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At that moment, Xiao Beishui felt an overwhelming surge of pressure, and he was on the verge of cursing. How dare they bring out the Saintly Aspect? What on earth were these people trying to do? And was Dawn really such a fool?
This was the first time he had begun to feel dissatisfaction towards Dawn. He understood the sequence of events clearly; it was only due to Dawn's position as the headmaster that he had agreed to this competition. He had initially thought it would be an easy win, but now a major blunder had occurred.
The battle could no longer continue. The Saint Aspect was beyond what a cultivator of his level could handle. Even if only the Holy Aura appeared, it still represented the Saint Aspect. With such a cultivator present, those at the higher echelons were scrambling to curry favor; how could he possibly inflict any harm on them? Even if he were allowed to attack, he wouldn't be able to hurt them in the slightest.
At this point, several Lords of the Mansion had abandoned all pretenses and directly approached Dawn. Among them, Jiang Wuhen, the most senior and highest-ranking Lord of the Mansion, simply uttered two words.
"I concede."
There was no reason given, no explanation provided; in front of countless cultivators, he declared this to Dawn.
Dawn fell silent for a moment. Although he understood the intentions of these Lords of the Mansion, he was even more aware of one thing: as long as Zuo Dao had not passed through three trials, these individuals would ultimately fall under his control due to the Great Dao oath.
Lords of the Mansion? What did that matter? Moreover, this Lord of the Mansion was merely one among many "vice" Lords of the Mansion. Even if he held a higher status than Dawn, so what? He could already envision the thrill of leading five quasi-Holy Lords into battle.
"Why?" After coming to this realization, Dawn's defiant attitude left the Lords of the Mansion stunned. But soon they understood his intentions.
Jiang Wuhen said nothing more; after giving Dawn a cold glance, he returned to his seat, and the remaining Lords followed suit.
Dawn let out a cold laugh and chose to ignore them, instead focusing on arranging matters for the remaining two trials.
Yan Zhen and others, under the protection of the Holy Aura, entered a state of enlightenment. Once they awakened, their presence would bring about a tremendous upheaval in the entire Great Star Domain.
All attacks from Xiao Beishui's North Water Squad fell into an empty void without causing even a ripple. For those five who were already in an invincible state, he felt as powerless as a mouse trying to lift a tortoise.
The scene descended into a stalemate. Yan Zhen and others had no time to counterattack while Xiao Beishui found his efforts utterly futile.
In this state, Xiao Beishui had also experienced the same. Entering a state of enlightenment was not something that could be interrupted, yet the opponent's methods were simply too powerful. He could only hope for the moment when the opponent's emotions would awaken; that would be the best time to strike.
Zuo Dao was unaware that his unintentional actions would lead to such changes. When he saw the Yin Yang Fish rising behind Yan Zhen and the others, he had some doubts, but after Luo Huaxing pointed it out, he finally confirmed it. However, it wasn't the change in the five individuals that intrigued him, but rather whether such a situation could be replicated.
It seemed necessary to find a few people to test this theory. If it truly worked as he imagined, he could artificially create countless "Saintly Monks" in bulk!
Xiao Beishui's patience was commendable as he continuously assigned tasks to his Squad. He needed to achieve success in one strike; if he waited until the opponent fully awakened, it would mean his doom. Although no one would die on the battlefield, Xiao Beishui's pride made it impossible for him to accept failure.
Similarly, several rejected Lords of the Mansion began to make their arrangements. Powerful Squads appeared before the Cultivators, some still stained with fresh blood, clearly just returning from battle.
Every Squad that emerged was stronger than Xiao Beishui's in both momentum and Realm. A total of ten such Squads appeared.
Seeing these Squads before him, Dawn felt a surge of unease. Meanwhile, the Cultivators from Supreme Academy were buzzing with excitement at the sight of these Squads.
"Dawnwind Squad, Breaking Squad, Demon Slayer Squad, Demon Slayer Team, Lianhua Squad, Reaper Squad, Genesis Squad, Impermanence Squad, Cold Bone Squad, Great Dao Squad."
The names of each Squad were called out by the crowd, intensifying the atmosphere. Perhaps these Cultivators did not understand the meaning of "Saintly Aspect," but these ten Squads held a supreme status in their hearts.
This was because they were the "Top Ten Teams" of Supreme Academy, coveted by every student wishing to join such Squads.
These Top Ten Teams belonged to the Nine Lords present and Spirit Sword Academy. Their purpose for coming was simple: to join Zuo Dao's side.
Since you in Dawn wished to win and relied on War God Academy's foundation while disregarding the bigger picture, then these Lords of the Mansion no longer needed to maintain appearances.
Zuo Dao looked at the ten teams before him, pondering something unknown. He already understood their intentions; he just hadn't expected these Lords of the Mansion to possess such boldness. These teams were clearly elite among elites, most of them at Robbery Realm; even those who weren't exuded an inexplicably powerful force within them.
