After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Lian Ni Chang's eyes scanned the three quasi-emperors on the main stage repeatedly, estimating their combat strength. As long as the Holy Emperor gave the order, she would kill Liang Wei.

Chen Futu would not disrupt the grand event; everything would be discussed after the competition concluded.

Caiwei, unaware that she was being watched, looked down at Qin Hao arrogantly, a smirk playing on her crimson lips. She thought to herself, "Boy, you're the Holy Emperor's disciple, so the real show is just beginning. Don't disappoint me, hehehe..."

"Qin Hao, 3500 strokes, passed!" Wang Yun announced the score reluctantly. "Next, Ling Xue!"

Boom!

Ling Xue, also at the peak of Martial Venerable level, casually slashed with her sword.

hiss!

Everyone stared in horror at the soaring scale, exclaiming, "Three thousand three hundred quarters!"

Ling Xue was practicing the Great-Grade Azure Lotus Song bestowed upon her by the system. Anything produced by the system is bound to be of high quality, let alone the modified Azure Lotus Sword Song. How could her attack power be weak? Fortunately, she wasn't using a sacred weapon, otherwise, this sword strike would have cleaved the stone tablet in two.

"My goodness, are the people from Purple Dew Academy really that strong?!"

"I heard that Qin Hao and Ling Xue are the Holy Emperor's personal disciples."

"So scary!"

The disciples from various factions watching were filled with awe and fear, and some even showed obvious hostility in their eyes.

Wang Yun gritted his teeth and, under Wang Qianshan's smug gaze, recorded Ling Xue's score, "Next, Blood Eye!"

"Little Tongtong, hit it hard! Smash that broken rock!"

Xiao Bai, munching on a steamed bun, cheered on his little follower. This shout enraged Wang Yun, who yelled, "Shut up! If you dare to make another sound, get out!"

"You dare insult Xiaobai! Xiaobai will beat you to death!"

Xiao Bai has never had a good temper. He tossed the small cauldron containing the steamed buns to Hua Hua, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Wang Yun. He punched Wang Yun, who screamed and flew away. The dignified peak Saint King was beaten to the ground and coughed up blood.

"Tch, utterly pathetic."

Xiao Bai rubbed his wrist, put his hands on his hips, and surveyed the entire room. "Anyone else who disagrees, step forward and tell Xiao Bai!"

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone stared at the fierce-looking girl, their jaws practically dropping.

Isn't she a bit too fierce?

"Wait, she started cultivating from the womb? That's too abnormal!"

"To injure the Holy King with a single punch? Unbelievable!"

Xiao Bai's short stature made her look cute, but her savage aura was like that of a prehistoric beast, and no one dared to provoke her.

Chen Futu grinned, "This brat is as mischievous as ever. With her current combat power, her second form is not much different from that of a late-stage or even peak Ancient Saint. If a Quasi-Emperor makes a move and angers her, causing her to enter her third form, things will get really interesting."

"That girl, that's good enough."

Lan Mingwang had no choice but to step in and smooth things over.

He knew Xiaobai's background and didn't want to offend him, otherwise, if he attracted the Holy Emperor, the consequences would be uncontrollable.

"Hmph, he provoked us first. Little White didn't kill him, which is giving you face."

Little White wasn't intimidated by the quasi-emperor; instead, it shouted loudly, its big, dark eyes appearing both adorable and wise.

Liang Wei raised an eyebrow and said, "King Lanming, someone has challenged the authority of Haotian City. As the master of Haotian City, shouldn't you punish them?"

"You don't need to worry about the affairs of Haotian City. I will handle them myself."

Lan Mingwang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent. He wasn't a novice who had just started cultivating; he knew all too well what Liang Wei was up to. She just wanted him to punish the Holy Martial Princess, to go against the Holy Emperor, and to stand on her Liang family's side.

Cui Qiyun said with a wicked smile, "I actually like this girl's temper; if she's not convinced, she'll fight."

"Alright, girl, the person has been beaten, can we continue the test now?" Lan Mingwang smiled, looking like he was negotiating.

This scene left countless participants and spectators at Wudao Mountain dumbfounded.

Everyone was speculating about the girl's background and why the usually intolerant Lan Mingwang was being so easy to talk to.

"Sister Xiaobai, you're so domineering!"

Wang Fugui and his disciples gave Xiaobai a thumbs up, but the Wang family members in the spectator stands all had extremely ugly expressions, especially the old man, the ancient saint ancestor who was infinitely close to the quasi-emperor, who stared at Xiaobai with resentment. If it weren't for Lan Mingwang speaking up, he would have definitely taken action to suppress this damned girl.

"I'm giving you face, but if he dares to yell at me again, I'll really beat him to death."

"I will now have someone else tested."

Lan Mingwang gave the order to replace Wang Yun.

Amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd, Wang Yun was helped away from the scene. Looking at the expressions of the Wang family members, one could see a mixture of amusement and resentment.

The test continues.

Blood Eye cultivated the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Demon Scripture, a sacred text obtained from the Wordless Stele. Combined with the attack power of a Grand Venerable, he also inflicted a high injury of 3,500 shards.

As for Galan, she obtained a special sacred cultivation method from the wordless stele. It was a special sacred method for wielding weapons called the Hundred Weapon Techniques. The attack power of a single scythe strike reached 5,000 units, breaking the record for the highest attack in this elimination tournament. For a moment, countless young talents looked at her with shining eyes.

After all, among the younger generation, apart from a few freaks in Chen Futu's lineage, no one has reached the level of a saint.

In fact, Galan was once considered a prodigy, but no one expected her to be so skilled in weaponry. With special holy methods of wielding weapons, she can be said to represent the pinnacle of offensive power.

"Now that the ancient temple is gone, we can properly nurture Garan; he will definitely be a powerful weapon in the future."

Chen Futu muttered to himself.

Soon, all the tests at Zilu Academy were completed, and everyone passed. Even the weakest student, Wang Fugui, scored 2,500 points, refreshing the perception of Zilu Academy among the major powers.

Lian Ni Chang transmitted her voice: "Holy Emperor, some forces feel that Zi Lu Academy is too dazzling and plan to target it deliberately."

"It's alright, they're just chickens and dogs, easily defeated."

After Chen Futu finished speaking, he led Lian Ni Chang down Wudao Mountain.

The two of them had masks that they bought from the system to hide their true appearance and aura, so they weren't worried about being discovered.

Chen Futu didn't intend to cause trouble at the moment. He wanted to find an opportunity to be the one to "time things right," so he let those kids make a scene first. Once things got out of hand, he, as the head of the family, could step in and clean up the mess. The most important thing was, now that the Holy Emperor had intervened, what if the Wang family backed down?

You can't hit someone who's smiling. You have to let the Wang family get arrogant first before Wang Qianshan will act without restraint.

In the following days, Chen Futu did not go up the mountain again, but instead took Lian Nishang to continue to comprehend the rules of the demonic path.

The youngsters lived up to expectations, making it all the way into the top sixteen.

Chen Futu went to take a look at today's battle, because Zilu Academy finally faced off against the younger generation of the Wang family.

The Wang family isn't particularly strong this generation. There are two or three outstanding members, but the rest are mediocre. Only one person is truly exceptional.