At the entrance of the academy, many students took to the skies!
A large crowd chased after Yu Lun, heading toward the dilapidated training grounds.
As the news spread, the academy buzzed with noise, and more people set off in pursuit, eager to witness the brilliance of one of the six prodigies of the Celestial Clan.
The Jiao beast was divine and majestic, flawless in its white coat, its silver scales shimmering as they emitted holy light, radiant and pure like moonlight.
Carrying Yu Lun, it dashed like the wind, covering three thousand li in a single breath. The surrounding mountains blurred past, valleys receding into the distance as if a streak of white light was cutting through the landscape.
“Too fast—we can’t keep up!”
Several guides gasped for breath, stopping altogether. Though they had moved swiftly, they were no match for the Jiao beast, which had left them far behind.
Such a mount was rare, a carefully bred hybrid with the blood of a flood dragon, the spirit of a hou, and the body of a horse—exceptionally powerful, now at the Sovereign Realm, far surpassing many so-called elites.
Yu Lun tugged on the reins and glanced back.
“What a divine beast!” The crowd behind exclaimed in awe, their faces filled with envy. This mount was extraordinary, stronger than many present.
“Let’s go. No more delays,” Yu Lun said.
The area was primal, with ancient trees towering overhead. Some demonic birds spread their wings, blotting out the sky like storm clouds, while massive beasts the size of small mountains howled at the heavens.
Yet, none of this fazed the gathered elites of the academy, accustomed to such savage creatures.
“We’re here,” someone pointed ahead. The terrain opened up, revealing towering mountains with an extraordinary aura.
“So this is the place,” Yu Lun nodded, surveying the land. With some arrangement, it could have been a spiritual haven, but now it lay desolate.
The stone steps were long buried under grass, the path choked by ancient vines and trees, thorns sprawling everywhere. Still, faint auspicious light rose from the majestic mountains ahead, hinting at the land’s hidden grandeur.
*Clang!*
Yu Lun raised his hand, palm facing the sky. A blazing light erupted, and in his grip appeared a halberd forged from Jiao bone—white with a faint golden hue, exuding an indescribable aura.
In an instant, his entire demeanor shifted. Runes flared around him, shattering nearby vegetation as an invisible force field formed.
“To insult my Celestial Clan—today, I shall trample this mountain!” His voice, though soft, rumbled like thunder, shaking the crowd behind him.
The overwhelming aura and terrifying fluctuations surely alerted the “Eldest Brother” on the mountain—this was a challenge!
Within the mountain gates, Shi Hao opened his eyes atop a large bluestone and stepped forward, gazing down calmly, his expression serene.
Not yet eighteen, he was tall and slender, with black hair cascading over his shoulders. His delicate features and piercing eyes betrayed no hint of bloodlust or oppressive pressure.
Below, everyone saw him, and many gasped.
“That’s him—the Eldest Brother of the Supreme Dojo! Alone, yet fearless in battle, undefeated so far.”
More people arrived from afar, relieved the battle hadn’t started yet. They hadn’t missed the clash of titans, eagerly anticipating the fight.
Creatures of all clans gathered—not just students from the Celestial Immortal Academy, but also prodigies from the Slanted Moon Ancient Cave and Divine Cliff Academy, all here to witness the spectacle.
“I think this will be an evenly matched battle. Yu Lun, one of the Celestial Clan’s finest, is renowned far and wide. As for that Eldest Brother… he’s an enigma, hard to read.”
“Are we overestimating him? The Celestial Clan is hailed as imperial, and Yu Lun is among their best, far stronger than Kun Mo. Will victory really be so hard-fought?”
The crowd swelled, filling the mountainside with a sea of figures.
Clearly, this battle carried immense weight. The Celestial Clan, once imperial, had Yu Lun as their representative. No disciple from any sect wanted to miss it.
“Are you the insolent one?” Yu Lun raised his halberd, pointing at the mountain. Clad in silver armor that gleamed with metallic luster and radiance, he cut a striking figure.
Undeniably handsome, his purple hair cascaded freely, his skin pale as jade, his brows sharp like swords, and his starry eyes brilliant—truly a peerless youth.
His white robes fluttered as he sat astride the holy Jiao beast, blending seamlessly into a vision of sacred might, like a white war god descended to earth!
Such a young powerhouse, his heroic bearing awe-inspiring, halberd in hand, struck fear and admiration into many female students.
“So dashing! The sheer power he radiates speaks of his supreme cultivation—worthy of being one of the imperial clan’s finest!”
“Fang, famed across the grasslands, shook this region. But somehow, Yu Lun seems just as heroic, a true champion.”
“Stop swooning—he’s definitely no match for Fang.”
Whispers spread, especially among the girls, captivated by his charisma.
Yet, attention also turned to the youth on the mountain. He stood so calmly, looking down with profound eyes, as if detached from the world.
“Wasn’t he supposed to be notorious, vicious and cruel? Why does he look so refined, like a graceful young master?”
Many were seeing Shi Hao for the first time, especially the female students, surprised that this was the infamous Eldest Brother they’d heard so much about.
