"I never signed that paper. It belongs in the toilet."
"What the hell is this 'common will of the Five Great Academies'?"
"Supreme Judgment? Hah, what a show of power."
"The rules of the Spirit Road can bind flood dragons above and lock down beasts below; they can imprison all living things. But they can't restrain me, Mu Chen, whose veins run with the blood of the Hundred Spirits Royal Clan!"
His powerful words rang across the mountains again and again, carrying the spirit of "pointing to the land, stirring up words, and treating the marquises of old like dirt."
They were filled with a young man's passion and vigor, with the certainty of a heaven-ordained destiny.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck, at that impassioned Hundred Spirits Youth.
They were shocked, yet their blood was boiling. An indescribable feeling shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads, making them wish they could take his place.
The young were always passionate. Their blood had yet to cool.
The white-robed Supreme's face was as dark as water, his chest heaving sharply.
Only one thought thundered through his mind, impossible to shake: How dare he? How dare Mu Chen? How dare this mere Sensing Realm brat?!!
The other Supremes looked just as displeased.
Mu Chen's accusation wasn't aimed at the Holy Spirit Academy alone. He'd swept in all Five Great Academies, including Qingtian Academy and Wanhuang Academy, firing a shot at the whole lot of them.
No matter how much they admired him, being called "trash, trash" to their faces was hard to swallow. Not everyone had a temper that mild.
The Supremes, who were usually treated with the utmost reverence, had never suffered such humiliation.
"That's enough, Mu Chen! Shut your mouth!"
The Supreme of the Holy Spirit