Just as many people were speculating in their hearts.

In the distant sky, golden light surged, and purple clouds billowed. A group of people arrived, it was Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and others also came with him.

Jun Lingcang brought along Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

With the arrival of the Jun Family, the atmosphere immediately changed.

The aura they exuded wasn't something ordinary celestial prides could compare to.

"As expected of the Jun Family, one of the Three Royal Families, having both the Jun Family's Divine Son and the Double Pupil, the rest of their ranks are also formidable." Some elders from different forces sighed in admiration.

Feeling this momentum, the expressions of figures like the Yin Yang Saint Son also changed.

"Why are you all gathered at the entrance?" Jun Xiaoyao, clad in white, pure as snow, stood atop the Nine-headed Lion, like a transcendent immortal.

"The Holy Spirit Academy is said to have three challenges, which can test a celestial pride's strength and potential," Jun Linglong explained.

"I see, but who would set up such a boring situation?" Jun Xiaoyao remarked indifferently.

"Does my cousin not have an interest in taking up the challenge?" Jun Lingcang said.

He also noticed Yi Yu by Jun Xiaoyao's side, whose aura was surprising even to him.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others landed at the entrance of the Holy Spirit Academy.

Jin Lie immediately spotted the Nine-headed Lion under Jun Xiaoyao and furrowed his brows, coldly saying, "Nine-headed Lion, you are a top-tier Ancient Royal Family on par with my race, and yet you willingly become someone else's mount? Don't you feel ashamed?"

The Nine-headed Lion was momentarily stunned, its nine heads simultaneously giving Jin Lie a sidelong glance.

It had long fully submitted to Jun Xiaoyao, even the Nine Spirits Primordial Saint instructed it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

Moreover, after following Jun Xiaoyao, the Nine-headed Lion understood just how gratifying it was to cling to a big shot.

"It's impossible for me to leave my master, never in this lifetime. Everyone in the Jun Family is talented and powerful; I absolutely love being here."

These words plunged the entire scene into silence.

The dignified Nine-headed Lion turning into this was truly speechless.

"Nine-headed Lion, you…" Jin Lie was enraged to the point of fuming.

"Amitabha Buddha, you are fated to be with this little monk, why not follow this poor monk?" Fa Hai chanted the Buddhist name, stepping forward to speak.

"And who might you be?" the Nine-headed Lion sneered.

Fa Hai smiled faintly and said, "This poor monk is the Little Western Heaven Buddha's Son, Fa Hai."

"What, Little Western Heaven?" The Nine-headed Lion shuddered all over, its fur stood on end, and its expression carried extreme vigilance.

At the mention of Little Western Heaven, it trembled.

After all, its ancestors were once suppressed by a Buddhist Sect Great Emperor, turning into a mount and a dharma protector.

The Nine-headed Lion also held deep aversion towards Little Western Heaven.

"Fa Hai?" Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted.

This name sounds so familiar, reminiscent of a certain violent bald monk from a previous life.

"Master Jun, this Nine-headed Lion is fated with this poor monk, would you be willing to part with it?" Fa Hai still smiled.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, extending a palm, unleashing a surge of mana towards Fa Hai.

The smile on Fa Hai's face abruptly changed, as he extended a hand, forming a Lotus Seal to counter Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Boom!

With a loud crash, Fa Hai was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, stirring up dust.

Everyone who saw this was dumbfounded.

That was the Buddha's Son of Little Western Heaven, yet he was shaken away with just one hand.

Although Fa Hai was caught off guard, more importantly, it was Jun Xiaoyao's formidable strength.

"You…" Fa Hai rose from the dirt and rubble, his expression no longer composed and serene.

"Still think you are fated with the Nine-headed Lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked casually.

Fa Hai was silent, a look of dread in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao chuckled coldly and paid him no further mind.

He held a touch of respect for true Buddhist Sects.

But as for Fa Hai, a so-called Buddha's Son with an unclean essence, there was no need for courtesy.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin Yang Saint Son spoke, "The Jun Family's Divine Son, wouldn't you take a challenge against the three trials?"

"It's not challenging, so why bother?" Jun Xiaoyao was indifferent.

These words drew disgruntled expressions from many disciples of the Holy Spirit Academy.

The three trials of the Holy Spirit Academy were renowned tests; even ancient heroes had left their marks and records here.

How did it become non-challenging in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes?

"The attitude of the Jun Family's Divine Son is still as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan said with a sarcastic tone.

At this moment, a cold shout was heard.

"How dare you speak to the young master like that, audacious!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly, taking action.

He reached into the void, mana gathering, forming a golden bow and arrows, shooting at the Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan.

The arrows burning with True Sun Flame pierced through the void, with power reaching its peak.

The Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan were both shocked, hastily retaliating.

The Yin Yang Saint Son's hands seemed to turn into a Black and White Tai Chi Shield.

And Xia Lan unleashed Emperor's Aura, a King's Sword appearing in the void, slashing out.

However, it was futile!

The fierce arrows directly penetrated the Tai Chi Shield, shattered the King's Sword, and then continued their assault.

Boom! Boom!

Two earth-shattering bangs accompanied by two screams resounded.

A terrifying blood hole appeared on both the Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan.

The blood holes were not at the heart, not because Yi Yu missed, but because he intentionally aimed differently.

It was fine to teach them a lesson, but truly killing them would bring trouble to Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu managed this balance well.

Watching the blood-spewing, battered Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan, the entire place fell silent.

Afterward, countless shocked gazes turned towards Yi Yu.

Most cultivators present hadn't participated in the Martial Arts Assembly, thus they didn't know who this newly appeared person beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"What formidable strength, taking down two academy Saint Heirs in one move!"

"Could he be a successor of an Immortal Influence, and friends with the Jun Family's Divine Son?" Some speculated.

Yi Yu coldly scanned around and said, "I am merely the follower of the Lord Divine Son, and if anyone dares to provoke him again, do not blame my arrows for being merciless!"

"What!"

Yi Yu's words were like an eighteen-level earthquake, leaving all cultivators speechless, their eyes nearly popping out.

Such a powerful young Supreme Venerable was merely Jun Xiaoyao's follower?

At that moment, many disciples of influential families began to doubt their own existence.

They couldn't even compare to Jun Xiaoyao's followers, let alone Jun Xiaoyao himself.

"Damn it, who is causing trouble in my Holy Spirit Academy!"

In the distance, a stern shout was heard, and an old man with a long white beard appeared.

A terrifying wave of Saint Realm power emanated from him, causing the void to distort.

"It's the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Academy, a Saint Master!" A cultivator exclaimed.

The normally elusive Great Elder of the academy was also alarmed.

Seeing the disheveled, bloody Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan, the Great Elder's eye twitched, fury rising in his heart.

His gaze swept over and landed on Jun Xiaoyao's calm and cold face.

"They provoked I, the Divine Son, and my follower gave them a slight lesson, is there a problem?"

Jun Xiaoyao stood with hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the academy's Great Elder.

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