"Rongrong, stand farther back," Ao Yin instructed quietly.
Ning Rongrong immediately retreated to watch the fight.
She had personally seen Ao Yin go head-to-head with Zhao Wuji, a level seventy-six Soul Sage, and had absolute faith in his strength.
Ao Yin watched the incoming flames without the slightest fear.
"Flames? I've got those too!"
"First Soul Skill—Red Tide!"
A crimson sea of fire spread out, engulfing the entire battleground.
Ao Yin shifted his steps and unleashed Mist Step, his body turning into an afterimage as he charged forward in an instant.
The Coiling Dragon Staff suddenly expanded, the Dark Sacred Dragon clinging to it as he swung it fiercely sideways.
Clang!
The deafening impact rang out.
Ma Hongjun's prized Phoenix Fire Line was snapped in two by a single strike, flames scattering in every direction.
Ma Hongjun's expression changed drastically. He no longer dared underestimate Ao Yin in the slightest.
But Ao Yin was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed right in front of him.
The thick Coiling Dragon Staff slowly pressed down, its tip stopping above Ma Hongjun's crown.
If it dropped even another inch, it could smash him to the ground.
Cold sweat streamed down Ma Hongjun's forehead, and his heart pounded wildly.
He was utterly horrified. This guy's speed and strength are both absurd. Could he already be a Soul Ancestor?
The enormous commotion quickly drew the attention of the academy.
Dai Mubai arrived at once. The moment he saw Ao Yin's Coiling Dragon Staff pointed at Ma Hongjun's head, he let out a helpless sigh.
"You damn fatty, who couldn't you provoke? Why did you have to mess with Ao Yin? He's a monster who can even go head-to-head with Teacher Zhao!"
Dai Mubai stepped forward and sternly rebuked Ma Hongjun.