“I’m speaking to you—did you hear me?” Yu Lun barked.
Shi Hao gazed down and replied evenly, “If you seek a challenge, come up.”
“Challenge? I’m here to take your head! I’ve already had wine warmed—once I claim your skull, I’ll drink to celebrate!” Yu Lun’s voice boomed like thunder across the mountains.
“Such boldness, like the heroes of old!” Some praised, admiring his confidence and spirited demeanor.
“Prepare to die!” Yu Lun roared, spurring his mount forward. Halberd in hand, he shot toward the mountain like a streak of white light.
The Jiao beast moved like the wind, its strength enough to rend mountains and carry ancient peaks, traversing lava and the netherworld as if on flat ground.
*Boom!*
Trampling the air, the beast’s hooves never touched the ground, each step shaking the void like thunder. In moments, it reached the mountain gates.
“Die!”
Yu Lun’s silver armor blazed, his mount roaring. Man and beast merged into a torrent of holy light, the halberd in his hand like a divine weapon as he descended like a war god!
At this moment, everyone trembled. His aura was overwhelming, rolling out like a tide, making hearts quail and bodies shudder.
Was this the might of one of the Celestial Clan’s finest? Truly, he lived up to their imperial name.
Yu Lun was in peak condition, his spirit and energy at their zenith. Runes wreathed his body, burning like sacred flames.
He unleashed his strongest divine abilities and treasure arts, pushing his combat power to the limit—this was a strike meant to decide life and death, leaving no room for retreat!
Such was his confidence. He believed he could slay his foe in one glorious move, ending the battle with a single, resplendent strike!
Shi Hao nodded. This man was indeed extraordinary, a true prodigy. Under normal circumstances, a fierce battle would have ensued.
But Yu Lun’s arrogance was his downfall. Seeking to end it in one move, he poured everything into this ultimate attack.
“Very well. I’ll oblige,” Shi Hao murmured.
“Die!” Yu Lun bellowed, his body glowing silver. Man and beast merged, erupting with terrifying power, holy light flooding the sky.
As he shouted, the halberd descended, its radiance splitting heaven and earth like a exploding sun!
*Clang!*
A golden spear appeared in Shi Hao’s right hand, his body crackling with arcs of lightning, dazzling as if clad in golden armor.
Spear in hand, eyes deep, he roared and struck!
Both the golden armor and the spear were manifestations of lightning, given tangible form to encase him and arm him.
*Clang!*
In an instant, the golden spear deflected the halberd—then pierced straight through Yu Lun’s chest, blood spraying high!
The scene froze. The world fell silent. All eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
Yu Lun, at the peak of his power, fused with his mount, unleashing infinite holy light in his strongest strike—had been stopped dead.
It was like a battle hymn, soaring to its climax—only for the strings to snap, the music to cease!
So abrupt. The world held its breath.
With a single strike, the youth at the mountain gates had impaled Yu Lun, slaying one of the imperial clan’s finest—swift, clean, peerless in his dominance!
Mouths hung open as all stared at the mountain, at the gates.
A youth stood against the wind, golden armor gleaming, black hair flowing, eyes alight with power. One hand held the spear, pinning Yu Lun in midair!
Yu Lun’s eyes bulged, blood trickling from his lips. He tried to speak, to utter something.
He couldn’t accept this. How? He was one of the imperial clan’s strongest heirs—how had he fallen to a disciple of this broken sect?
“Could it be… him?” In his final moments, clarity struck. His opponent had ignored his runes, pierced through all defenses—a single, fatal blow!
This was Fang’s technique! It was said he could nullify magic for a brief time.
He tried to speak, to reveal this, and with his last strength, activated a hidden treasure for a final, desperate counter.
But it was too late.
*Thud!*
Shi Hao’s arm shook, golden light erupting from his body, soaring into the heavens. The spear trembled—and Yu Lun’s body shattered, slain on the spot!
All were stunned. Such might! A single spear strike had killed one of the Celestial Clan’s strongest heirs!
In that moment, none could remain unmoved. This youth, clad in blinding golden armor, exuded an aura that seemed to dominate the world!
A distant roar echoed as a figure approached with killing intent.
“It’s… another of the Celestial Clan’s six prodigies! He’s here to aid Yu Lun!” someone recognized him.
Clearly, he had rushed down upon hearing the news, fearing for Yu Lun’s safety—but he was too late.
His murderous aura surged as he closed in.
*Whoosh!*
At that moment, Shi Hao struck. His body erupted with blinding light, golden flames engulfing the sky as he hurled the spear.
This was a spear forged from the Thunder Emperor’s divine ability, its runes terrifying in power.
But now, he infused it with Kun Peng runes—a fusion of two supreme arts, forming a golden spear that tore through the heavens!
*Thud!*
Like a divine beam from beyond, it pierced everything, impaling the Celestial Clan warrior midair.
Then—the spear exploded. Golden light boiled, shaking the world as the man burst apart, slain by the flying spear!
All stood dumbfounded. What kind of divine might was this? With one throw, the youth at the gates had claimed another of the Celestial Clan’s finest.
After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted.
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