More than a dozen people spread out, each drawing the blades and swords at their waists.
They surrounded Xuan Ming in the middle.
Some charged in with iron fists, carrying the crushing pressure of shattering the void as they smashed heavily toward Xuan Ming.
Others stood with longswords in hand, their sword intent towering as the intent of tyrant swords coiled around them.
In short, all the attacks descended in an instant.
"How much chance do you think they have of winning?" Jiang Mozi looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
"Though your cultivation is gone, I imagine you still have this much discernment," Xu Zimo replied.
"Zero."
Jiang Mozi sighed. He could see it as well—these Heavenly Saint Academy students simply were not on the same level as the students of Nine Ghost Academy.
What was more, Xuan Ming was likely one of the most outstanding figures within Nine Ghost Academy.
He had only asked Xu Zimo in hopes of finding a little psychological comfort.
On the Challenge Stage, once all those attacks had fallen, Xuan Ming remained utterly unhurried.
The form of a Black Tortoise surged around him, and a massive Black Tortoise phantom enveloped him.
With several resounding clangs, all the attacks landed upon the Black Tortoise. Other than a few sounds, it was completely unscathed.
A pale blue radiance, like the sea itself, flickered from the tortoise shell on the Black Tortoise's back.
"How can this be?" The people from Heavenly Saint Academy were still unable to believe it.
"Truly somewhat disappointing," Xuan Ming said blandly, shaking his head.
With a wave of his hand, the Black Tortoise spat out several water arrows.
The water arrows carried the power of ice-sealing, freezing every inch of void along their path as they shot toward the Heavenly Saint