"Turns out it's the Divine Son."

To everyone's surprise, the Grand Elder of the academy not only did not show anger but instead revealed a smile that was more awkward than crying, slightly cupping his hands in greeting to Jun Xiaoyao.

He had been warned by the academy's president and vice president not to provoke the Jun family's Divine Son, treating him like a plague god—keeping as far away as possible.

However, seeing the two injured Holy Sons, the Grand Elder had no choice but to step forward, bracing himself.

Watching the dignified Holy Master treat Jun Xiaoyao with such courtesy, the various factions' cultivators around them couldn't help but murmur in amazement.

"Grand Elder..." the Yin-Yang Holy Son and others turned pale.

They had just been relieved that the Grand Elder would advocate for them.

But now, the Grand Elder was even more cowardly.

"Well, let's just consider it entertainment," Jun Xiaoyao said as he stepped into the void, beginning to ascend the ninety-nine steps of the Heavenly Ladder.

Like the Golden-Winged Roc King and others, they were all very cautious while facing these three trials.

One misstep could lead to disaster.

In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao appeared calm and leisurely, as if he were merely out for a spring outing.

Countless cultivators in the audience focused their eyes on him, not wanting to miss a single moment.

They had been curious whether the exceptionally gifted Jun Xiaoyao could break the ancient record of human excellence, and now they could finally resolve their doubts.

Hua Xiqing's clear, spiritual eyes were also fixed on that figure in white, not blinking.

Compared to the two Holy Sons, she, as a Holy Maiden, was wise enough to protect herself and remained unscathed.

Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in immaculate white, with his robes fluttering, looked like an immortal descending from the heavens.

He continued his ascent, step by step, maintaining his speed throughout.

Even after reaching the seventieth step, where the pressure increased dramatically, as if a mountain were pressing down, Jun Xiaoyao's pace remained unchanged.

For someone with the Ancient Sacred Body and practicing the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique, this pressure was merely child's play.

Without a doubt, Jun Xiaoyao directly broke through to the ninetieth step.

"Indeed, he has reached the ninetieth step!" many cultivators exclaimed, though it was not unexpected.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength was beyond doubt; reaching the ninetieth step should be a normal feat.

However, the challenge only increased after the ninetieth step.

"After the ninetieth step of the Heavenly Ladder, each step has more than ten times the pressure of the previous ones. Can the Jun family's Divine Son make it through?" the Grand Elder thought to himself.

To be honest, he was somewhat eager to see Jun Xiaoyao struggle.

After all, this Divine Son's reputation was so overwhelming that it had embarrassed the Holy Spirit Academy.

However, reality was destined to disappoint the Grand Elder.

Jun Xiaoyao's entire body radiated divine light, like a white-clad divine king approaching the threshold. With each step he took, the void trembled, as if war drums were beating.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In one breath, Jun Xiaoyao took nine steps.

The most difficult nine steps of the ladder were effortlessly crossed by him in one go!

Shock!

Dumbfounded!

Incredulous!

All the disciples, stewards, and even the Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Academy were left in a daze.

As members of the academy, they understood the difficulty of the ninety-nine steps better than anyone.

Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao had breezed through them, reaching the pinnacle!

In the sky, light rain fell, auspicious beasts manifested, and the phantoms of ancient heroes flickered, as if bowing to Jun Xiaoyao.

He had conquered the ninety-nine steps of the Heavenly Ladder in one fell swoop.

The Golden-Winged Roc King was frozen in place.

Ye Xingyun couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The Little Western Heaven's Buddha Son's expression turned stiff.

The record they had failed to break was easily shattered by Jun Xiaoyao.

And it seemed he had done so with effortless ease.

"Next challenge."

Jun Xiaoyao did not pause for a moment and directly stepped toward the second challenge.

The second challenge involved ringing a heavy ancient bell.

Previously, the Golden-Winged Roc King had only managed to ring it fifteen times.

"I think the Jun family's Divine Son is very likely to reach the record of eighteen rings!" one of the prodigies shouted excitedly.

They were witnessing a miracle!

Some cultivators exchanged glances, speculating that Jun Xiaoyao might break the record again and reach eighteen rings.

Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the Divine Elephant Suppression Technique and punched out!

Ninety thousand giant elephant particles, plus ten thousand dragon elephant particles, unleashed a staggering nineteen billion pounds of divine power from the tip of Jun Xiaoyao's fist.

At the same time, a dragon elephant phantom accompanied the punch, exploding forth.

Dragons and elephants represented the pinnacle of strength, embodying supreme power.

Jun Xiaoyao was the very embodiment of this supreme might!

Dong...

Jun Xiaoyao's fist struck the ancient bell, producing a dull sound.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next sound.

However, nothing followed...

After the initial sound, the ancient bell fell silent, as if it had entered a state of tranquility.

"What happened?" Many were bewildered, some were dumbfounded.

Why was there only one sound?

This was completely contrary to their expectations, a world apart.

"It can't be! No matter how powerful the Jun family's Divine Son is, he shouldn't only make the ancient bell ring once!"

The prodigy who had previously speculated that Jun Xiaoyao could break the record couldn't help but speak up.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan, although unsure of the reason, couldn't help but show mocking expressions.

On the other hand, the Golden-Winged Roc King, Ye Xingyun, and others felt something was off.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm as he withdrew his fist.

"Third challenge..."

Jun Xiaoyao stepped directly toward the third challenge area without any explanation, leaving the crowd with only his back.

Just as everyone was filled with extreme confusion.

Crack...

A faint sound of shattering echoed.

A crack appeared on the ancient bell.

It seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with continuous cracking sounds following.

The entire ancient bell shattered into countless fragments before the astonished eyes of the crowd!

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into silence!

The Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan's mocking smiles froze, appearing quite comical.

Even the Grand Elder, at the Holy Master level, felt a chill run down his spine.

The ancient bell had shattered!

As everyone turned to look at Jun Xiaoyao's back, it was as if they were gazing upon a deity!

"The Jun family's Divine Son is simply a figure of divine stature, a born emperor!" one prodigy couldn't help but shout in excitement.

Jun Linglong, Wu Mingyue, Jun Zhangjian, Yi Yu, and others also displayed unprecedented fervent admiration.

Even Hua Xiqing's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

The prodigies she had seen before were simply not worth comparing to even a finger of Jun Xiaoyao.

As for the Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan?

No need to mention; they couldn't withstand even a single move from Jun Xiaoyao's followers.

The entire Holy Spirit Academy erupted in excitement, with many cultivators following closely behind Jun Xiaoyao, eager to witness his final challenge, the Dragon Gate Leap.

At that moment, the Grand Elder suddenly slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh no, this is going to be dangerous!"

He was not referring to Jun Xiaoyao but rather to the golden-horned flood dragons raised in the lake.

Those were his prized pets!

However, when the Grand Elder regained his senses, he heard the distant cries erupting from the Dragon Gate area.

Jun Xiaoyao's fist smashed down, and the golden divine elephant crashed into the lake, directly killing all the golden-horned flood dragons within.

Not a single one was spared!

Not one survived!

"Damn it!"

The Grand Elder yelled with a voice like a duck's, looking up to the sky and cursing, his old eyes reddening, his heart bleeding.

Those were all his carefully nurtured beloved pets, and they had all been killed by Jun Xiaoyao!

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