Protect Our Clan Leader

Miss JunDance once said, the battlefield is the best place to cultivate the "Military Martial Arts Codex".

With her current cultivation base, reaching the Divine Power Territory will take at least a hundred or two hundred years. If she waits that long to go to the outer battlefield, she will surely suffocate with impatience.

While the two were talking, the situation in the arena changed.

Fang Youan pretended to be overwhelmed, revealing a huge flaw, and lured Zhang Huaibing into exposing a weakness by risking an injury to his arm. Taking advantage, he launched a powerful move to defeat Zhang Huaibing.

"Little Saint Master, thank you for your concession." Fang Youan sheathed his sword and gracefully saluted the opponent.

His left arm was injured in the match just now, still covered in a layer of white frost, making even finger movement difficult, yet his expression was extremely natural, and even his saluting gesture was fluid.

"You!" Zhang Huaibing's face turned pale, his eyes filled with shock and anger as he looked at him, "You cheated!"

The other senior and junior brothers of Ji Ice Holy Land were also unable to accept the result, and they all rebuked Fang Youan. It was merely a competition, and such tactics seemed overly aggressive.

"So what if I did?" Fang Youan shrugged indifferently, "In terms of bloodline talent and grasping of Divine Skills, 'Little Saint Master' indeed surpasses me. But now, if this were a battlefield, he would already be a corpse."

"Let's have another match; this time I will definitely defeat you." Zhang Huaibing said with an unwilling expression, grasping the Mysterious Ice Fan as if ready to fight again.

However, upon hearing this, Fang Youan laughed, "Why should I give you another chance? Young man, if you were on the outer battlefield, faced with the cunning of the Demonic Dynasty and the ferocity of the outer demons, do you think anyone would give you another chance?"

"This..."

Zhang Huaibing was momentarily speechless, feeling both unwilling and helpless.

Although what Fang Youan said seemed somewhat exaggerated, he was not wrong, as it was indeed due to his own carelessness.

"Well said! A defeat is a defeat, Huaibing, you should thank this senior brother for his teaching."

Suddenly.

A cold voice imbued with majesty resonated in the square above.

At the same time.

The snow and ice in the sky abruptly stopped.

The entire world seemed to quiet down at this moment, even the howling cold wind disappeared instantly.

In this silence, several figures walked leisurely from the sky, arriving in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

These figures varied in height and build, yet they all exuded an extraordinary aura.

The leading figure wore a white robe, with white hair flowing freely behind him, like the wind and snow of the high heavens, carefree and unrestrained.

He seemed to be of some age, yet his vigor was still full, without any sign of decline. His imposing manner was tumultuous and overwhelming, more so than the early-stage Void Realm experts, and upon appearing, he stunned everyone present.

This person was the contemporary Sacred Master of Ji Ice Holy Land—True Monarch Shuangran.

His strength is considered extremely formidable, even among the elites of the Immortal Palace, being one of its main pillars now. The Frostburn Law he wields is incredibly powerful, so much so that he is renowned across the Immortal-Demon Dynasties.

"Greetings to the Sacred Master." Everyone hurriedly bowed in salute, and also greeted the others following him, "Greetings to all the Enlightened Ones."

In the presence of this grand figure, whether from Ji Ice Holy Land or the onlooker's disciples and elders, everyone instinctively restrained their expressions and behaved very formally.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The scene was somewhat awkward for a while.

Zhang Huaibing lowered his head, looking both embarrassed and ashamed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into: "Master, your disciple has embarrassed you."

"Better to be embarrassed than to lose your life."

True Monarch Shuangran waved him off, signaling him to step back, then turned his eyes to Wang Zongsheng and Fang Youan, speaking kindly, "Good, good, I didn't expect a mere branch of the Academic Palace under Lingyun Holy Ground to nurture two young elites such as yourselves, indeed the fortune of the Immortal Palace, the fortune of the Human race."

"Thank you for the Sacred Master's praise, this disciple dare not accept such honor."

Wang Zongsheng and Fang Youan did not dare to put on airs in front of True Monarch Shuangran and hurriedly saluted with utmost respect.

This was, after all, one of the grand figures of the Human race, who has established countless merits over thousands of years.

"Haha~ you have already proven your strength, no need to be humble." True Monarch Shuangran nodded towards them, then his gaze fell behind the two.

Behind the two stood several individuals who had come here with them from "Dongqian." Among them, a woman wrapped in a white cloak with a concealed face was standing quietly.

She was dressed in a simple light blue long-sleeved robe, her demeanor cold and distant. Even though her aura was restrained, True Monarch Shuangran could still discern that she was undoubtedly a powerful Divine Realm Powerhouse.

He looked at her and said with a smile, "This Enlightened One must be the Principal of Longzuo Academy, right?"

However.

Just as he finished speaking.

The woman removed her cloak, revealing a veiled face and a pair of cold, deep eyes, saluting him, "I am Binglan, not the Principal of the Academic Palace. Greetings, Sacred Master Shuangran."

Her tone was extremely cold, evidently not showing much respect for True Monarch Shuangran.

"Is it, is it Master Binglan?" Wang Licui was shocked, unable to help but whisper, "Wasn't she at the Purple Abode Realm? How did she somehow make a breakthrough to the Divine Power Territory?"