"Heart of Fire Academy, Xin, participating!"
The young man in the arena seemed to have clouds surging around him, a pair of wings like illusory cloud dreams gently fluttering on his back, fine rays of light floating around him, and nine spirit rings shimmering beneath him.
The air throughout the Douhun Arena was now filled with a faint cherry blossom fragrance, and tiny petals condensed from nothingness, falling like red snow, adorning his robes.
As the young man's figure arrived like a streak of light, more than ten other figures emerged from the cloud-dream cherry mist behind him.
They were none other than the Heart of Fire students, Shui Binger, Shui Yueer, the Mu Yunteng sisters, as well as Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, who had just been outside the Supreme Pontiff Palace's Douhun Arena.
This was one of Xin's hundred-thousand-year external Spirit Bone's Spirit Abilities: Spatial Transfer.
Xin's face was somewhat solemn; he had actually appeared in the arena himself. He was a teacher, and with his personality, he would never be willing to bully students as a teacher. This showed how great his anger was regarding the Supreme Pontiff Palace's manipulation of the Soul Master Competition matchups.
However, at this moment, no one cared about Xin's anger.
Everyone who saw that peerless figure, that incomparably handsome face, a beauty unseen in the human world, fell into a daze.
Bibi Dong couldn't help but take a step forward, the Supreme Pontiff Scepter in her hand trembling, her eyes as if under a spell, unable to move away from Xin.
She didn't know how much time had passed; her consciousness was still somewhat hazy. The spider yin flood, accumulated for over twenty years, erupted. She could hardly believe this scene and asked tremblingly:
"Who are you?"
"Where do you come from?"
"What do you want to do?"
As the saying goes: Immortal's true face, the world enraptured; one glance topples a city, the Supreme Pontiff's poem.
She was, indeed, thoroughly poeticized.
"Heart of Fire Academy, teacher Xin. Although a teacher, also a student, 19 years old, representing the academy in the match against the Spirit Hall Team."
Xin just stood there, speaking again, breaking the silence of the entire arena.
In the VIP viewing area, Yu Xiaogang was convulsing all over at this moment, wanting to move forward to get a clear look at the young man.
But as his upper body moved, he lost his balance and rolled directly down, crawling two steps on the ground before grasping the railing in front of him, staring wide-eyed through the railings at the young man in disbelief. He had countless things he wanted to say, but couldn't:
"Woof~ woof woof~"
He is Xin?
This is Xin? This is Xin with his mask off?
How is that possible? How could this be him?
His strength, has it actually reached this level?
With such a countenance, how many could contend with him?
How could anyone be perfect to this extent?!
Pfft—
A mix of jealousy, awe, and regret surged in his heart. Yu Xiaogang's blood rushed to his head, and he directly spat out a mouthful of old blood on the ground…
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