Even as a New Student, Though I Must Restrain the Myriad Soul Banner, I Can Still Suppress Them with a Flick of My Hand!

Whoosh—

A fierce wind suddenly rose within the towering hall,

Seeing their companion suffer a setback, the two older students could not stand by any longer and attacked together.

One of them summoned torrents of wild wind into a tornado, from which a terrifying tearing force spread violently.

Buzz—

As the tornado spread, a sharp, domineering surge of Spiritual Energy erupted beneath the dome once more.

Spiritual Energy burst forth from the older student's body,

transforming into streams of golden feathers around his Whole Body, radiating incomparable sharpness beneath a bath of Golden Light. Its momentum was overwhelming!

"New students should act like new students!"

"You should just honestly go through the process. Why insist on coming out and causing trouble?!"

As they spoke,

the violent tornado transformed into a palm print that filled the heavens, facing off against feathers that filled the sky. Even from afar, its might made An Ran's expression turn exceptionally solemn.

"It's the Great Demon Wind Palm!"

"Wind Forest Fire Mountain!"

The guide in the distance could not help but contract his pupils at the sight,

recognizing the Spiritual Arts used by these two older students.

Both had reached the level of quasi-god-tier Spiritual Arts. With the two arts unleashed simultaneously, even those in the Heaven Fusion Realm would have to avoid their edge!

"There's nothing wrong with me except that I never listen to advice and don't respect the old. Whoever tries to throw their weight around because of their age, I'll beat them up!"

Qing Luo gazed at the palm print and feathers of incomparable might, his eyes growing ever colder.

"Thunder Emperor Treasure Arts—Thunder Emperor Fist!"

Qing Luo clenched his right hand into a fist.

In an instant!

Muffled thunder exploded beneath the dome. Dazzling, blinding light accompanied rolling thunder as it spread from Qing Luo's right fist.

Boom—

As Qing Luo threw his punch, his right fist, wreathed in thunder, descended like a blazing sun.

As Thunder Serpents surged, an incomparably domineering, primordial aura, along with a silhouette as imposing as thunder itself, was reflected in countless eyes.

Rumble—

At the instant of impact, the entire world seemed to tremble.

Explosive bursts of thunder spread wildly,

and some of those standing close to the battle were directly blown away by that terrifying Pressure, their faces instantly paling.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Realizing the older students could not withstand him,

for a moment,

three more older students stepped into the air and joined the battle.

"Great Sun Flame Finger!"

"Spirit Emperor Fist!"

"Withered Wood Dharma Wheel!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

As several quasi-god-tier Spiritual Arts appeared, the already trembling hall shook even more fiercely.

The magnificent dome seemed unable to bear it,

cracks spreading across it.

"A battle of attrition? Come at me together. Even as a new student, though I must restrain the Myriad Soul Banner, I can still suppress you with a flick of my hand!"

"Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd!"

Qing Luo's gaze was indifferent as he suddenly clenched his hand.

Rumble—

From the violent thunder, a several-zhang battle halberd formed entirely from lightning appeared in Qing Luo's grasp.

Qing Luo held the Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd horizontally behind his back.

Grasping its shaft with both hands, the several-zhang-long Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd bent in his hands like a great bow drawn to its limit!

"Suppress!"

Qing Luo swept his indifferent eyes over the crowd and shouted softly.

The bent Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd abruptly snapped straight, sweeping toward the charging older students with unmatched force.

Rumble—

Wherever the Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd passed,

endless lightning spread, turning this place into a forbidden Thunder Pool.

The Pressure produced by the terrifying collision in the heavens spread outward.

In its wake,

even the sturdy white jade floor shattered with countless cracks.

Though Northern Cang Hall was vast, it was still an enclosed space.

In a place like this...

the Thunder Emperor Treasure Arts Qing Luo used became even more powerful!

Such might

was no different from being struck directly by a Spiritual Art for those new students in the Spirit Soul Realm.

For the students still at the Spirit Wheel Realm Late Stage, it was lethal...

Buzz—

A powerful surge of Spiritual Energy transformed into a light barrier, separating the new students from the terrifying battlefield.

