Xuanwu War Sovereign

All eyes were on that graceful and stunningly beautiful figure, who seemed like a Demon God!

In that instant, the many prodigies below were momentarily mesmerized.

High in the sky, heaven and earth seemed to dim, as if all light had converged upon this peerlessly magnificent woman!

Ji Huang’Er!

Ji Huang’Er, the Elder of Vermilion Bird Academy, one of the Four Great Academies!

Beneath her feet was a Heaven-Burning Finch. It looked like a venerable sovereign of fire, its wings ablaze with long plumes of Red Flame, radiating the primitive, wild aura of the Ancient Era.

This was an ancient creature born of fire, a spirit of the flame. Its bloodline was so incredibly ancient that even the three great masters couldn’t help but immediately fix their gazes upon the Heaven-Burning Finch.

Standing atop this ancient, majestic creature, Ji Huang’Er appeared bathed in Red Flame, like a peerless Demon God emerging from the inferno.

"It’s Ji Huang’Er! Ji Huang’Er, the Elder of Vermilion Bird Academy!"

"An Elder from the Four Great Academies is here!"

"Now things are about to get interesting!"

...

All sorts of discussions erupted from the crowd.

Lifting her head to witness the scene, Du Pingxia bit her lower lip, a hint of gloom clouding her eyes. ’She’s even stronger than I imagined!’

In Du Pingxia’s mind, the Four Great Elders had always been her goal, especially the only woman among them.

Ji Huang’Er, the Elder of Vermilion Bird Academy.

She had originally thought that after reaching the realm of the Guangling Sword, she would be able to stand on equal footing with Ji Huang’Er.

But now that she had truly seen this Elder in person, Du Pingxia discovered she couldn’t even muster the courage to draw her sword.

"She’s at least at the Eleventh Heaven Realm or higher!" Tuoba Ye muttered to himself, his eyes brimming with battle intent.

"Very strong. Very strong!!" Yuan Daozhen, a man of few words, uttered. His eyes gleamed, filled with a sharp radiance like that of a peerless Divine Sword.

He was eager to try, like a chess master who has finally met his match.

The two brothers, Wan Jiansheng and Wan Guiyi, exchanged a look, their expressions cold. After a moment, Wan Jiansheng spoke slowly. "We are not her match!"

Their faces were icy, devoid of any emotion, as if they were stating a simple fact.

Yu Yao lifted her head, a trace of envy in her limpid eyes. Every woman dreams of being a queen.

Who hasn’t dreamed of outshining all others, of possessing peerless magnificence!

Unseen, Xiao Yuchan quietly lifted his head. A faint smile graced his exceptionally handsome features as a flicker of intense heat flashed in his eyes, gone in an instant.

The corners of Xiao Yuchan’s mouth curled up. ’Excellent. You will be mine. Only a woman like that is worthy of being my wife!’

...

In mid-air, Ji Huang’er’s flame-like eyes swept across the void, finally settling on a patch of white cloud. she said lightly,

"How long are you going to hide? Come out!"

"Hahaha..." A long laugh echoed through mid-air. An invisible force seemed to warp the void, and as everyone watched in shock,

that patch of white cloud suddenly distorted, transforming into a tall, powerfully built young man with a heroic and handsome face.

"It’s the Elder of Xuanwu Academy, Zhao Sikong!"

"He was here all along, hiding in the clouds!"

"What kind of Cultivation Technique is that? It’s so bizarre!"

...

Below, the expressions of the twin brothers Wan Jiansheng and Wan Guiyi, known as the Black Tortoise Twin Walls, instantly turned grim.

The faces of many experts from Xuanwu Academy darkened.

The more powerful this Elder of Xuanwu Academy was, the slimmer their chances became, without a doubt!

"The Innate Illusion God Technique!" A slight ripple passed through Ji Huang’er’s beautiful eyes, and she nodded. "In less than two months, you’ve cultivated the Innate Illusion God Technique to the Eleventh Layer. You truly live up to your name as the new Illusion God Son of the Innate Family!"

"Innate Family?"

"Illusion God Son? What’s that?"

Down below, many of the prodigies were baffled as they listened to the conversation, but a small few turned pale.

