Gathered

"Ha! I am Xiao Ziming of the Modu Xiao Family! Monster, die!"

Xiao Ziming made a dazzling entrance, sword in hand.

"Get lost. I don't have time for you right now."

Jiang Yan sent Xiao Ziming flying with a slap, treating him like some stray by the roadside.

Not far away, Shang Xingren rubbed his forehead speechlessly. The Battle Intent that had just flared up instantly dissipated.

Jiang Yan's ill-intentioned gaze turned toward the organizers of those crusading squads.

Good grief, after munching on gossip all day, it had somehow landed on his own head?

Jiang Yan shot forward, arriving before a male examinee in an instant.

"B-Big brother, don't come any closer."

"Hehe, that's not up to you."

With one slap from Jiang Yan, the other party sank into premium-quality sleep.

He continued chasing the remaining people.

The group scattered and fled, staging a game of cat chasing mouse across the pitch-black plain.

Before long, he had knocked out more than a dozen people. Without even having time to collect their Scoreboards, he immediately went after the rest.

"Everyone, stop running! He's only one person! If we join forces, we won't lose!"

Bang!

Jiang Yan knocked that person to the ground with a single slash.

It was a complete and utter crushing. The viewers hurriedly climbed out of bed and did two push-ups before daring to continue watching the livestream.

He was practically Superman!

One hour later.

Jiang Yan sheathed his blade in satisfaction and began leisurely sorting through the spoils on the spot.

One scoreboard after another, his points kept rising, swelling to the point where there was no longer any need to count them.

Even if Jiang Yan did nothing from now on, he could still take first place in the third round of the exam with these points.

For him, this exam was already over.

First place in all three rounds—this had never happened in the entire history of Blue Star's College Entrance Exam.

He stretched lazily, no longer interested in harvesting more points. Scores no longer held any meaning for him.

At that moment, Shang Xingren emerged from the night.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"Jiang Yan. What is it?"

Shang Xingren took a deep breath, and Battle Intent surged in his eyes once more:

"I challenge you!"

"No."

Jiang Yan refused decisively.

"You..." Shang Xingren choked on his words and asked, "Why?"

Jiang Yan said, "You're too weak."

Shang Xingren was struck as if by lightning.

"What about me?" Xiao Ziming, who had just been slapped away, stepped forward.

Jiang Yan glanced at him and said blandly, "You're even worse."

Xiao Ziming was struck as if by lightning.

Shang Xingren took delight in his misfortune.

Jiang Yan looked utterly uninterested.

"What about me?"

A cold voice rang out. A woman approached with a spear in hand, the sharpness in her gaze making her resemble a female war goddess long tempered on the battlefield.

"And this humble Daoist."

His voice was gentle as a young man in Daoist robes emerged from the night.

Shang Xingren of the Divine Capital Shang Family, currently fourth on the points leaderboard, a mid-Xiantian martial artist.

Li Qingle of the Modu Li Family, currently fifth on the points leaderboard, an early-Xiantian martial artist.

Xiao Ziming of the Modu Xiao Family, currently second on the points leaderboard, a mid-Xiantian martial artist.

Zhang Daoran, disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, currently fifteenth on the points leaderboard, a mid-Xiantian martial artist.

Unemployed drifter of Linjiang City—Jiang Yan!

Li Qingle raised her spear tip, her cold gaze meeting Jiang Yan's directly.

"You're strong. Fight me."

Zhang Daoran took a step forward. An intangible Dao aura radiated from around him as he smiled at Jiang Yan. "This humble Daoist would also like to witness your brilliant techniques, sir."

Li Qingle's delicate brows furrowed as she looked at Zhang Daoran displeasedly. "I was here first."

Zhang Daoran smiled at her, bowed slightly, and took one step back.

"Please."

"Hey, what about me? Wasn't I here first? No matter what, it shouldn't be your turn before some woman, should it?"

Xiao Ziming jumped out.

Li Qingle said nothing, merely pointing her spear tip at Xiao Ziming. Her meaning was obvious.

"Heh, quite arrogant."

Xiao Ziming refused to yield. The longsword in his hand gave off a pre-battle hum.

They were actually arguing over who had the right to challenge Jiang Yan first.

The exam reached a fever pitch. The male and female commentators began explaining with all their might.

"Alright, four examinees ranked in the top ten have now challenged Jiang Yan. Who will Jiang Yan choose?"

"Of those present, Li Qingle has the lowest cultivation level, but do not underestimate her. In her earlier battles, she displayed Spear Momentum!"

"That's right. I hear Li Qingle was sent by her Lineage to train on the Starry Sky Battlefield. Her combat experience is extraordinary, and at such a young age, she has already tempered Spear Momentum. She will surely become a grandmaster of the spear path in the future!"

"With that, Li Qingle can completely make up for her lack of cultivation level with her unfathomable Spear Momentum. This battle looks set to be extremely tense~"

Li Qingle and Xiao Ziming did not get along, and the atmosphere had now reached the point of drawn swords and bent bows.

"Say, can't you all come at me together?" Jiang Yan yawned, speaking with a hint of boredom.

"Don't push people too far! I was careless just now, which was why you sent me flying. Do you really think having a bit of strength makes you so great?"

Xiao Ziming could not stand Jiang Yan's provocative words. In his eyes, winning only by joining hands with others held no meaning at all; it was instead another kind of humiliation.

Jiang Yan said nothing. His figure nearly teleported before Xiao Ziming.

"Fine. You, then."

Xiao Ziming sneered. "A wise choice."

Li Qingle took a step back, displeasure showing on her face because Jiang Yan had not chosen her first.

By comparison, Zhang Daoran was rather casual. He retreated several paces to make room for their battle.

Xiao Ziming drew his sword. This time, he was not careless in the slightest. White spiritual energy flowed from within him, wrapping around his blade as invisible sharpness revealed itself in full.

Blazing Sword Might, descend!

Xiao Ziming's aura suddenly surged, and a towering phantom appeared behind him.

As Xiao Ziming swung his sword, the phantom behind him swung as well. The violent sword strike came roaring forth, carrying Xiao Ziming's unique understanding of the sword.

Jiang Yan closed in with his blade, the alloy saber wrapped in lightning slashing toward that phantom.

Blade and sword collided, producing a piercing shriek.

After only one exchange, every muscle in Xiao Ziming's body trembled as he felt enormous force transmitted through his sword.

"Not good!"

Xiao Ziming decisively chose to let go. The longsword in his hand shot away and vanished without a trace.

He panted heavily, having never expected the other party's strength to be so overwhelming.

Not only that, Xiao Ziming felt a strange force coming from Jiang Yan's blade. He had a premonition that if he had not released his sword, his right hand would have been shattered by that mysterious force.

"Damn it! Not only is his strength far beyond mine, even his techniques are so strange. What kind of monster is this guy?"

Xiao Ziming shook his somewhat numb hand and mobilized the "qi" he had absorbed into his body after breaking through to Xiantian.

Its sharpness grew even greater.

The phantom slashed out with a sword from thin air.

Jiang Yan answered in kind, swinging his blade as well. Metal Origin burst forth, intertwining with lightning, as Purple-Gold Lightning swept through everything in its path.