What Kind of Lousy Rules Are Those?

Gu Changge's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and his tone carried the unique confidence and pride of Prodigies a great sect.

In his view, the child before him must be an Ancient Great Power who had been reincarnated and cultivated again. Although his physical body had not yet fully developed, he must possess an unparalleled Divine Soul foundation.

Only by defeating such an opponent can one truly demonstrate the purity of one's Vast Righteous Dao.

"Your physical body is weak. If you were to use your True Essence -hand combat, it would make it seem as if Myriad Phenomena Academy were bullying us, and such a victory would be dishonorable."

Gu Changge spoke loudly, standing with his hands behind his back:

"Today, I, Gu, have specially invited you to participate in a literary examination."

Chen Fan peeked out from behind Chen Changqing, chewed the last bit of dough in his mouth, and glanced at him sideways.

"A written exam? What a ridiculous rule."

"The written examination requires no physical exertion or injury."

Gu Changge smiled proudly, a warm and pure Vast Righteous White Radiance emanating from his fingertips:

"Each of us will release a wisp of our Divine Soul, using the Void as the board and the Dao Rhythm as the pieces, to deduce our respective Great Dao Laws within this world. We'll stop when we've reached our limit; the winner takes the pieces, and the loser concedes defeat."

"Without damaging a single tree in this small courtyard, we can also glimpse each other 'Dao Fruit intentions. I wonder if you... dare to accept?"

Upon Mo Wendao's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in a low voice.

"Young Master, you mustn't! Divine Soul battles are extremely dangerous; the slightest mistake will shatter your Dao Foundation and render you an idiot!"

Chen Changqing directly refused.

"See a visitor out!"

Myriad Phenomena Academy cultivates Vast Righteous Divine Soul, Divine Sense power is unparalleled in the Central Region.

Is it possible to pit an eleven-year-old child against the headmaster of Nascent Soul academy at the peak of the Nascent Divine Soul stage in a battle of spiritual deduction?

This is clearly soul-searching and strangulation disguised in a guise of elegance!

Gu Changge did not stop; instead, he stepped forward, giving Chen Changqing no chance to stop him.

"Boom!"

At the center of Gu Changge's brow, a three-inch-tall, Glazed Crystal- clear Vast Righteous Primordial Spirit suddenly opened its eyes.

He thrust his right palm forward, and his violent Mental Power swirled wildly in the center of the courtyard, instantly outlining a huge black and white chessboard with nineteen lines crisscrossing it and floating in mid-air!

On the chessboard, scattered like stars, each line flowed with the sacred aura that suppressed all evil. The immense spiritual pressure, like a curtain hanging low, completely sealed off the entire Bing No. 7 Side Courtyard.

"The Academy's Vast Righteous Starry Luo Formation, please enlighten me!"

With a smug smile on his lips, Gu Changge transformed his Divine Thought into a white piece, carrying an immense pressure of Primordial Spirit, and fiercely descended upon Chen Fan!

Chen Changqing's knees sank, almost being forced to his knees by the pure pressure of the Primordial Spirit.

However.

Standing at the back, Chen Fan looked at the Divine Soul chessboard suspended in mid-air, attempting to forcibly pierce into his Sea of Consciousness, and a hint of mockery, as if looking at a dead man, quietly rose deep in his eyes.

Comparing my... Divine Soul to yours?

Nineteen paths in the Void, traversing three thousand realms.

Gu Changge pushed his palm forward, and the three-inch-sized Glazed Crystal Primordial Spirit between his eyebrows burst forth with dazzling light.

A violent mental pressure surged like a raging torrent, and a phantom chessboard, as white as jade, descended upon him.

The white stone, which embodied the Dao Rhythm of his Nascent Soul at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, expanded rapidly in the Void, instantly transforming into a colossal peak ten thousand feet tall, adorned with ancient sage's admonitions. With a solemn will to sweep away all evil, it crashed down fiercely towards Chen Fan's face.

In this battle of Divine Soul, defeat means annihilation.

