Yan Kuangsheng didn’t hold back, showing Wang Lin no respect.
Murderous aura radiated from him, surging into the sky like a plu of smoke. The atmosphere darkened, transforming day into night.
Thanks to Lin Moyu’s earlier reminder, Yan Kuangsheng had refined his murderous aura, making it purer and sharper. His combat prowess had reached a new pinnacle, the sheer intensity of his presence leaving Wang Lin speechless.
Wang Lin knew he was no match for Yan Kuangsheng. What baffled him was why this madman had shown up here, of all places.
This man was a true madman—far more unhinged than Bai Yiyuan.
While Bai Yiyuan earned the title of "God of Slaughter," his fury was reserved for outsiders; he remained amicable toward the citizens of the empire.
Yan Kuangsheng, on the other hand, recognized no such boundaries. When his murderous intent ignited, it didn’t matter who stood before him—they’d be cut down all the sa.
Yan Kuangsheng pointed his blade at Wang Lin, his voice icy. “Weren’t you looking for a fight? Fine, let’s settle this once and for all!”
Wang Lin cursed inwardly. This lunatic was always so quick to escalate things into a fight to the death. He remained silent, unwilling to speak or accept the challenge. One wrong move could cost him his life.
Xia Bojian stepped forward, attempting to defuse the tension with a placating smile, “Mad God, let’s discuss this calmly. We’re only here out of concern for the students.”
Yan Kuangsheng sneered. “Concern? Don’t give that nonsense! If you want to enter the tower, you’ll have to pass through first.”
The two visitors froze, caught in a dilemma. They couldn’t possibly fight him—it was unthinkable.
At that mont, ng Anwen's voice slowly rang out, “Vice-Dean Xia, if you can’t trust , then starting next year, Shenxia Tower will sever all ties with Xiajing Academy.”
Xia Bojian’s expression shifted drastically as he grasped the reality of the Shenxia Tower’s ownership.
On the surface, the tower belonged to Xiajing Academy and had operated under its banner for years. But deep down, Xia Bojian knew the truth: the academy and the tower were in a cooperative arrangent. If ng Anwen was displeased, he could sever ties at any mont and take the tower elsewhere.
No academy in their right mind would turn down the Shenxia Tower. And as for preventing such a move... Xia Bojian wasn’t nearly bold enough to try.
It beca increasingly apparent that ng Anwen, Bai Yiyuan, and Yan Kuangsheng—the three peak human God-level powerhouses—were in league. Together, they ford an alliance so formidable that no one would dare provoke them. Worse still, these three were close friends and even sworn brothers with other beings of equal strength. If a battle broke out, it could devastate Xiajing Academy entirely.
Xia Bojian’s mind raced as he calculated his options. Finally, he forced a smile and said, “Forgive my impulsiveness, Serene God. I ant no offense.” With that, he backed away.
ng Anwen remained silent. At that mont, a faint light erged from the Shenxia Tower.
The tower humd with life as a massive, intricate formation appeared in the sky. It was awe-inspiring in its scale and power.
ng Anwen’s calm yet commanding voice rang out, devoid of Yan Kuangsheng’s overt bloodlust but no less intimidating, “I have made this clear: godly generals of the military are strictly forbidden from approaching the Shenxia Tower. Godly General Wang Lin, you violated this rule today. As this is your first offense, consider this a warning.”
The words struck like a hamr, leaving Wang Lin pale. He had almost forgotten how terrifying ng Anwen could be. The man’s grip over the Shenxia Tower was absolute.
At that mont, Wang Lin had no ti to dwell on anything else. Survival was his sole focus.
Purple flas erupted from his body, roaring into the sky. Channeling every ounce of power he possessed, he braced himself for what was to co.
A shield materialized in Wang Lin’s hand, radiating a formidable aura. As a Godly Knight, once his shield was activated, it could withstand the attacks of even Demon Kings. But now...
Running wasn’t an option—his aura had already been locked onto, leaving no room for escape.
Above, the mont the formation reached its completion, a thunderbolt crackled down with terrifying force.
Wang Lin activated his skill, glowing with brilliant light.
Skill: Extre Defense!
At lower levels, Extre Defense was a lifesaving skill. At the God-level, it had been elevated to near-invincibility, granting unmatched durability while active.
And yet, even as the skill enveloped him, Wang Lin felt death creeping closer.
The thunderbolt struck. A blinding explosion of light consud him, as though a dozen suns had ignited in the sky. All of Xiajing City was illuminated by its brilliance.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air. Wang Lin was hurled out of the thunderbolt, trailing black smoke as he vanished into the distance.
Even with Extre Defense, ng Anwen’s strike had left him gravely injured.
