Victory!

"Really?"

Su Yu raised his brows with a smile, his gaze suddenly turning sharp.

Before his words had even faded, he curled his fingers, and the two clones instantly dissolved into specks of light.

The hovering Demon Slaying Sword and Trapping Immortal Sword flew to his side at the same time like birds returning to their nest.

The Three Immortal Swords formed a triangular formation, crimson, dark blue, and bright yellow sword qi rising from their blades respectively.

The three currents intertwined, and the original bloody vortex suddenly expanded.

The bloody vortex transformed into a massive wheel of light woven from three colors, sweeping up dust that filled the sky.

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face instantly froze, and his pupils contracted sharply.

This aura was actually several times more powerful than the Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens just now!

He had just opened his mouth to say, "Enough, you've passed the test," when the tricolored vortex crashed toward him like a falling meteor.

"Boom—!"

Amid the deafening explosion, the phantom of the Vajra Bear's paw trembled violently. Its metallic sheen dimmed at a visible rate, and cracks spread outward from its center.

In the blink of an eye, a crisp crack rang out, and the seemingly indestructible defense was forcibly torn apart!

Zhao Wuji's heart shook violently. Before he could react, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly flared in his left chest, as though he had been brutally scorched by a red-hot branding iron.

He looked down and saw the tip of the Immortal Slaying Sword pressed against his chest. The next second, his left chest was pierced through.

A tremendous impact surged from the sword tip, striking Zhao Wuji like a heavy hammer.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

He slammed heavily into a tree trunk dozens of meters away, bending the bowl-thick trunk nearly to the point of snapping.

Su Yu sheathed his sword and stood tall. The Three Immortal Swords hovered behind him as the tricolored sword qi on their blades slowly faded.

Looking at Zhao Wuji struggling to sit up in the distance, he cupped his hands.

"Teacher Zhao, thank you for going easy on me."

Zhao Wuji covered his chest and coughed twice. When he looked up at Su Yu, his eyes held not only shock, but even more undisguised admiration.

"Good lad... you really did it!"

Zhao Wuji moved the hand covering his chest, revealing a bloody hole on his left breast as wide as a finger and about a centimeter deep.

Blood slowly seeped from the wound, staining the front of his clothes red.

"You brat, good thing you held back at the end. Otherwise, Old Zhao's life might've ended right there."

He grinned, his tone carrying some lingering fear but not the slightest anger.

Hearing this, Su Yu looked even more embarrassed and hurriedly stepped forward.

A gentle strand of Soul Power condensed at his fingertips. He lightly brushed Zhao Wuji's wound and completely drew back the lingering sword qi from his flesh.

"Teacher Zhao, I'm truly sorry. Although I've practiced this move for a long time, it was my first time using it in actual combat. I didn't control the force well enough. Fortunately, I stopped in time."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, pushed himself up from the ground, and slowly walked to a stone chair nearby while holding his chest. After catching his breath twice, he said,

"It's nothing, just a flesh wound."

"But you really are a monster—at your age, reaching Soul Ancestor would already be impressive enough, yet you actually possess such formidable combat strength."

"Teacher Zhao, you underestimated me," Su Yu quickly said.

"If you had gone all out from the start, I definitely wouldn't have lasted a single move."

"Haha, you brat, you really know how to talk."

Amused, Zhao Wuji waved his hand. "All right, you've passed the test."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ning Rongrong and the others nearby as his tone grew more serious.

"As for the tests for the rest of you..."

He looked at Dai Mubai and called out loudly,

"Dai Mubai, you'll be responsible for their final test!"

Only after Zhao Wuji said this did everyone finally begin to recover from their earlier shock.

What had they just witnessed?

Su Yu, a Soul Ancestor, had defeated the Immovable Wisdom King, a Soul Saint?

Dai Mubai froze for a moment, then straightened his back and answered solemnly,

"Yes, Teacher Zhao!"

Flender walked forward with a smile on his face.

He had initially feared that Su Yu was all show and no substance, but it turned out that this kid was the true treasure!

As for Zhao Wuji's injury, he had already informed Shao Xin. Shao Xin would probably arrive shortly.

By then, everyone had also calmed down from their shock.

Dai Mubai walked up to them.

"Teacher Zhao is injured, so I'll be conducting the test now."

"The requirement is simple. Fight me and last one incense stick's worth of time against me."

"Tang San, you don't need to take the test. I already experienced your strength yesterday."

Dai Mubai then tested Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu.

He had originally intended to go easy on the two girls, but to his surprise, both of them were very strong.

Xiao Wu in particular—her Second Spirit Skill, Charm, was a rare mental control spirit skill.

Combined with Xiao Wu's fighting methods, it was extremely difficult to counter.

Ning Rongrong had yet to be tested, and Dai Mubai had no idea how to test her for a moment.

The Dean had only taught him how to test Battle Soul Masters and Control System Soul Masters. How was he supposed to test a Support System Soul Master?

Dai Mubai turned his gaze toward Flender.

Flender gave a light cough and walked over.

"Ning Rongrong doesn't need to take the test. The support abilities of her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda are universally acknowledged as powerful."

As soon as Flender finished speaking, Ning Rongrong was the first to object.

"Dean Flender, I can take the test too!"

"Nonsense. You're a Support System Soul Master. How are you supposed to take the test?"

"Dean Flender!"

"Enough, it's decided!"

Flender looked at Ning Rongrong and directly settled the matter.

Su Yu stepped forward at that moment. "Dean Flender, let Rongrong try! Rongrong isn't an ordinary Support System Soul Master!"

"Su Yu? You're joining in this nonsense too? How could a Support System Soul Master have any combat ability?"

"Dean Flender, just trust me!"

Seeing Su Yu's certainty, Flender had no choice but to agree to let Ning Rongrong take the test.

"Dai Mubai, keep it to sparring in the next test!"

"Yes, Dean!"

Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong walked off to one side.

"Ning Rongrong, you're a Support System Soul Master. Just obediently be a support. Fighting isn't suited for you!"

"Hmph, don't underestimate me. I'm not one of those delicate Support System Soul Masters!"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong summoned her Martial Soul and directly boosted herself.

"Seven Treasures Famous, First: Strength! Second: Speed!"

Two streams of seven-colored light entered Ning Rongrong's body.

Ning Rongrong held the Immortal Slaying Sword in her right hand, spun it in a flourish, and looked at Dai Mubai.

"Come on!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's stance, Dai Mubai stopped putting on airs and directly used White Tiger Possession before charging at her.

She was just a Support System Soul Master. He could handle a whole pile of them with one hand.

With that thought, Dai Mubai slashed a claw at Ning Rongrong.

Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu closed their eyes somewhat unwillingly to watch.