On the arena of the exchange meeting, with Shentu Feng letting out another low roar, he suddenly exerted all his strength to activate the Spiritual Power within his body.
The golden light, which was originally teetering on the brink of collapse and almost shattered, suddenly solidified.
His eyes were bloodshot, turning into a sharp, piercing gaze.
Under the dazzling golden light, a surge of Spiritual Power swept across the arena, and a spiritual wind blew, fluttering the hem of Zhou Quan's clothes.
Standing amidst the raging wind that seemed to slash one's face, Zhou Quan remained unmoved, silently gazing at the figure opposite him, almost bathed in gold.
He shook his head slightly.
The movement was so subtle and almost imperceptible.
"Imperial Edict!"
He uttered the words in a simple, understated way.
With a flick of his wrist, Zhou Quan conjured several overlapping arrays that instantly swept across the area, engulfing all the Spiritual Power brought by Shentu Feng.
This scene caused Shentu Feng's pupils to shrink.
"When..."
This is bad!
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Quan took a light step forward, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Go."
boom!
The layers upon layers of formations exploded instantly, accompanied by the Saber Intent hidden within them, which blasted straight towards Shentu Feng.
It shattered the golden aura around him and also destroyed the Spiritual Power circuits within Shentu Feng's body.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body abruptly fell off the ring, crashing heavily to the ground.
Zhou Quan frowned, raised his hand to dispel all the formations, and slowly walked to the edge of the arena. Looking down at Shentu Feng on the ground, his expression was one of nothing but pity and indifference, as expected.
"I've already told you, you're no match for me. Do you only come to terms with reality when I defeat you?"
"You didn't even see when I set up the great formation..." he sighed, " The Primordial Holy Heaven is truly getting worse year by year, more and more disappointing."
Zhou Quan casually shook his head, turned around, and left the arena.
The undisguised disdain and mockery were like a knife, piercing Shentu Feng's heart.
Even though Zhou Quan didn't go overboard by kicking him while he was down, and only made a few casual remarks, the contempt in those remarks was like a series of slaps to Shentu Feng's face.
He was angry, suspicious, furious, and at the same time filled with fear and panic.
One strike.
Another blow.
He was knocked off the stage.
How similar this scene is to the grand competition that once took place within the academy!
However, the difference was that Wan Renshan also lost back then. His loss, as the perennial runner-up, seemed to be just ordinary and not many people paid attention to it. Most people were more amazed by Lin Xuan's strength and prowess.
But now...
Shentu Feng clenched his fists tightly, and he keenly tasted the blood in his mouth.
gap...
The gap is too big.
How can it be so big?
This is only the third-ranked non- Ten Saints of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven!
He had just declared that he would turn the tide for the Primordial Holy Heaven, that he would achieve a good ranking, that he would...
But the next moment, he fell off the stage and was ridiculed by the others around him.
There weren't many blatantly mocking glances; more often, the reactions were predictable.
But this only made Shentu Feng feel even more devastated.
As expected.
As expected!?
They all felt that his loss was not unexpected.
Why should I?!
Why!
He had clearly defeated Wan Renshan, advanced faster than Wan Renshan, and replaced Wan Renshan as the leader of the Ten Saints of the Primordial.
Shouldn't he have shone brightly in this Ten Institutes Grand Competition?
Shouldn't they make a name for themselves right away?
How did things come to this...?
This is just an exchange meeting!
Shentu Feng bit his tongue hard.
The metallic taste of blood that filled his mouth helped him get up.
He didn't even know how he got back to his seat.
After he finally came to his senses, a new round of matches had already begun on the stage.
Apart from the students of Primordial Holy Heaven, most people no longer pay attention to him, the loser.
The loser...
Loser!
Oh...
Shentu Feng tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes becoming even more bloodshot. The pain from his clenched nails on his palms forced him to regain his composure and suppress the urge to storm off.
He originally thought that, no matter what, as the leader of the Ten Saints, he could at least be on par with the other geniuses of the Holy Heaven Holy Heaven, if not achieve a top-five ranking.
Even if they can't compare to a peerless genius like Jiang Chengzun, they can still do it.
But I never expected it to end like this.
Those fame and fortune, those things that once made him laugh freely, all turned into the heaviest mountains, pressing down on his shoulders, making it hard for him to even breathe, and even making it impossible for him to continuously circulate his Spiritual Power.
"Senior Brother Shentu..."
The students from the Primordial standing nearby were also filled with despair.
It wasn't just Shentu Feng who felt the gap; every one of them saw the seemingly insurmountable divide between them.
But this was just an ordinary student who had never been ranked in the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven.
Many powerful figures did not even show up at the exchange meeting.
Could it be...?
Are they going to be at the bottom again, Primordial Holy Heaven?
The atmosphere in the Primordial Holy Heaven was oppressive.
Near the corner, a group of cultivators sat casually together, their gray robes inconspicuous.
They didn't touch any food or drinks on the table in front of them, but just casually looked at the ring, sometimes pointing and sometimes sneering.
The sight of Shentu Feng's defeat only elicited sneers from them.
This sneer was not the playful mockery of other Holy Heaven; rather, it contained a deep-seated, malicious contempt and a condescending comment.
They sat there, almost unnoticed.
If you look closely, you can see that some of the cultivators have skin that is almost pale.
Their clothes were simple and ordinary, but if you got close, you could smell a faint fishy odor on them.
It smells like fish.
Deep scratches could also be seen on their cheeks.
It was round like fish gills, extending all the way to the transparent fins behind the ears that were gently fluttering.
These cultivators are not Human Race!
And their true identities...
They are Sea Clan from the Endless Sea!
Aside from the Sea Clan, there were also Human Race cultivators who belonged to the Endless Sea, all mixed together, their faces generally showing mockery and malice.
"Is this Human Race geniuses in the Ten Holy Heavens are capable of?"
One of them shook his head, scoffed, and casually tossed aside the wine glass on the table.
"This is really disappointing!"
"I was originally looking forward to seeing just how talented these Human Race prodigies were, but I didn't expect that this grand competition for prodigies in the Saint Heaven Realm Domain would be so utterly boring and nothing special."
Among this group of the Sea Clan cultivators, the leader sat at the very front. His ear fins were the lightest in color, but the edges were speckled with silver.
He slightly lifted his eyelids and spoke casually.
Don't underestimate them.
"There are a few interesting ones here, like that person in the distance."
The others followed his gaze and saw Shangguan Jue sitting Shangguan Jue. Several Sea Clan cultivators curled their lips, clearly not agreeing, but out of respect for their leader's status, they dared not say a word.
How sensitive is Shangguan Jue the malice of others?
Almost the instant these people looked over, he turned around, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight at them.
Upon seeing these people, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
These people...
Which Holy Heaven is it?
What a strange smell...
and...
A hint of seriousness flashed in Shangguan Jue's eyes, and his breathing slowed.
Among these cultivators, there were several whom even he couldn't see through, and they even brought him a slight sense of pressure.
Tsk.
It seems this is not a simple matter.
This exchange meeting was truly a gathering of hidden talents...
Thinking this, Shangguan Jue showed no fear; his fiery golden eyes flashed with eager excitement and anticipation.
Pressure can also be a driving force.
He was almost impatient for the Ten Institutes Grand Competition to begin.
He even had a premonition.
This year's Ten Institutes Grand Competition is absolutely extraordinary!