice Dean Ming Jing's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty; every word struck the arena like an iron hammer.

"Sect Master Feng Tianyang, you two had an agreement before the battle that the loser would automatically withdraw from competing for the spot. As a direct descendant of the Feng Family, Sect Leader of the Jingfeng Sect, and the sixth-ranked Prodigy on the Heavenly Rankings, you wouldn't lack even this bit of accountability, would you?"

Sect Master Feng Tianyang shook all over.

He turned his head sharply to look at Vice Dean Ming Jing, at that solemn Face that carried a touch of majesty.

Vice Dean Ming Jing's words were polite, but he could not fail to hear the knife hidden within the politeness.

"As a direct descendant of the Feng Family" was giving him a way out.

"You wouldn't lack even this bit of accountability" was placing that way out directly at his feet.

If he dared not take it, it would mean losing the Face of the Feng Family, losing the Face of the Jingfeng Sect, and losing his own Face.

He realized that Vice Dean Ming Jing was favoring Jiang Yun.

Favoring him from start to finish.

From the academy paying the medical expenses after Lin Xinmu was instantly defeated, to personally intervening to stop Jiang Yun's fatal blow just now, to now publicly giving him a way out to concede with dignity.

In every single matter, Vice Dean Ming Jing was paving the way for Jiang Yun.

But what could he do?

He had indeed lost.

In front of the whole school, his Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc had been crushed from start to finish by Jiang Yun's Divine Roc, his Heaven-Severing was shattered head-on, his Golden Wind Absolute Domain was crushed in reverse, and his four-layered skill combination was broken by a single combo from start to finish.

He had lost, lost completely, without any excuses.

He took a deep breath and ruthlessly suppressed the intense killing intent in his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, raised his hand, and recalled the Heaven-Splitting Golden Roc, which was lying in a pool of blood, into his Beast Taming Space.

The moment that golden light gate closed, he heard his beast let out a weak whimper from the depths of the space.

That was the sound made only after its Origin Bloodline had been heavily consumed and its Physical Body severely damaged.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse and cold.

"I, Sect Master Feng Tianyang, can afford to lose."

He turned and walked toward the steps of the arena.

When he reached the edge of the steps, he suddenly stopped.

He did not look back, but his voice pierced out from his back like a poisoned blade.

"Sacred Student! I will remember today's events!"

After saying this.

He walked off the arena without looking back.

His steps were heavy and stiff.

Every step felt like he was treading on his own shattered pride.

The whole venue was dead silent.

After the silence.

Came a burst of hushed whispers.

"Remembered it... Sect Master Feng Tianyang said he remembered it. Even a fool can understand the meaning behind these words. This is not just ordinary trash talk; this is a true death feud. Sect Master Feng Tianyang is a direct descendant of the Feng Family, Sect Leader of the Jingfeng Sect, and sixth on the Heavenly Rankings. Him saying this in public means that from now on, the Feng Family and his forces will not let the Sacred Student go."

"Between the Sacred Student and Sect Master Feng Tianyang, I fear it will be a fight to the death. On one side is the Heavenly Saint Student, the future leader designated by the academy. On the other is a direct descendant of the Feng Family, a core Prodigy of a first-class Family in the provincial capital. If these two really start fighting, the entire Sky Dome Academy will tremble."

"Sect Master Feng Tianyang has the Feng Family behind him! You know how powerful the Feng Family's influence is in the provincial capital. If the Feng Family really makes a move, the Sacred Student, a freshman without a Family background, will likely be in big trouble!"

"What are you afraid of?"

A voice suddenly interjected from the side.

The tone carried a hint of defiance.

"The Feng Family is a first-class Family, true, but does our Sacred Student not have a backer? Behind him is the Sky Dome Academy! It's Vice Dean Ming Jing! It's the Head Dean! Is the Sky Dome Academy inferior to the Feng Family? No matter how strong the Feng Family is, can they be stronger than the academy? Vice Dean Ming Jing personally stepped in to stop the Sacred Student's finishing blow just now; that was blocking trouble for him! The Vice Dean has been favoring the Sacred Student from start to finish; that is a fact the whole school can see! If the Feng Family wants to touch the Sacred Student, they have to ask the academy if they agree!"

Once these words were spoken.

The people around fell silent.

Indeed.

The weight of the Sky Dome Academy.

Is counted among the best in the entire provincial capital and even the entire federation.

No matter how strong the Feng Family is.

They dare not openly touch the Heavenly Saint Student within the academy.

