The Dark Sacred Dragon, an Elder Dragon Clan martial soul, possessed a bloodline above all beast martial souls in the world. Meng Shenji's famed Black Demon martial soul was even one of its food sources.
A dignified Level 86 peak Soul Douluo and chief education committee member of Heaven Dou Royal Academy had actually suffered a complete loss at the hands of a mere Level 49 Soul Ancestor!
"Enough! Zhi Lin, stop at once!"
Meng Shenji forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, his cold shout ringing through the hall.
For the first time, a trace of frustration and regret appeared in his deep-set eyes.
He had been too impatient and too overconfident just now.
Relying on his status as a top powerhouse of the older generation, he had insisted on applying pressure layer by layer to test Ao Yin's limits. In the end, it was his own rash advance that left him coughing up blood in embarrassment.
Bai Baoshan, who had watched the entire exchange from the side, was already dumbfounded. Turbulent waves surged through his heart, and his face was filled with utter disbelief.
This youth before him was merely a Soul Ancestor in his forties!
Whether in realm, years of cultivation, or foundation, he was nowhere near comparable to a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.
Yet such a young junior had actually forced Chief Education Committee Member Meng Shenji into such a loss of composure?
Was that even right?
The atmosphere in the education committee hall instantly became subtle and stifling.
Flender stood before the group. Looking at Meng Shenji's bloodstained lips and livid face, then at the stunned and shaken Zhi Lin and Bai Baoshan beside him, his body stiffened and his heart leaped into his throat.
He did not dare hesitate in the slightest and immediately shouted