"This man is actually the Illusion God Son of an Innate Family!" A rare flicker of shock showed in the eyes of the brothers, Wan Jiansheng and Wan Guiyi.

"The Illusion God Son of an Innate Family has entered All Stars Academy? Could there really be some kind of secret within the academy?"

Du Pingxia’s gaze grew heavy as a peculiar light flickered in her eyes. ’The Illusion God Son of an Innate Family has entered All Stars Academy? Could there truly be some secret hidden within it?’ she wondered.

Du Pingxia recalled the speculations of several Elders from the Great Yan Kingdom’s Royal Family.

"He’s actually the Illusion God Son!" In the crowd, Zhao Zhijing gasped, his eyes wide with shock.

Yu Yao keenly noticed Zhao Zhijing’s change in expression and couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Xiaozhi, what is the mysterious origin of this Illusion God Son? Why are you all so shocked?"

Zhao Zhijing glanced at Zhao Sikong in mid-air with a look of awe. His expression turning grave, he replied quietly via voice transmission.

"Have you ever heard of the Hidden World Families?"

"What? Hidden World Families?" Yu Yao’s body trembled.

How could Yu Yao not know of the Hidden World Families? In the eyes of many powerful experts, these families also had other names: Royal Race, Kings, and Venerables.

The Hidden World Families carried the bloodlines of ancient Kings.

In the Ancient Era, anyone who could become a King was, without exception, a Venerable who dominated their entire age.

Descendants with an invincible King’s Bloodline in their veins were destined to be extraordinary.

Yu Yao knew that only the most outstanding among them could become a Divine Son.

Apparently, this Zhao Sikong came from a Divine Demon Family, and he was even a Divine Son!

On the plaza, a trace of awe appeared in the eyes of many youths!

"The Innate Illusion God Technique truly is a God-Demon True Inheritance that points directly to the supreme Great Dao. Its illusions are unparalleled, capable of reshaping the world with a single thought. I just wonder what layer you’ve cultivated your Innate Divine Sword Technique to!" Ji Huang’er glanced at the tall young man, a glint flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Sikong’s gaze landed on Ji Huang’er with a hint of fervor, and a smile touched his eyes.

The Innate Illusion God Technique was the Direct Lineage Cultivation Technique of the Innate Family, and the Innate Divine Sword Technique was the accompanying Sword Technique for this True Inheritance. Only those of the Direct Lineage could practice its Cultivation.

The greatest pride in Zhao Sikong’s life was not his achievements in the Innate Illusion God Technique, but his perfectly mastered Innate Divine Sword Technique.

Especially since this question was coming from the goddess of his heart.

Just as Zhao Sikong was about to speak, he suddenly saw Ji Huang’er’s brow furrow as she looked toward the horizon.

Zhao Sikong’s expression shifted. He looked up, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

Just then, a streak of cold light shot through the sky from the horizon, like a meteor. A formless, colorless, ethereal Longsword constructed purely of Sword Qi blasted through the clouds, appearing above them.

At the same time, a dozen Red-plumed Red Cranes appeared on the horizon, flying side by side. Like stars arrayed around the moon, they heralded the appearance of a young man in the sky.

He was a white-robed youth whose gaze was as sharp as a peerless Divine Sword.

His posture was arrow-straight, like a peerless Divine Sword. He stood proudly among the clouds, a profound sword on his back!

What was most astonishing was that he stood upon an Invisible Long Sword formed entirely from Sword Qi.

Flying Heaven with Sword!

This was one of the four realms of the Sword Dao!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

As he arrived, the countless young prodigies around the plaza were horrified to discover that their own swords had begun to hum and vibrate uncontrollably.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Countless Longswords shot into the sky, automatically circling the indifferent youth who had flown in from the Void.

At the same time, on the entire Sword Mountain, countless Spirit Swords began to hum, as if eager to join them.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

This youth hadn’t even set foot on the Sword Testing Platform, yet countless Spirit Swords were already vying to acknowledge him as their master!

This scene shocked everyone!

"Jian! Wang! Ling! Du! Xu!" Zhao Sikong practically bit out each of the five syllables.

(Fourth update at noon.)