But this does not mean Jiang Yun can rest easy.

It's easy to dodge an open spear, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.

For the Feng Family to deal with someone.

There are too many means outside the arena.

On the arena.

Jiang Yun stood with his hands behind his back as before.

His expression was still that damn calmness, not showing the slightest ripple because of Sect Master Feng Tianyang's threat, as if Sect Master Feng Tianyang's words of "remembering it" were just a slightly harsh wind to his ears.

When he was besieged in the Bone Burial Area, when he was at the Star Pavilion of the Liu Family, when was it not a walk through the gates of hell?

The threat of one Sect Master Feng Tianyang.

Is not enough to move him.

Vice Dean Ming Jing, suspended in mid-air, glanced at Jiang Yun, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

This Little Fellow.

This growth rate.

Even he, a Vice Dean who has seen countless Geniuses, is secretly shocked.

But the more dazzling the Genius, the easier it is to make enemies.

Today he defeated Sect Master Feng Tianyang and offended the Feng Family.

Before this, he defeated Lin Xinmu, forced Lin Feng to his knees, and offended the Lin Family.

Plus, who knows how many forces he provoked in the Bone Burial Area.

This Little Fellow's path is destined not to be smooth.

However.

Which powerhouse who ascends to the Peak does not step on the corpses of other contemporary Prodigies, step by step, to get there?

Which person standing at the Peak is not surrounded by mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and powerful enemies?

This is just a path he must take. If he cannot even withstand this bit of wind and waves, he is not worthy of being a candidate for that position in his heart.

Vice Dean Ming Jing sighed secretly in his heart and suppressed these thoughts.

Then he turned around, facing the entire Colosseum, his voice returning to that indifferent and composed tone.

"The Molten Fire Grotto Secret Realm quota arena competition has one hour left. Those of you who still wish to compete for an arena, you may come up to challenge."

After saying this, his figure flashed, and he returned to the high platform, sitting down in the main seat again, that faint arc on his Face floating back.

However.

The Colosseum was eerily quiet.

Thousands of people looked at each other, but not a single person took a step forward.

The distribution of spots on the arena was already set there.

Those who could stand until now were either powerful Prodigies on the Heavenly Rankings.

Like someone like Qian Luoyun, no one dared to challenge.

Or they were some people with connections.

Liu Qingshuang's arena was a gift from Jiang Yun, Lei Qing's arena was a gift from Jiang Yun; who would dare to go up and fight?

To fight is to offend the Sacred Student; for the outcome, refer to Lin Xinmu and Sect Master Feng Tianyang.

Soft persimmons?

They don't exist.

The only soft persimmon was originally Lin Feng, but now he had also been crushed by Jiang Yun.

Someone subconsciously looked at that empty arena in the distance.

That was the arena Jiang Yun originally guarded.

After he flew down from it, that arena had been empty ever since.

No one dared to go up.

Are you kidding? Who knows if the Sacred Student will fly over directly after you go up?

Although that arena was empty, everyone tacitly assumed it was the Sacred Student's arena.

Going up is just courting death.

"It's hopeless."

A student ranked around fiftieth on the Heavenly Rankings shook his head with a bitter smile, his tone full of helplessness.

"There are no soft persimmons to squeeze. The remaining ones are either impossible to beat or too dangerous to provoke. Sigh, it seems this Molten Fire Grotto Secret Realm has nothing to do with me."

"What if it does? What if it doesn't?"

His companion beside him patted his shoulder, also with a bitter Face.

"The competition this year is fiercer than previous years. More than ten of the top thirty on the Heavenly Rankings came, plus the Sacred Student, a monster who emerged from nowhere and crushed the sixth-ranked Prodigy on the Heavenly Rankings—who can you compete with? Accept it, and talk about the next Secret Realm."

"Next time? What if the Sacred Student is still there next time?"

"... Stop talking, the more you say, the more I want to cry."

The sighs on the viewing platform were connected one after another.

Those students who had fought to the death for several days but ultimately missed out on a spot could only shake their heads helplessly at this moment.

If your skills are inferior, there is nothing to complain about.

It's just that the bitterness in their hearts could not be suppressed no matter what.

And just when everyone was sighing and thinking that the pattern of this arena competition had been completely set.

On the arena.

Jiang Yun's voice shouted again.

The voice was loud and composed.

Like a thunderclap exploding over the Colosseum.

"Xiao Chen! This arena! It belongs to you!!!"