With Jiang Lin volunteering to step forward and his powerful martial soul backing him up, the gloom vanished from everyone's faces.
One after another, they summoned their martial souls and began discussing tactics.
Half an hour passed. Under Jiang Lin's deliberate direction, Ning Rongrong took her place at the rear to buff everyone, while Xiao Xun stayed beside her to protect her.
As for Jiang Lin himself, he would use his martial soul to restrain Zhao Wuji, while Zhu Zhuqing stayed beside him to handle any unexpected developments. That left Tang San as their main attacker.
A smile appeared on Jiang Lin's face. Although he couldn't kill Tang San, he could certainly make life miserable for him by arranging an accident that left him gravely injured as soon as he enrolled.
Tang San felt that something about these arrangements was off, but he couldn't pinpoint the problem, so he had no choice but to follow Jiang Lin's plan.
"Teacher Zhao, they're ready."
Dai Mubai approached Zhao Wuji to let him know.
"Mm. Since you're ready, let's begin."
Zhao Wuji rose from his chair, then casually flicked his hand, driving an incense stick firmly into the wooden table.
His gaze swept casually over the group, and a terrifying aura of soul power slowly enveloped them.
"Mubai has already explained the rules, right? You have until this incense stick burns out, and you must stay within this clearing. If even one of you can last against me until then, you'll pass the final assessment, and the academy will cover all your cultivation expenses from now on."
"Otherwise, you'll count as ordinary students and have to pay three thousand Gold Soul Coins a year in tuition."
Everyone merely nodded, raising no questions.
"In that case, the assessment begins now!"
At Zhao Wuji's command,