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Chapter 5187 High Firmament Treasure Pavilion

Zhao Weizhou gulped, frozen in place. If Feng Wuyu’s sword twitched even a little bit, his head would be separated from his body.

Feng Wuyu was bizarrely fast. Most frightening of all, he hadn’t shown any sign of moving; his aura was completely calm, like a specter. Typically, when someone attacked, there would be an omen—an aura surge, Blood Qi fluctuations, and elevated power—but Feng Wuyu hadn’t even entered a combat state before suddenly attacking, catching Zhao Weizhou completely off guard.

“This doesn’t count! I wasn’t ready!” Zhao Weizhou gritted his teeth.

“But you were the one who told me to attack,” replied Feng Wuyu with a smile. “That’s fine. This doesn’t count. We’ll restart.”

Feng Wuyu leisurely retreated to his original position. “You say when to start.”

“Start!” Zhao Weizhou shouted the moment Feng Wuyu finished speaking, his aura erupting. But before he could fully elevate his power or summon his manifestation, a sword was once again pressed against his throat, leaving the branch academy’s experts in a state of outrage

“What kind of game are you playing?! If you’re going to compete, make it fair! Why are you repeatedly launching sneak attacks?!” shouted a disciple of the branch academy.

The Dragonblood Legion members stared at him oddly, their expressions baffling the branch academy disciples. Even Feng Wuyu appeared confused, though he soon looked at them with pity and shook his head. “What a group of greenhouse flowers. In the outside world, no one’s going to compete with you or fight fair. You wouldn’t survive long.”

“You’re just cheating! Do you dare to let me show my true power?!” roared Zhao Weizhou.

Feng Wuyu said nothing, simply sheathing his sword and returning to his original location. He beckoned to Zhao Weizhou.

BOOM!

Zhao Weizhou roared as his manifestation appeared behind him, his powerful aura surging. His Doyen power was formidable, and his Blood Qi raged, forcing the people around him to back away. Raising his spear, he pointed it at Feng Wuyu. “Come! Bring out your strongest power! Let’s settle this in one move!”

“Can I start now?” asked Feng Wuyu.

“Come!” shouted Zhao Weizhou, ready for combat.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuyu didn’t charge at him. Without entering his combat state, he simply swung his sword at Zhao Weizhou.

“Courting death!” Zhao Weizhou roared, feeling insulted by Feng Wuyu’s apparent disdain. He unleashed his peak power, roaring as he smashed his spear at Feng Wuyu.

BOOM!

Startled cries echoed as Feng Wuyu appeared to be blown apart, but there was no blood—only an afterimage.

At this moment, a sword pressed against Zhao Weizhou’s back, held by Feng Wuyu, who stood in a strange posture. His sword stabbed Zhao Weizhou’s back, but only by an inch, showing that Feng Wuyu had shown mercy.

Zhao Weizhou was ashen. Now, he realized that he simply wasn’t on the same level as Feng Wuyu. In a real life-and-death match, he didn’t even know how many times he would have died.

Perhaps others didn’t understand, thinking Feng Wuyu had gotten lucky, but Zhao Weizhou knew better. Feng Wuyu had managed to leave an afterimage under the lock of his Doyen power and arrive behind him with his true body—a difference in skill that made Zhao Weizhou despair. No matter how many times they fought, the result would be the same.

Feng Wuyu sheathed his sword and shook his head, looking at Long Chen. “Boss, give up on them. A wall made out of mud can’t hold anything. Rotting wood can’t be used for anything.”

Feng Wuyu had known that these people would be weak, but he hadn’t expected them to be this weak. This was the power of their Heaven Rankings? The weakest Dragonblood warrior could slaughter them.

Although these people might be Heavenly Chosens blessed with immense talent, it was wasted on them. Their battle instincts had not been triggered, and their sense of danger was dull. No matter how strong they were, they were merely slightly larger livestock. When they went onto the battlefield, they would simply be slaughtered.

“Who are you calling rotting wood?! Who are you calling mud?!” roared the disciples of the branch academy.

Feng Wuyu didn’t reply and just walked back to the Dragonblood warriors, who had lost their previous excitement and were no longer interested in these disciples. Their reaction was practically the greatest insult to the branch academy’s disciples. All of them gnashed their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

Long Chen hadn’t expected Zhao Weizhou to be this weak. It seemed that the Yang Tu he had slain was indeed a vicious character in comparison.

“I feel like there is no saving them. They should just have children and place their hopes on the next generation,” Long Chen said to Bai Letian.

“You...!” The academy’s disciples were quivering with rage. He was calling their entire generation worthless, their only value being to create the next generation. Such an insult drove them to the brink of madness.

Before Bai Letian could speak, Lu Chengkong begged, “Dean Long Chen, it’s all my fault that these children never got to experience the baptism of blood and fire. The lack of life-and-death trials resulted in them lacking the essence of true experts. But they still have immense potential!”

Long Chen frowned. “Their battle instincts are nonexistent, and their senses are practically in slumber. If I were to train them on the battlefield now, not even one in ten would return alive. That’s cruel to them.”

“No. I know a secret art of the High Firmament Academy that can trigger their instincts. They won’t miss out on the best chance to temper themselves just because of their age,” said Lu Chengkong.

“There’s such a secret art?” Long Chen and Bai Letian were both startled. If such a secret art truly existed, it could be considered heaven-defying.

“Yes. It is in the High Firmament Treasure Pavilion. I know at least six kinds of secret arts that can do this,” said Lu Chengkong confidently.

Long Chen automatically asked, “Does this pavilion also contain the final two volumes of the Nirvana Scripture?”

“Yes!” Lu Chengkong confirmed, triggering Long Chen’s delight.