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"Little Thunder Dragon, Little Thunder Dragon, are you alright?"

Looking at him, Luo Xing thought he had been poisoned.

At this moment, all the students of Canaan Academy in the square were also sweating for the little thunder dragon. After all, it was their academy's guardian beast, and it also represented Canaan Academy.

One glory and one glory.

They excel at internal strife, but when it comes to uniting against external threats, they are absolutely unwavering.

Canaan Academy has been suppressed by Douluo Academy for too long, and they are desperately eager for a victory.

The little thunder dragon gritted its teeth, glaring angrily at its opponent.

In his view, that so-called demonic beast, the Vajra Serpent, was just a low-level creature, and he never expected that it would catch up with him now.

"Little Thunder Dragon, are you alright? Are you okay?"

Luo Xing roared at the little thunder dragon, wanting to ask if it was alright.

Little Thunder Dragon shook its head, indicating that nothing was wrong.

The next second, the little thunder dragon was crackling with lightning.

"Damn low-level monster."

At some point, the little thunder dragon was able to speak human language.

The scales on his body, which had been poisoned, were rapidly regenerating.

Within seconds, the scales returned to their original deep blue color.

The next second, the Vajra Serpent charged forward again, opening its blood-red maw, trying to bite the little thunder dragon's neck.

But he hadn't even gotten close to the little thunder dragon yet.

He was then grabbed by the little thunder dragon's claw and pinned to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The little thunder dragon took a bite.

With lightning crackling around him, the Vajra Serpent was paralyzed in an instant.

He had no strength left in his body and fainted.

A dignified sixth-rank demon beast has fallen just like that.

Hongli struck the ground, raising plumes of smoke and haze.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Elder Jin Baiwan couldn't help but swallow hard.

"My monster, my monster!"

He ran up quickly, wanting to see how badly the monster was injured. It was his precious darling.

At this moment, the little thunder dragon was completely enraged and let out a thunderous roar at Jin Baiwan.

My million gold coins retreated step by step, hurriedly using their arms to block.

Seeing Jin Baiwan's disheveled appearance, all the students present knew what was going on.

Canaan Academy emerged victorious this time. Fighting Soul Academy was utterly powerless against them.

The elder slowly walked over.

"You lost this time."

Jin Baiwan snorted coldly, looking at the real dragon in mid-air, he knew that they had lost this time. He hadn't expected that the other side would actually use a real dragon as their guardian beast.

"Hmph, it's just a guardian beast, it can't amount to anything."

Luo Xing nodded smugly, then put the little thunder dragon back into his dantian.

Because the little thunder dragon was still young, its spiritual power was extremely limited, and it had only used it a few times in the battle. It had exhausted all its spiritual power in the fight.

Therefore, the little thunder dragon needs to rest quickly in its dantian, and several high-quality pills need to be refined for it.

"Hehe, the little guy did a great job this time."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

Although the little thunder dragon appears fierce to outsiders, it is extremely docile towards its master, Luo Xing.

Jin Baiwan gritted his teeth in anger at the sight, and the students behind him were also somewhat ashamed.

But just as the disciples of Canaan Academy were getting carried away, a golden aura suddenly slammed into the ground, creating a huge crater with a loud boom.

In an instant, everyone looked up and saw a golden figure appear in their sight.

Luo Xing couldn't help but look over, and there stood a handsome man dressed in a golden robe.

The man was handsome, with blond hair, wearing a cloak, and holding a golden spear.

He was a golden human being.

When Jin Baiwan saw him arrive, his expression relaxed slightly.

If he were there, everything would be easily solved.

"Ah Jin, you've come."

"Father, I'm not too late, am I?"

This man was none other than Jin Baiwan's grandson, A Jin.

He is also the Holy Son of this generation of Douluo Academy.

His name has long been known far and wide, making him a powerful figure and the most talented prodigy in the Douluo Academy.

The snow woman frowned and looked at the blond man.

He recognized the person, because in the previous inter-academy competition, it was this person who defeated one of their academy's most talented elite disciples.

If it weren't for that Ah Jin, Canaan Academy wouldn't have been so embarrassed in the last competition.

"Dean, I think this person is trying to cause trouble." The dean clenched his fist and couldn't help but frown. This person was not one of their older generation.

Instead, they are rising stars of the younger generation.

He was only in his twenties or thirties, right in the prime of his youth. If he really wanted to cause trouble, the older generation present wouldn't be able to intervene.

Many students in Canaan College looked at Akin, and many of them recalled the inter-college competition from back then.

Clearly, that major tournament left a deep impression on them.

"Damn it, why is he here? It's actually him."

"He is the cousin who seriously injured me back then."

"If it weren't for him, my cousin wouldn't have suffered such a drastic drop in his cultivation level."

That bastard, I really want to go and kill him right now.

Countless Canaan Academy disciples watched Ah Jin with gritted teeth, wanting to go and fight him.

However, he was well aware of the other party's strength; among the younger generation present, probably no one could rival him.