A handso youth stepped onto the stage. He was elegant and striking, wearing a Rolling Dragon Robe and possessing an extraordinary air.
Yang Jing was challenging the students of the White Dragon Academy, so naturally, he had co prepared. He’d had Ji Yanyi brief him on the academy’s most prominent figures.
The young man before him, Dong Xijiong, was one of them.
This person hailed from the Quwo Dong Family, one of the three great Dong Families.
The three great Dong Families were the Yicheng Dong Family, the Quwo Dong Family, and the Pan City Dong Family, with each main branch occupying one of the family’s three cities. Dong Xiji hailed from the Yicheng Dong Family, the Sovereign’s own lineage, while Dong Xixian was from the Pan City Dong Family.
Dong Xijiong and the Nascent Soul Cultivator Dong Yiming were both from the Quwo Dong Family, but they cultivated the Great Cave Spirit Scripture of the True Spirit Lineage.
His Spirit Contract was with a Dragon Beast, a Bian. Because its True Dragon Bloodline was pure, it lacked the superficiality of other Dragon Beasts, which were all form and no substance. Its figure was not massive and clumsy like the others, but possessed a uniquely agile grace.
After leaping onto the Magic Battle Platform, the Bian fixed its tiger-like eyes on Yang Jing. A low roar rumbled from its chest, like the sound of distant thunder.
"The honor of the White Dragon Academy students? I’ve rely tarnished the honor of nine people. This Dragon Transformation Pool, by the Third Generation Sovereign’s original decree, was ant for *all* students of the White Dragon Academy. Yet you people created your own rules, privately holding this little competition where might makes right, and stripped countless students of their right to use the pool. You felt no guilt when you seized the rights of your fellow students, so why can’t you handle it when I use the exact sa thod to take yours?"
Yang Jing said unhurriedly.
Hearing his words, the academy disciples in the crowd, who had been filled with righteous indignation, paused. A flicker of understanding seed to dawn on them.
’That’s right... The Dragon Transformation Pool has been occupied year-round by a dozen or so senior students with profound Magical Power. Even though we’re students of the White Dragon Academy, we still have to spend credits to buy Dragon Transformation Water. What does it matter to us if Yang Jing takes their right to use the pool?’
"I’ve often heard it said that a ruler’s policies die with them; no matter how good the plan, it becos unrecognizable after three generations. I thought a Divinity Transformation Great Power would be immune to this law, but it seems even they are not. The Dong Family issued the Dragon Transformation Order to forge friendships and support the younger generation, yet you all treat your ancestor’s sincere efforts as nothing. You cling to your privileges like an owl guarding a rotten mouse, doing everything in your power to make things difficult for those who arrive with an order. If you treated Golden Core Cultivators and Foundation Establishnt Cultivators as equals, I might hold you in higher regard. But in truth, you grovel before the strong and stomp on the weak, only daring to harass Foundation Establishnt Cultivators. The very thought is laughable."
Yang Jing said, his eyes fixed on Dong Xijiong.
Each of his words was like a needle, piercing Dong Xijiong to the core.
"Enough!"
’The long-standing abuses and twisted rules of the White Dragon Academy were the result of the three Dong Families’ gradual encroachnt over ten thousand years. He, Dong Xijiong, was rely a beneficiary of the system. And yet, Yang Jing spoke as if he were personally to bla for all of it.’
At his command,
The Bian let out a great, tiger-like roar.
The Bian is the offspring of a True Dragon and a tiger, with a tiger’s form. This particular Bian’s roar carried the soul-shaking, spirit-capturing power of a true mountain king’s cry.
If an opponent’s Divine Soul was not powerful enough, a single roar could paralyze them, leaving them helpless and waiting for the slaughter.
The roar had barely faded when its lean body vanished from its spot, pouncing toward Yang Jing in a flash.
With his level of Divine Soul Cultivation, Yang Jing would naturally not be affected by a re roar. His pupils glowed with a cyan-gold light. As fast as the Bian was, it could not escape his sight.
He ford a sword seal with his hands and unleashed a tal Elent Magical Sword.
A blurry white light flashed past. The Bian opened its jaws and caught the tal Elent Magical Sword right in its mouth.
The Power of Ten Thousand Juns behind the Magic Sword slamd into the Bian, forcing its head high into the air.
"CRUNCH!"
With a sharp crack, it shattered the tal Elent Magical Sword in its jaws and let out a defiant growl at Yang Jing.
A flicker of interest crossed Yang Jing’s eyes. ’This Bian’s aptitude is quite extraordinary, nearly on par with Ji Feng’s. The only difference is it lacks the enhancents from the Beast Taming System and has only cultivated the Supre Nine Transformations of the Dragon Scripture.’
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Before a smug look could even form on Dong Xijiong’s face, Yang Jing’s hands flew into a sword seal, conjuring five Magic Swords in five distinct colors.
With five peals of thunder, the five Magic Swords shot toward the Bian at the speed of Sword Qi Thunder Sound.
Seeing the five Flying Swords hurtling toward it, the Bian was struck with terror. ’I only have one mouth, how can I possibly catch five of them?’
In its desperation, it only managed to catch the Wood Elent Magical Sword in its jaws before the other four swords struck ho. Shattered Scales flew and scorching Dragon Blood spattered everywhere.
Four deep gashes instantly appeared on the Bian’s body, cutting clear to the bone.
This was the result even after it had used all its Magical Power to fortify its body. Had its physical defense been even slightly weaker, it would have been diced to pieces.
Dong Xijiong’s expression was one of pure terror.
"Among the three great Dong scions, Fellow Daoist Xiji’s fa spreads across the Western Continent, and his connections are vast. Dong Xixian, though unrefined, possesses a formidable Cultivation. Only you, Dong Xijiong, hide away in the White Dragon Academy, posturing among your own clansn. You’re from the sa branch as True Monarch Dong Yiming, yet you abandoned it for the True Spirit Lineage, hoping for a shortcut in your Cultivation. Now you’re caught in the middle, neither here nor there. How truly pathetic."
With a wave of his hand, Yang Jing unleashed a bolt of Five Elents True Thunder. The crackling lightning struck the Bian just as it was about to pounce again. The True Thunder blasted its Scales until they stood on end, leaving patches of its body scorched black.
"Are you getting off this platform yourself, or do I have to help you down?"
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