Even the guide,

after seeing the horrifying scene in the sky that resembled a Thunder Pool, wore an exceptionally grave expression.

The original plan had been a one-on-one duel.

He truly had not expected

things to develop so differently—a group of older students ganging up on one new student...

No?!

It was one new student chasing down a group of older students and beating them up!

The strength of this batch of new students was actually this terrifying...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—

As everyone stood in shock,

dull impacts rang out, and the older students were flung from the lightning storm, smashing heavily into the floor.

Watching the older students, all defeated and severely wounded, fly backward,

An Ran's beautiful eyes turned frighteningly cold.

They had been responsible for the assessment, here to teach this batch of new students a lesson...

Yet in the end,

they had been taught a lesson by a new student?!

She could sense that this new student was terrifyingly powerful. But if they admitted defeat just like this, they might as well stop showing their faces in Northern Cang Academy.

"This batch of new students truly is unexpectedly powerful!"

"But you should know when to stop!"

An Ran shouted sharply.

Her deep, vast Spiritual Energy suddenly turned violent.

A massive ice-blue eagle abruptly appeared behind her.

A startling Spiritual Energy fluctuation

immediately swept through the entire hall...

The ice-blue giant eagle was covered in ice armor, exuding a chill that seemed to freeze even the air.

The guide, Elder Bai, stared at the ice-blue giant eagle behind An Ran, his expression tightening slightly.

She had actually directly activated her Essence Soul?

The Northern Darkness Golden Pattern Eagle, ranked sixty-fifth on the Earth Ranking of the Myriad Beast Record. That new student had truly driven that girl An Ran into a corner.

As the ice-blue giant eagle appeared,

an eerie, biting chill filled the heavens, forcibly occupying half the dome where lightning raged...

Azure coldness and boiling thunder clashed fiercely in the sky,

sending terrifying shockwaves sweeping outward...

"What Essence Soul did Senior Student refine? Its coldness is even denser than that of the Ice Profound Spirit Flood Dragon..."

"I feel like my entire body is about to freeze stiff!"

Looking at the giant eagle and Thunder Pool covering the heavens,

it was not only the new students.

At this moment, everyone's eyes had long since gone numb and vacant...

They could not imagine

that a new student could fight the older students to such an extent—severely wounding nine older students and forcing An Ran, a Heaven Fusion Realm expert, to use her Essence Soul.

Even if the new student ultimately lost this match, such a record was enough to make him proud.

The name Qing Luo was destined to resound throughout Northern Cang Academy.

"This is Northern Cang Academy. To force me to activate the Northern Abyss Golden Pattern Eagle..."

Although An Ran's pretty face was cold, she had only spoken halfway when—

Rumble—

The lightning filling the sky turned into chains of order, linking heaven and earth.

Almost instantly,

Buzz—

Qing Luo used Thunder Force to teleport before An Ran.

The Thunder Emperor Battle Halberd in his hand was mere inches from her neck...

Qing Luo held the halberd in one hand, its shaft braced against his back, the weapon pointed directly at An Ran.

Lightning flickered from the halberd's blade. Amid the spreading Thunder Sea, his long robe fluttered wildly as Qing Luo stared coldly and impassively at An Ran.

Seeing that proud, upright figure...

An Ran's indifferent pupils abruptly constricted, and irrepressible fear and confusion appeared on her fair cheeks.

She had not even seen it clearly just now.

After a flash of lightning, Qing Luo had already seized absolute victory with his battle halberd in hand.

That strange movement technique...

Qing Luo's domineering and unyielding aura

made An Ran think of a Monument!

Likewise standing proudly between heaven and earth with an unstoppable long spear, he was the number one on Northern Cang Academy's Heaven Ranking.

Shen Cangsheng!

Qing Luo's figure merged with Shen Cangsheng's silhouette in her memories,

leaving An Ran unable to muster even the slightest will to resist.

"I lost..."

An Ran said, each word deliberate.

Her voice echoed,

but no sighs or mocking words followed.

The terrifying methods Qing Luo had displayed left them both despairing and delighted.

That figure standing tall like a sovereign wielding thunder would be engraved forever in everyone's hearts, impossible to erase—including those older students...