The next day, early morning.
Dawn was faint, and white mist hung in the air.
Jianghai Martial Arts Academy.
The morning air was cool and crisp. Students rushing to their eight o'clock classes walked through the campus and between the teaching buildings, brimming with youthful energy.
At the top floor of Soaring Ascension Building, the tallest building.
Old Li stood by the window, looking down over the entire campus, his expression as grave as still water.
Over the past few days, the events at the neighboring Ningchuan Martial Arts Academy had continued to ferment.
News of Huyan Jian challenging all of Ningchuan Academy alone, with nothing but a sword in hand, had spread across the internet nationwide.
Now, netizens across the country were all watching his next move.
"Next... it'll be Jianghai Academy's turn."
Old Li let out a long sigh and slowly lowered his head to look at the phone in his hand.
At that moment.
A video of Huyan Jian challenging Ningchuan Academy was playing on his phone.
As the progress bar moved forward.
Huyan Jian appeared on the screen.
He was bare-chested, exposing explosively defined muscles. The muscles on his back stood out in distinct blocks, while his beard and hair flared wildly, making him look like a Netherworld Fiend.
He gripped a thick wooden staff in his right hand, using it as a sword.
With that alone, he had challenged all of Ningchuan Academy.
At his feet lay Ningchuan Academy's top genius, coughing blood, long stripped of his former high spirits.
They had once clashed swords, unleashing their respective sword arts and pitting their sword intents against each other.
Yet in no more than an instant, that Ningchuan Academy genius had been sent flying. Huyan Jian had won the battle with overwhelming ease.
That was what