Chapter 528: A Senior Student’s Provocation

BOOM! BANG!

Astonishing Profound Power surged. The robes of another inner court disciple, who was dressed in fiery red, billowed out abruptly. A ball of flame suddenly materialized over his palm, blocking the torrent of Profound Power.

"Xia Mingyu, stop your boasting. I went easy on you last time and only injured your arm. I didn’t think you’d be so ungrateful as to come looking for me again. This time, you won’t be so lucky."

A grim look appeared on the red-robed man’s face. Flames swirled over his hands, morphing into various patterns as he engaged in a frantic battle with the blue-robed disciple.

BOOM!

The two clashed wildly. The fierce roar of their battle echoed across the plaza, and the intense energy stirred up gusts of wind that swept over the square.

The auras of these two were both at the Tier Six Second Layer, but the pressure they emanated was far more terrifying than even an expert at the Tier Six Peak from the outside world.

Amid the shocking explosions, some of the surrounding disciples backed away, muttering curses, and cleared an open space for the two fighters. A few people gathered around, watching the battle with great interest. Others simply went about their own business, turning a blind eye. The one thing they all had in common was their complete lack of surprise at seeing the two disciples fight without hesitation.

"What... What’s going on?"

Ye Xuan and the others, who had just arrived in front of the great hall, were all startled by the sudden fight.

Two people were openly fighting in the plaza, and judging by the crowd’s reaction, it seemed like a perfectly normal occurrence. This left every one of the newcomers bewildered.

It was only then that the group understood what Instructor Lu Jun had said earlier. Two disciples were publicly settling a grudge in the plaza, and no one found it strange. It was clear this sort of thing happened often.

’So, the competition in this inner court really is ruthless.’

Though shocked by everything that was happening, Ye Xuan and his group soon looked away. Holding their Tokens, they headed for the Core Hall. The most important thing for them right now was to register.

"Huh? Where did this bunch come from? I’ve never seen them before."

"I heard the outer court was holding its inner court assessment not long ago. Could they be the newest batch of inner court disciples?"

"Very likely. Look at their cultivation levels. The highest is only Tier Six Second Layer, and most of the rest are Tier Six First Layer. What the..."

Suddenly, one person’s eyes went wide as if he had discovered a new continent. He exclaimed in shock, "There are even two Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sects!"

His voice was as loud as a clap of thunder, instantly drawing the attention of many.

"There really are two Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sects."

"How did the quality of this year’s inner court disciples get so bad? Since when can Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sects join the inner court?"

One by one, the inner court disciples stared, dumbfounded and incredulous.

In the history of Gale Light Academy, the weakest disciple to ever join the inner court was a Tier Six First Layer Martial Venerable. Never before had a Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sect been able to join.

Not only had it happened now, but two had appeared at once. This immediately astonished everyone.

At the same time, the gazes they directed at Ye Xuan and the others turned cold and harsh.

As inner court disciples of Gale Light Academy, they were all immensely proud of their status. Now that even Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sects could join their ranks, they were instantly and implicitly displeased.

"You lot, what are you doing here?"

Seeing this, a senior disciple who had been watching the show from the sidelines snorted coldly. He stepped forward to block Ye Xuan’s group and said, clearly annoyed.

He had already decided to teach these newcomers a little lesson.

Several other senior disciples watched indifferently from the side, mocking smirks on their faces.

"Senior Brother, we’re the new disciples joining the inner court this year. We’re here to report to the Core Hall."

"Hmph. You lot, new inner court disciples? You should take a piss and look at your own reflection. And there are even two Tier Five Third Layer Martial Sects among you? What do you think the inner court is, a garbage dump?"

As he finished speaking, the other senior disciples nearby burst into laughter, their faces full of mockery.

Then, the senior disciple’s aura suddenly erupted. He brazenly unleashed the might of his Tier Six Second Layer cultivation, and a terrifying pressure, like a great mountain, bore down on Ye Xuan’s group.

Those like Zhang Yan, a Tier Six First Layer Martial Venerable, couldn’t withstand this pressure at all. They let out muffled groans, their faces turning pale.

"HAHAHA."

The group of senior disciples laughed arrogantly, every one of them enjoying the show.

"Move."

Just then, Lin Yuan took a step forward and spoke in a cold voice.

"Oh? There’s a kid here who can withstand my pressure?" the senior disciple said, slightly surprised.

He glanced at Lin Yuan, then sneered, "So that’s why. You’re a Tier Six Second Layer Martial Venerable. No wonder you’ve got some backbone. You think you’re so tough just because you’ve got a bit of strength? You’d better remember, in this inner court, you’re nothing but a rookie."

As his voice fell, the senior disciple suddenly slapped a palm toward Lin Yuan. Profound Power flowed through his hand; he clearly intended to teach Lin Yuan a lesson.

