Chen Feng Alone Suppresses Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

Seeing this, Shi Yan's smug expression deepened.

"Today, I'll be the one to challenge you."

"If you can't even beat me, get out of Heaven Dou Royal Academy at once, so you don't embarrass yourself!"

"A challenge?"

The corners of Chen Feng's lips lifted slightly into an amused smile.

Seeing Chen Feng's attitude, Shi Yan felt as though he had been slighted.

"Judging by your build, you should be an agility-type soul master, right?"

Shi Yan snorted coldly and arrogantly patted his chest.

"Unfortunately, before my Black Tortoise martial soul, your speed is useless."

As his Soul Rings emerged, a layer of thick gray scales appeared over Shi Yan's skin, and his entire body radiated an aura as heavy as a mountain.

The surrounding disciples quickly backed away, their faces full of schadenfreude.

"Senior Shi Yan's Black Tortoise martial soul has incredible defense, and his strength is even more terrifying."

"Though it cannot compare to a true top-tier martial soul, he is still one of the strongest in the academy."

"This man in white is done for. I can't wait to see Senior Shi Yan send him flying with one punch."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, all waiting to see Chen Feng make a fool of himself.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling retreated to the side.

"Lingling, who do you think will win?"

Dugu Yan asked softly.

Ye Lingling said nothing. She merely watched the white-clad figure who remained calm and composed despite the crushing pressure.

Chen Feng stood where he was without even summoning his martial soul, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Make your move."

Chen Feng spoke indifferently.

Seeing that Chen Feng did not even summon his martial soul, Shi Yan's anger was instantly ignited.

"Arrogant fool!"

"Third Soul Skill, Rock-Blasting Fist!"

The third purple Soul Ring beneath Shi Yan's feet shone brilliantly.

Powerful earth-attribute soul power condensed around Shi Yan's right fist, forming a massive rock gauntlet.

Shi Yan suddenly stepped forward, and countless cracks spread across the ground beneath the crushing force.

A violent gust from his fist howled as it hurtled straight toward Chen Feng's face.

This punch was tremendously powerful, and even the air let out a dull explosive boom.

The surrounding disciples held their breath, eagerly awaiting the moment of Chen Feng's defeat.

Chen Feng's expression was as calm as still water.

The enormous rock fist was about to strike him.

Chen Feng brought the fingers of his right hand together into a sword gesture and flicked them lightly.

The Azure Lotus Sword at his waist remained sheathed.

Yet—

A brilliant azure radiance instantly bloomed from its hilt.

Wild, peerless azure sword qi poured from Chen Feng's fingertips without warning, like a surging river.

The sword qi was vast and mighty, carrying the domineering sharpness to sever everything in its path.

Shi Yan's seemingly indestructible rock gauntlet collapsed and disintegrated like melting snow the instant it came into contact with the azure sword qi.

"What?!"

Shi Yan's face changed drastically.

Before he could react at all—

The lingering force of the violent sword qi had already slammed fiercely into his chest.

Bang!

A dull, thunderous boom rang out.

Shi Yan's burly body was sent flying like a kite with its string cut.

He traced a long arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the grass dozens of meters away.

The ground was smashed into a large crater, dirt spraying everywhere.

Shi Yan's face went pale. He struggled to get up, but ultimately spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

For a moment—

The entire tree-lined path fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's expressions froze.

The watching disciples stared wide-eyed, their minds completely blank.

"Shi Yan lost?"

"He was completely defeated in just one move?"

"He didn't even summon his martial soul or use a Soul Skill?"

Disbelieving exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Such strength was simply terrifying beyond measure.

Chen Feng stood with his hands behind his back. His robes fluttered wildly in the lingering sword qi, yet not a speck of dust touched them.

His entire bearing was like that of an otherworldly immortal.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling stared at the white-clad figure, their beautiful eyes filled with shock.

The surroundings remained silent.

Dugu Yan rubbed her eyes, astonishment filling her beautiful gaze.

Ye Lingling likewise fixed her eyes on the man in white, waiting for an answer.

Chen Feng brushed his sleeve, his tone casual.

"Level forty-seven, Battle Soul Ancestor."

As his words fell, four Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet. Two yellow and two purple rings shone together amid the Azure Lotus Sword Qi.

The air along the tree-lined path instantly froze.

"Level forty-seven?"

"He looks only thirteen or fourteen. How could he possibly be a level forty-seven Soul Ancestor?"

"A genius—he is absolutely a monstrous talent defying the heavens!"

Cries of shock rose one after another.

The watching disciples turned pale. Their earlier mockery and disdain vanished instantly, replaced by endless fear.

Reaching level forty-seven at such an age was unprecedented even across all of Soul Land.

In the muddy crater—

Shi Yan clutched his chest and struggled to his feet.

"I wasn't prepared just now. You caught me off guard with a sneak attack. I refuse to accept this!"

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, a trace of amusement flashing through his gaze.

"If you refuse to accept it, then come at me together. Save us some time."

Arrogant.

Utterly arrogant.

The male disciples watching one another, their eyes burning with anger.

"You brought this upon yourself!"

"Everyone, attack together! Teach this connection-backed brat a lesson!"

The light of martial souls instantly blossomed across the tree-lined path.

Dozens of Soul Rings shone together as violent waves of soul power swept outward.

Dozens of elite disciples from Heaven Dou Royal Academy attacked at once, their various Soul Skills blazing with dazzling light as they rained down upon Chen Feng.

Standing at the center of the storm, Chen Feng remained composed. He formed a sword gesture with his right hand, and azure sword qi howled forth once more.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the team's private lounge.

Yu Tianheng stood before the window with his hands behind his back, his expression proud.

"I heard a newcomer from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is arriving today?"

Yu Feng sat by the table, idly playing with a feather in his hand as he nodded with a smile.

"That's right. I heard he was forcibly shoved in through the sect's connections."

Yu Tianheng smiled disdainfully.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may be one of the Upper Three Sects, but how could its combat strength compare to that of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

"No matter who comes, no one can shake my position as captain of the Imperial Dou Team."

Shi Mo, seated nearby, spoke in agreement.

"The boss is right. That kid is nothing but a freeloader."

Just then, the door was violently pushed open.

A reserve team member rushed in frantically. He was running so fast that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

"Bad news, Boss Yu!"

Yu Tianheng frowned slightly, somewhat displeased.

"What are you panicking for? What happened?"

The disciple who had brought the news panted heavily before hurriedly speaking.

"That newcomer, Chen Feng, beat Shi Yan senseless on the tree-lined path!"

Shi Mo abruptly rose to his feet, his face instantly darkening.

"What did you say?"

Yu Tianheng pressed a hand onto Shi Mo's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"What about the others? Did they just let that brat run wild in the academy?"

The disciple's face twisted bitterly, his expression awkward.

"Everyone disliked that brat, so they surrounded and attacked him together."

"And then..."

"And then Chen Feng beat them all up by himself! They're lying all over the ground now!"