A Single Punch, Instant Kill of a Spirit Soul Realm Expert—Despair-Inducing Strength!

If he remembered correctly,

this was the first time Qing Luo had checked in for an artifact-type reward from the system.

The Myriad Soul Banner,

nourished by living souls, forging the glory of the Demonic Path!

The more living souls it contained, the greater the power it could unleash.

It was an artifact with unlimited stacking potential.

In the Great Thousand World, it would rank as a Primordial Sacred Artifact or even a primordial ominous artifact—absolutely one of the finest artifacts!

Moreover,

Qing Luo did not need to worry about the old monsters of the Great Thousand World setting their eyes on the Myriad Soul Banner.

The Myriad Soul Banner's power came from the living souls contained within it.

The Myriad Soul Banner rewarded by the system

was completely empty, without a single living soul. It was clearly a brand-new premium product.

The only troublesome part was that

although there were many students in the Northern Cang Realm, they were all prodigies from various places. If he started slaughtering people wantonly, he would invite unnecessary trouble.

He might even provoke the dissatisfaction of Northern Cang Academy.

If things went badly, they might treat him as an evil cultivator and eliminate him. That was not impossible.

While Qing Luo contemplated how to use the Myriad Soul Banner,

before the stone monument,

dazzling rays of light erupted one after another.

As a golden beam emerged, it directly set the Thousand-Foot Platform ablaze.

It was a richly dressed youth, high-spirited and vigorous, his eyes as brilliant as blazing suns. Merely standing there, he radiated an aura that inspired awe.

"It's King Zhou Ling..."

"One of the crowned kings from the Spirit Road, with a Core Quota!"

As that golden light appeared,

some of the experts who had come from the Spirit Road recognized the identity of the richly dressed youth. Their eyes filled with deep reverence and apprehension.

King Zhou Ling!

One of the final crowned kings of the Spirit Road...

Though he could not compare to monstrous geniuses like Ji Xuan, Luo Li, and Wen Xuan, who had the qualifications to contend for the championship,

he was still a terrifying existence they could neither catch up to nor surpass.

With the appearance of King Zhou Ling, a core student,

the following aptitude evaluations seemed rather ordinary.

Very quickly,

all the students on the platform received their potential evaluations.

At the Reception Platform alone, there was one Core Quota, four Seed Quotas, and the rest were ordinary quotas.

After everyone had been evaluated, the old man finally said unhurriedly,

"According to the rules, all students whose marks are below Level Four will ultimately be eliminated. In other words, only one of you is qualified to enter Northern Spirit Academy."

Hiss—

"Only one..."

"Northern Spirit Academy's assessment standards are really outrageous!"

Upon hearing the old man's words,

a wave of exclamations rose from the platform once more.

"However, the symbols of your grade evaluations are not fixed. By searching for Natural Treasures and hunting Spirit Beasts, the marks on your foreheads will absorb some Spiritual Energy, allowing them to level up."

"Besides that, you may also plunder the Spiritual Energy within other students' marks. This will allow your mark levels to rise rapidly."

As the old man explained these rules, his voice carried a strong hint of mockery,

like an old fox tempting people into committing crimes.

It seemed that

he could already imagine the scenes that would follow.

Every Northern Cang Realm assessment had seen cases where even holders of Core Quotas were eliminated...

For a time,

the sprawling Thousand-Foot Platform was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Everyone became more guarded and wary of one another, each stepping back slightly to widen the distance between themselves and the others.

It was as though someone might strike at any moment and seize the Spiritual Energy marks belonging to others.

"At the end of the assessment, the levels of your marks will determine your status in Northern Cang Academy, as well as how much nurturing you are worth.

Therefore,

if you do not wish to be eliminated, little ones, work hard to raise the levels of your marks. This old man will await your arrival at Northern Cang Hall...

At that time, whether your potential is worthy of Northern Spirit Academy's focused cultivation will truly be revealed."

"Alright... I've talked enough. This old man hereby announces that the Northern Cang Academy assessment officially begins!"

As the old man's voice fell,

the old man's phantom reflected in the sky gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

For a time,

an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire Thousand-Foot Platform.

Everyone was wary of one another as they gathered together, while those who were alone gradually drifted to the edges, trying not to attract attention.

In only a few moments,

a massive group formed in the center of the Thousand-Foot Platform.

That group

was centered around King Zhou Ling.

Three holders of Seed Quotas and nearly a hundred followers clustered around him.

Their group

occupied the core area of the entire Thousand-Foot Platform...

Around their group,

a virtual vacuum had formed. In the center of the enormous Thousand-Foot Platform, there were almost no other figures left.

Except for one...

Looking at that familiar figure standing proudly alone, Mu Chen's mouth went dry. He wanted to go over and give him a warning,

but after thinking about it, he withdrew his steps.

With that guy's methods, he probably doesn't need my reminder.

Just as Mu Chen was about to leave,

he saw a youth with a Seed Quota from King Zhou Ling's group walking toward Qing Luo.

Seeing this,

Mu Chen stopped curiously and watched the scene unfold.

He was not worried about Qing Luo.

He wanted to see who was stronger: these Seed Quota holders of Northern Cang Academy, crowned kings who had emerged from the Spirit Road, or Qing Luo!

"I'm Wang Zhong from Great Yan Spirit Academy."

Wang Zhong came before Qing Luo and pointed at the approaching group as he said,

"We've all joined King Zhou Ling's Zhou Gang. King Zhou asked me to ask whether you want to join us."

"King Zhou... Never heard of him. Not interested!"

Qing Luo replied indifferently.

At those words, Wang Zhong could not help frowning.

Qing Luo's rejection made him lose face.

After all, King Zhou Ling was watching from behind. This was the first task he had received after joining the Zhou Gang...

"Kid, I'll give you one more chance. According to the rules of the Northern Cang Realm, if you don't want to be eliminated, then be smart about this!"

Wang Zhong threatened.

"I refuse."

Qing Luo looked at him mockingly.

"You're really infuriating..."

Wang Zhong's expression darkened. He clearly had not expected Qing Luo to be so uncooperative...

"If you refuse, then there's no need for your Spiritual Energy mark to exist!"

"Great Yan Burning Heaven Fist!"

Wang Zhong roared.

Scorching Spiritual Energy surged and boiled around him, and the Pressure of the Spirit Soul Realm instantly spread out.

He swung his right fist.

Wrapped in raging flames, it crashed down upon Qing Luo with an absolutely invincible momentum.

"Spirit Soul Realm..."

Feeling the youth attack Qing Luo, Mu Chen could not help clicking his tongue. Is this the strength of a Seed Quota holder? It really is terrifying...

However,

in the next instant, Mu Chen's pupils contracted as he froze on the spot.

Boom—

Qing Luo swung his right fist, and vast Purple Qi swept forth.

The Seed Quota holder who had provoked Qing Luo was struck until his body turned ethereal, vanishing from the Northern Spirit Realm.

Streams of Spiritual Energy flowed into the mark on Qing Luo's forehead,

causing his originally dark-red mark to grow even brighter...

"Holy crap..."

"One punch? He instantly killed a Spirit Soul Realm expert?!"

"He must have triggered the laws of this realm. That Seed Quota holder was directly blasted out of the Northern Cang Realm!"

The students who had yet to leave the Thousand-Foot Platform

could not help drawing sharp breaths when they saw this scene, breaking into waves of astonished exclamations.

Such strength truly drove people to despair...