Under Jing Yao's relentless pressure, the Qinghua Academy team simply could not hold on any longer. Even if the three Four-Ring Soul Ancestors still wanted to resist, it was futile. Every time they crawled up from the Thunder Swamp, an enormous shield would accurately slam down onto them. In the end, their academy's team leader could not bear to watch any longer and stepped in to stop it. If this continued, they would not need to compete in their remaining four preliminary matches.
Jing Yao looked like a girl, but she was more ruthless than anyone when she attacked. Blow after blow landed on those contestants. If she had not been stopped in time, all eight competitors would have been beaten beyond recognition.
In the stands, Jing Hang watched the battle with a hearty laugh. His daughter's first match had been far more satisfying than his own back then.
Back then, he had crushed the entire field with the cultivation of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor. The eight members of the Tsinghua University team had not lasted thirty seconds against him, and every one of them had been shocked into losing control of their bowels and bladder.
"Why are you laughing? You've spoiled our precious daughter. She doesn't have any of the temperament a girl should have. Why did Yaoyao inherit you instead of me?"
Qiao Na sat beside Jin Hang and snapped irritably.
Everyone merely smiled without exposing the truth. If Jing Yao had truly inherited Qiao Na's personality, this match probably would not have ended so easily.
With the referee's command, this utterly one-sided preliminary match came to an end. The victor was naturally Jing Yao, who had overwhelmed all eight contestants with her formidable strength!
Watching the students from his academy get carried down from the stage one