The fierce wind tore the ground of the side courtyard apart, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

Chen Changqing's eyes were bloodshot, and the Yi Wood Nascent Soul in his Qi Sea was violently trembling. His spiritual veins were bursting under the strain, and he was trying to forcefully burn his Origin Source to block the way.

"Gu Changge! How dare you touch my son!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a chubby little hand gently rested on Chen Changqing's tense back.

The moment his palm touched the fabric, a vast and pure essence of True Meaning of Life Force surged up his spine, like a gentle spring breeze and soothing rain, calming and suppressing the almost runaway spiritual energy within Chen Changqing's body. That overwhelming and irresistible gentle force firmly fixed Chen Changqing's body in place, unable to move an inch.

Chen Changqing's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned his head in astonishment.

Chen Fan had already slowly walked out from behind him.

The eleven-year-old boy, dressed in coarse cloth shorts, had a calm and unperturbed expression, and even casually patted the remaining crumbs of dough from his palm.

He looked up and glanced at the towering peak that had crashed down above him.

"Bringing out toys like this is embarrassing. Is this the kind of stuff Myriad Phenomena Academy teaches?"

A mocking smile appeared on Chen Fan's lips.

He didn't even bother to awaken the Martial God True Spirit deep within his Sea of Consciousness, merely mobilizing the faint trace of the Life-and-Death Millstone Dao Rhythm within his Dantian clone.

Raise your right index finger together and lightly tap it in the air.

Used to refer to a child.

A wisp of gray-white light peeled off from the fingertip and slowly hovered in mid-air.

The light was as small as a mustard seed, insignificant like a speck of dust before the colossal peak of sacred words that blotted out the sky.

A cold smile played on Gu Changge's lips.

But the next instant, that cold smile froze completely on his face.

Thump!

It was as if Primordial Gods and Demons had struck the Chaos Grand Bell.

The moment the gray-white light spot landed on the center point of the suspended chessboard, the entire Void convulsed violently.

Nineteen Sacred Dao Formation Lines, shimmering with a majestic golden light, emitted a sickening groan. Immediately afterward, a visible layer of deathly gray spread wildly across the chessboard like a plague!

The once vast Pure Yang sacred peak, upon touching the Gray-White Death Qi, cracked inch by inch from its summit to its base, like a dried clay sculpture.

Disintegration!

Annihilation!

"What... what kind of artistic conception is this?!"

Standing to the side, Liu Qingfeng's expression changed drastically. The Wufeng Wooden Sword at his waist was drawn three inches from its sheath, and his powerful True Essence at the mid-stage of the Deity Transformation instantly transformed into a protective gale.

But faced with the lingering power of the gray-white light, Liu Qingfeng's protective aura was as thin as paper, torn in dozens of places. He slid back three feet, his back crashing hard through the earthen wall of the courtyard, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Gu Changge, who was the first to be affected, was struck dumb.

His proudly displayed Vast Righteous Starry Luo Formation couldn't even withstand half a breath against that gray-white chess piece.

The chessboard shattered into countless speckled particles of light.

The force of the shock traveled back to the Sea of Consciousness along the bridge of Divine Sense. The Glazed Crystal Primordial Spirit above Gu Changge's head let out a shrill cry. Its three-inch divine body immediately cracked open with four hideous fissures. The Golden Scripture Scroll on its back spontaneously combusted without wind, turning into specks of ashes!

"Puff!!"

Gu Changge coughed up a mouthful of golden-red Lifeblood Essence, his face turned deathly pale, and he staggered backward.

With one step, the Obsidian slab beneath his feet shattered.

Two steps, three steps... He retreated seven steps until his heels touched the stone threshold of the hospital gate, barely managing to steady himself. With each step, the hard, iron-like ground was crushed into deep pits of dust, several inches deep, by the violent death energy emanating from his body.

The pride of the Myriad Phenomena Academy, now disheveled and with his jade-like crown slipped to one side, looked utterly wretched.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Mo Wendao's mouth gaped open, his hand gripping his sword trembling uncontrollably inside his sleeve.

Chen Changqing froze on the spot, staring blankly at his youngest son, who only reached his chest.