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Chen Xiaojun drifted down from midair, his robes snapping and fluttering in the wind, with what seemed like scorching firelight faintly coursing through them.
He stood with his hands behind his back on the scorched earth, his gaze sweeping over the devastated battlefield. His sword-like brows furrowed slightly, and his starry eyes were as still as an ancient well.
This was the first time he had used Nine Yang Thunderbolt in actual combat.
That strike just now had successfully broken through the Xuanji Screen's defense, but it had also cost him thirty percent of his Soul Power.
Nine Yang Thunderbolt and Xuantian Frost Realm each had their own merits, with strengths and weaknesses on both sides. As for how best to use them with finesse, he still needed to test and verify it repeatedly in real combat.
Chen Xiaojun's decision this time left everyone present utterly stunned.
The spectator stands had long since boiled over, exploding into an uproar.
This ancestor's soul skills were not only brutal—his secret techniques were so powerful they made people's blood run cold, a comprehensive, no-blind-spots kind of overwhelming strength.
With Chen Xiaojun holding the line, Chang'an Team was like a fierce tiger returning to the mountains, forcing a Returning Spear, rebounding with unstoppable force, and once again stirring up a surging wave of momentum.
Even the fierce off-field battle for students between Chang'an Academy and Yue Si Academy gained quite a bit of momentum because of this.
After all, the feat of winning the Provincial Preliminary Competition with twenty straight victories had not appeared for many years.
Over the past few decades, the champion teams had always suffered one or two defeats, and Chang'an Team was no exception.
That was why the various academies had the courage to face Chang'an.
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