As many people speculated in their hearts, a golden light surged in the distance, accompanied by swirling purple clouds. A group of individuals arrived, led by Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and others followed him.

Jun Lingcang brought along Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

The arrival of the Jun family immediately changed the atmosphere.

That aura was not something ordinary forces or prodigies could compare to.

"It's no wonder the Jun family is one of the three great families, with a divine son and a重瞳者 (dual-eyed being). The rest of their ranks are also quite formidable," some elders from various forces remarked.

Feeling this imposing presence, the faces of Yin Yang Holy Son and others also changed.

"Why is everyone gathering at the entrance?" Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, pure as snow, stood atop the head of a nine-headed lion, resembling a transcendent immortal.

"The Sacred Spirit Academy has a saying about passing three trials, which can test a prodigy's strength and potential," Jun Linglong explained.

"I see. Who set up such a boring trap?" Jun Xiaoyao replied dismissively.

"Does my cousin not have the interest to challenge it?" Jun Lingcang asked.

He also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao, whose aura surprised him.

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

Jin Lie immediately spotted the nine-headed lion beneath Jun Xiaoyao and raised an eyebrow, coldly saying, "Nine-headed lion, you are a top ancient royal family, renowned alongside my clan. How can you willingly be someone else's mount? Don't you feel ashamed?"

The nine-headed lion was taken aback, all nine heads glancing sideways at Jin Lie.

It had long since completely submitted to Jun Xiaoyao, even following him instead of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint.

Moreover, after following Jun Xiaoyao, the nine-headed lion realized how delightful it was to cling to a powerful figure.

"It's impossible for me to leave my master; it will never happen in this lifetime. The Jun family is filled with talents, and their strength is so impressive. I absolutely love it here."

This statement plunged the entire scene into silence.

The dignified nine-headed lion had turned into this kind of figure, which was truly speechless.

"Nine-headed lion, you..." Jin Lie was furious, his anger boiling.

"Amitabha, you have a connection with this monk. Why not follow me?" Fa Hai chanted a Buddhist mantra and stepped forward.

"And you are what kind of person?" the nine-headed lion scoffed.

Fa Hai smiled slightly and said, "I am the Buddhist son of the Little Western Heaven, Fa Hai."

"What? Little Western Heaven?" The nine-headed lion's body stiffened, its fur standing on end, its expression filled with extreme vigilance.

Upon hearing the name Little Western Heaven, it trembled.

After all, its ancestors had been suppressed by the Buddhist Emperor, turned into mounts and guardian deities.

The nine-headed lion harbored a strong dislike for Little Western Heaven.

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

This name sounded so familiar, reminiscent of a bald monk with violent tendencies from a past life.

"Jun benefactor, this nine-headed lion has a connection with me. I wonder if you could part with it," Fa Hai continued to smile.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing. He extended a hand, and a surge of magical power erupted, pressing down on Fa Hai.

The smile on Fa Hai's face suddenly changed. He reached out with one hand, forming a lotus seal, and countered Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Bang!

After a loud crash, Fa Hai was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, stirring up dust.

Everyone present was stunned by this scene.

That was the Buddhist son of Little Western Heaven, yet he was knocked away with a single hand.

Although part of it was due to Fa Hai being caught off guard, more importantly, it was Jun Xiaoyao's own formidable strength.

"You..." Fa Hai rose from the cloud of dust, his expression no longer calm and composed.

"Now, do you still have a connection with the nine-headed lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked indifferently.

Fa Hai fell silent, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and no longer paid him any mind.

He held a slight respect for the true Buddhist sect.

But for someone like Fa Hai, a so-called Buddhist son, it was clear he was a false monk with unclean roots, and there was no need for him to be polite.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin Yang Holy Son spoke up, "Isn't the esteemed Jun family divine son going to challenge the three trials?"

"There's no challenge; why should I bother?" Jun Xiaoyao replied nonchalantly.

This remark caused many disciples of the Sacred Spirit Academy to show expressions of indignation.

The three trials of the Sacred Spirit Academy were renowned tests, and even ancient heroes had left their footprints and records here.

How could it be deemed non-challenging by Jun Xiaoyao?

"The attitude of the Jun family divine son remains as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan said sarcastically.

At that moment, a cold shout rang out.

"How dare you speak to the young master like that? Outrageous!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly and took action.

He reached out into the void, gathering magical power, transforming it into a golden bow and arrows, shooting two arrows at the Yin Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan.

The arrows, burning with true solar fire, pierced through the void with immense power.

Both the Yin Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan showed expressions of horror, hurriedly trying to defend themselves.

The Yin Yang Holy Son waved his hands, seemingly transforming into a black-and-white Taiji shield.

Meanwhile, Xia Lan unleashed a royal aura, summoning a kingly sword that appeared in the void, slashing horizontally.

However, it was all in vain!

The fierce arrows directly pierced through the Taiji shield, shattered the kingly sword, and continued on with unstoppable momentum.

Boom! Boom!

Two thunderous explosions echoed, accompanied by two cries of agony.

Both the Yin Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan had terrifying blood holes appear on their bodies.

The blood holes were not in the heart area; it was not that Yi Yu had missed, but rather he had done it intentionally.

It was fine to teach these two a lesson, but if he truly killed them, it would bring trouble to Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu had the sense to maintain this balance.

Looking at the blood-spitting, disheveled Yin Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, the entire scene fell silent.

Then, a wave of shocked gazes turned toward Yi Yu.

Most of the cultivators present had not participated in the martial arts meeting, so they did not know who this newcomer beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"What powerful strength! He actually severely injured two holy sons of the academy with a single move!"

"Could he be a descendant of an immortal force, a friend of the Jun family divine son?" some speculated.

Yi Yu coldly surveyed the surroundings and said, "I am merely the follower of the divine son. If anyone dares to provoke the divine son again, do not blame me for being merciless with my arrows!"

"What!"

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

Such a powerful young supreme being was merely a follower of Jun Xiaoyao?

At that moment, many disciples from major forces completely questioned their lives.

They couldn't even compare to Jun Xiaoyao, let alone his followers, who were far stronger than them.

"Damn it, who is causing trouble in my Sacred Spirit Academy?"

In the distance, a loud voice rang out as an old man with white hair appeared.

Around him, terrifying holy realm fluctuations shook the air, distorting the void.

"It's the Grand Elder of the Sacred Spirit Academy, a holy master!" a cultivator exclaimed in surprise.

The usually elusive Grand Elder of the academy had also been stirred.

Seeing the disheveled and bloodied Yin Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, the Grand Elder's eyes twitched, and his anger surged.

As his gaze swept over, he immediately spotted Jun Xiaoyao's indifferent and cold face.

"They provoked this divine son, and my follower merely taught them a lesson. What, do you have any objections?"

Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the Grand Elder of the academy.

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