Chen Sanliang ascended the high platform, his eyes gleaming with bone-deep hatred. After sweeping his gaze across everyone in the academy, he said coldly, "Who dares come forward and debate the Dao with me?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Zhou Qiucheng. "You, my defeated opponent, need not come up and make a fool of yourself." Then he shifted his eyes to Zhu Xun beside him. "You stole my doctrine back then. I wonder how far you have studied it. Do you dare come up and debate with me?"
Hearing this, Zhu Xun looked hesitant. Chen Sanliang was no easy opponent. He had never lost a single debate in all the world, while Zhu Xun's doctrine had yet to be perfected. How could he debate Chen Sanliang?
Moreover, Chen Sanliang had founded this doctrine. He likely knew every advantage, flaw, and weakness in Zhu Xun's teachings as clearly as if he were looking at flowers in his palm. If Zhu Xun went up, he would certainly suffer Chen Sanliang's attacks. There would be no good ending for him.
Seeing Zhu Xun hesitate, Chen Sanliang curled his lips in disdain. "What? Are the masters of the academy all this sort of trash? You do not even have the courage to debate another person. How little confidence must you have in your own Great Dao to not even dare accept a challenge? How can teachings like yours be passed on to scholars across the realm? Wouldn't that be misleading the next generation? If this is what the academy is, then it truly disappoints me. The masters inside are nothing but fame-fishing hypocrites. It is disappointing beyond measure."
As Chen Sanliang's words fell, the Great Victory Human King, the Human Race's various experts, and the direct descendants of the great Lineages all