He was quite troubled about how to treat these people. If he rejected their goodwill, it would be inappropriate, but accepting it felt wrong as well since it wasn't from his side.
Bloodthorn, the captain of the Dawnwind Squad and also the first among the top ten, seemed to understand Zuo Dao's thoughts at this moment. Without caring how the others from Supreme Academy would react, he spoke directly.
"Before we were expelled from Supreme Academy, our teacher told us that from this moment on, we belong to you, Young Master Zuo. You need not worry about any doubts."
"Alright, since you all dare to act, why should I hesitate to accept?" Zuo Dao replied with a commanding tone. "Once you enter my Sitting Forgetting Academy, you are my people. I will ensure you receive what is due to you. However, I must make one thing clear: if there are any actions or thoughts that harm Sitting Forgetting Academy, believe me, Six Paths of Reincarnation will not be your refuge."
With that, he disregarded their feelings and summoned countless jade vials before him, tossing them to them.
"First, treat your injuries. I can't believe Supreme Academy thought this way. Each of you has numerous hidden dangers on your bodies yet still engages in such battles. Aren't you afraid of dying in vain on the battlefield?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the high-ranking officials of Supreme Academy present were filled with countless black lines above their heads. This was taking advantage while pretending to be virtuous! However, it seemed that the contents of those jade vials were quite impressive. Several Lords of the Mansion even began to sniff the elixir energy wafting from the vials.
"Soul Pill."
"Nine-Transformation Flowing Cloud Pill."
"Blood Transformation Pill."
One by one, the names of the pills were called out by the Lords of the Mansion, causing every high-level Cultivator present to feel a jolt in their hearts.
What a waste! Such exquisite pills were being tossed around like candy; it was too extravagant.
This experience made Yan Zhen and others feel they had come closer to understanding the Dao. Yet because of this realization, they also sensed how difficult it was to pursue the Dao.
Everyone's insights are different, and it is evident that the five of them, Yan Zhen and his companions, have each grasped the essence of the Five Elements of the Great Dao. The auras representing the five attributes of Original Spirit Energy shimmered behind their heads.
At the very moment they opened their eyes, Xiao Beishui finally unleashed the long-prepared offensive.
The iron-blooded momentum, mixed with the scent of death, descended upon the five. Waves of light erupted around them, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Even so, Xiao Beishui did not cease his attacks; instead, he adopted an even more ferocious approach, launching wave after wave of assaults.
Mountains and forests were reduced to dust, and rivers were forced to flow backward. Xiao Beishui's squad finally revealed their formidable side. All teammates disregarded their own safety, desperately squeezing every ounce of potential from themselves, engaging in a frenzied assault without hesitation.
Attack, attack, attack. This single word echoed in their minds.
Yan Zhen and his companions were continuously pushed back—not because they did not want to defend themselves, but because they simply could not react in time. The moment they had just emerged from their insights was when they were at their most relaxed, and it was precisely during this moment that their opponent seized the opportunity to strike.
Retreating, flying back. While part of it was due to their own reasons, more was caused by the overwhelming force of their opponent's attacks.
Yan Zhen, Teng Chong, and Ping adjusted their positions continuously as they retreated, all to help shield the Yan Sisters from more incoming attacks.
In just a few breaths, the three had endured countless strikes, with traces of blood appearing at the corners of their mouths.
If it weren't for their extraordinary physiques, if Zuo Dao hadn't replaced their equipment beforehand, and if they hadn't just comprehended the true meaning of Source—half of them would have fallen under this round of attacks.
Yan Zhen was furious because he saw some stray attacks landing on the Yan Sisters; Yan Hong even displayed a hint of pain on her face. Although she concealed it well, he still noticed.
Unforgivable.
Yan Zhen could no longer suppress his anger. With a long howl, the Great Guardian Sword was drawn from its sheath.
No one could describe the brilliance of this sword, nor could anyone capture its elegance.
The sword was unleashed without hesitation.
"Protect!"
In a fit of rage, Yan Zhen struck with his sword.
At the moment Yan Zhen drew his blade, Xiao Beishui felt an overwhelming sense of threat. There was no time to warn others; he began to retreat urgently, pulling along every teammate within reach.
The synergy developed from long-term collaboration manifested at that moment. Each team member being dragged back also reached out to those nearby, transforming the entire North Water Squad from a frenzied advance into a rapid retreat.
Simultaneously, powerful gusts of wind formed barriers in front of them, maintaining their order despite the chaos.
But it was all in vain. The Great Guardian Immortal Sword tore through the barriers like an invincible general, easily shredding through defenses and plunging into the crowd, sending waves of blood surging.
When Xiao Beishui saw the sword light before him, he understood he had lost—he had been defeated from the very beginning. The opponent had never regarded them as worthy adversaries. If Yan Zhen had struck from the start, the Northern Water Battle Division would have been utterly crushed.
Though defeated, they held their heads high. Observers outside watched in silence; the brilliance of that sword was forever etched in their minds.
The might of the immortals could not be defied!
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