Xia Bojian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. ng Anwen’s power had exceeded all expectations—his strength was utterly terrifying.
mories surfaced of the last ti ng Anwen had taken action, decades ago. Back then, his might had shaken the entire world. During that ti, he had also clashed with a prominent figure from the military.
Both ng Anwen and Bai Yiyuan were godly generals with imnse influence within the military. Yet, they were openly at odds with other factions. Wherever the Shenxia Tower appeared, godly generals aligned with those factions invariably backed down. It was an unspoken rule among people at their level.
Today, Wang Lin had broken that rule—and paid the price.
At this point, no matter what ng Anwen, Bai Yiyuan, or Yan Kuangsheng planned to do, Xia Bojian knew he could only watch in silence.
Watching Wang Lin’s battered form retreat into the distance, Yan Kuangsheng smirked coldly, “What a waste—he was trash before, and now he’s even worse.”
Bai Yiyuan chuckled lightly, “Trash is trash. So things never change.”
Yan Kuangsheng turned his gaze toward Xia Bojian, “Well? Is there anything else?”
Xia Bojian promptly responded, "No, no, nothing at all. Please, you two carry on. I'll just wait outside."
With that, he flew away from the Shenxia Tower. anwhile, Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng stepped back into the tower. Whatever they planned to do inside, Xia Bojian dared not inquire further. Offending them was simply out of the question.
As his mind wandered, Xia Bojian caught sight of Xia Xue out of the corner of his eye. Changing direction, he flew toward her.
Surprised to see him approach, Xia Xue greeted, "Great-Grandpa!"
Xia Bojian’s tone was plain, "Xue, have you joined the Xiajing Academy too? Why didn’t Dongyang tell ?" His words held an undertone of rebuke aid at Xia Dongyang.
Before Xia Xue could answer, Xia Bojian sighed, "Dongyang is still holding a grudge against us. That temper of his... After all these years, he still hasn’t let it go."
Xia Xue remained silent. She didn’t know anything about the conflicts of the previous generation. Xia Dongyang had never spoken of it to her.
Xia Bojian continued,"It’s good that you’re here at the Xiajing Academy. With around, no one will dare to bully you."
Xia Xue smiled, "Don’t worry, Great-Grandpa. No one bullies in the academy."
At that mont, Xia Bojian’s gaze shifted to Feng Xiu, "You’re from the Feng Family, right?"
Feng Xiu replied respectfully, "Feng Xiu greets the elder."
Xia Bojian waved dismissively, "No need for formalities. When you return ho, pass along my regards to Feng Ping. Tell him to visit for tea when he has ti."
Feng Xiu nodded, "I’ll be sure to let him know."
Finally, Xia Bojian turned his attention to Zuo i. His expression shifted slightly, his sharp senses picking up sothing unusual about her aura.
His eyes narrowed as a glimr of realization flickered in them, "Your surna is Zuo, isn’t it? Are you a Rogue?"
Zuo i blinked in surprise, "How did you know?"
Xia Bojian suddenly burst into hearty laughter, "I never expected there to still be descendants of the Zuo Family alive. Wonderful—truly wonderful. Once this matter is settled, I’ll take you sowhere."
Zuo i nodded blankly, unable to refuse a God-level powerhouse.
The Zuo Family? The na ant nothing to her. She had been an orphan for as long as she could rember, growing up in an orphanage with no ties to any family.
…
anwhile, the first round of the second stage had already comnced.
This ti, all participants started at level 40, enabling them to utilize skills unlocked after the second class awakening: Mages unleashed devastating large-area spells; Knights wielded enhanced defensive abilities; Warriors showcased amplified offensive power; Assassins beca even more elusive, heir attacks difficult to defend against.
Lin Moyu began another cycle of learning and adaptation.
Drawing on his prior experience, he adjusted with remarkable speed, quickly mastering the new skills. Despite the changes, the core characteristics of each class remained consistent—they were simply magnified after the second class awakening, becoming stronger and more distinct.
Lin Moyu's learning accelerated, and his understanding deepened. His techniques and combat awareness neared perfection.
Gradually, he sensed a transformation within himself.
It felt as though he had entered a new realm—shifting from honing his own skills to exploiting the weaknesses and flaws of his opponents.
This was a higher state of mastery: not just achieving personal perfection, but comprehending the adversary at a profound level. He could now pinpoint vulnerabilities in his opponents’ actions almost instantly: he could predict the trajectory of a Mage's attack the mont they cast their spell; he could dodge a Knight's charge at the last second and counter at the sa ti.
The trials beyond level 40 only refined Lin Moyu further.
The 500 participants within the Shenxia Tower beca his whetstones, honing him into an ever-sharper blade.
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