Ninth-grade?!

Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain poured down in torrents. Blinding bolts of lightning tore through the clouds from time to time, casting the girl in an increasingly bewitching, dreamlike light. Like a clear moon veiled by clouds, like snow falling upon cold plum blossoms, she was enough to make one's soul drift away.

As the girl softly chanted, the entire Mysterious Wood Spirit Platform began to shake violently. The emerald leaves that reached the heavens flickered between light and dark, as though they might collapse at any moment.

The scene was like heavenly might descending upon the world, while Hun Ruoruo's words were like the decree of Heaven itself.

Old Man Mu Gu's face turned frighteningly pale, as though his soul had been drained away. His eyes were vacant, his pupils unfocused, and he slowly turned his head to look at the beauty in the black dress.

Everyone's gaze was fixed upon Hun Ruoruo. The world fell silent at that moment; even the furious rain and thunder seemed unable to reach their ears.

The crowd was unnaturally quiet. Those cultivators who had always held Old Man Yao in high regard underwent a drastic change in expression, while Xuan Kongzi and the others, being Alchemists themselves, furrowed their brows tightly, their faces filled with difficulty.

"What is she trying to do?"

The heavy, water-like atmosphere in the arena and Elder Lin's horrified expression immediately filled Xun'er with unease.

She was not particularly versed in alchemy, so she naturally did not understand the other party's intentions. Yet merely from the reactions of those around her, she could already sense the severity of the situation.

"Ninth-grade," Elder Lin murmured in horror.

The two quiet words seemed to carry immense weight. Xun'er's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints, and she could scarcely believe her