"Get lost!"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Yuan’s eyes. SHH! The next moment, a sharp sword light flared from his waist. The brilliant gleam of the blade, like the gaze of death itself, struck down viciously on the senior disciple’s palm.

PFFT!

The Profound Power on the senior disciple’s palm was instantly torn apart with the sound of ripping cloth. After tearing through the Profound Power, Lin Yuan’s sword light was about to slice a gash into his hand.

"You dare, kid."

The senior disciple clearly hadn’t expected Lin Yuan to dare strike him, nor for his power to be so terrifying that it could tear through his Profound Power and threaten to wound his hand. With an angry roar, his figure shot backward in an instant, managing to dodge Lin Yuan’s attack at the last possible moment.

But after retreating, he didn’t back down. Instead, he took another step forward and swung his large palm out again.

This time, Ye Xuan keenly saw that a golden-threaded glove had appeared on the man’s hand at some point. As terrifying Profound Power roiled, the glove erupted with ten thousand rays of golden light. Countless golden rainbows formed what seemed like an inescapable net, bearing down on Lin Yuan.

This attack was worlds stronger than his previous palm strike. The horrifying aura it emitted sent the other new disciples behind Lin Yuan scrambling backward, terrified of being caught in the slightest backlash.

Even Lin Yuan’s expression changed. His gaze grew solemn. Countless sword lights swirled before him, dense and numerous, forming a Sword Rain that collided with the ten thousand rays of golden light.

A series of thunderous roars echoed between heaven and earth as the violent explosions sent terrifying fluctuations of Profound Power sweeping out in all directions.

Amidst the explosions, Lin Yuan suddenly let out a muffled grunt and stumbled backward. He was clearly slightly injured, but his face betrayed nothing.

"Not bad, kid. You’ve got some skills!"

the senior disciple said coldly. It sounded like praise, but his tone was filled with ridicule. "If I, Feng Yu, don’t teach you a lesson today, you might really start thinking you can run wild in the inner court."

As his voice fell, the senior disciple’s palm didn’t stop, striking down viciously once more.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Amidst the intense roars, the senior disciple and Lin Yuan were soon locked in battle.

The surrounding senior disciples all watched the clash with mocking smiles.

Meanwhile, the other new disciples who had come with Lin Yuan couldn’t help but clench their fists.

Ye Xuan was also quietly observing the fight.

He could tell at a glance that although both were Tier Six Second Layer Martial Artists, the senior disciple’s cultivation was clearly a sliver higher than Lin Yuan’s. Furthermore, he possessed an extremely profound mastery of his Cultivation Technique.

If it weren’t for Lin Yuan’s profound understanding of the Sword Dao and his astonishing Swordsmanship, he probably would have been defeated within a few exchanges.

But even so, Lin Yuan was still frequently forced to retreat during their clash, appearing to be struggling quite a bit.

This wasn’t to say Lin Yuan wasn’t strong; rather, he was at a natural disadvantage in terms of Profound Power. His sharp Sword Qi was completely blocked by the golden light wielded by the senior disciple, unable to harm his opponent in the slightest.

If this continued, he would naturally find himself in an increasingly disadvantageous position.

Sure enough, after several dozen rounds, Lin Yuan was injured by his opponent’s energy. He let out a muffled grunt, and a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

Feng Yu, on the other hand, was completely unscathed.

"Kid, have you learned your lesson yet?" Feng Yu said with a sneer.

Lin Yuan indifferently wiped the blood from his mouth and said coldly, "You’re a senior disciple, and it took you dozens of moves just to injure me. You have the gall to lecture me? If I were you, I would’ve bashed my head against a wall and died right here."

"Hahaha, Feng Yu, did you hear that?"

"It’s taking you this long to deal with a new disciple? Feng Yu, are you even a senior disciple?"

"You’re a disgrace to us senior disciples."

Some of the senior disciples watching from nearby jeered.

Originally, Feng Yu had only wanted to teach Lin Yuan a lesson, but after that remark, his anger flared up instantly.

"You damned brat. You refuse a toast only to drink a loss. Don’t blame me for what comes next."

With an enraged roar, Feng Yu charged forward again.

BOOM!

The aura in his body surged in an instant. A terrifying wave of Profound Power erupted from him. The dense Profound Power actually formed millions of golden blades around his hands, and the sharp energy made the very air ripple.

A sky full of golden blades swept down toward Lin Yuan like a torrential storm.

"That’s the Aurora Hand Seal! When did Feng Yu learn to use that move?"

"That new disciple is in trouble now. The Aurora Hand Seal is a Profound Grade martial skill. Even though it’s only Initial Layer Profound Grade, it’s not something an ordinary person can block."

"With Feng Yu’s power, a single strike of this move could kill an ordinary Tier Six Triple Peak Martial Venerable from the outside world."