At Divine Martial University, everyone willing to enter the Mirage Realm had gathered together.
This time, the person leading the team was Jiang Sheng, whom they had met once before—the man who had announced the rankings on Blood Consort's behalf during the Freshman Tournament.
Jiang Sheng swept his gaze over everyone. When he spotted Xu Zhiming standing amid the crowd like an upright spear, he gave a slight nod.
Some people were simply that eye-catching; they could be spotted at a glance.
At the same time, he felt somewhat emotional.
Judging from what Huang Yilong had said, Xu Zhiming had been born to wield a spear.
If he had appeared a little earlier back then, what place would Blood Consort have had?
Unfortunately, whether it was them or Blood Consort, the clans they stood against were not something Xu Zhiming could withstand yet.
This was a perfect chance to see who had colluded with outsiders and wanted to make a move against Xu Zhiming.
A trace of utter killing intent flashed through Jiang Sheng's eyes.
"Everyone, board the plane first. We're taking off shortly."
Xu Zhiming looked around and spotted several familiar faces.
Pang Shan, Shi Yu, Feng Li, and others.
Feng Li's gaze kept falling on him from time to time, as if she were unwilling to accept the outcome and wanted to fight him again.
Sure enough, Feng Li walked over.
"Xu Zhiming, let's fight again in the Mirage Realm!"
Many others were also studying Xu Zhiming. Recently, this freshman's limelight had been unmatched.
Especially since he had already won over Nangong Ya, one of the four goddesses among the freshmen.
Xu Zhiming had expected Feng Li's challenge.
She was True King Wind Thunder's only daughter.
Who knew whether the True King was a daughter-doting maniac? What if