Hearing the cold, commanding voice of the black-robed figure filled with murderous intent, Su Qian and the others also grew pale. "Send a signal to inform Xiao Gate!" Su Qian said firmly. These individuals, though their origins were unknown, possessed remarkable strength—most of them even eluded his perception. "Whoosh!" At the side, Hu Jia nodded seriously, her face grave. A signal flare shot swiftly from her fingertips and exploded in the sky. As the flare burst, a gust of wind sounded from afar, followed by the swift arrival of dozens of figures who soon materialized in the sky above. "Senior Master Su Qian, what's going on?" The leading figure who had arrived was a middle-aged man, his expression stern as he gazed at the group of black-robed figures in the sky. They were the regular guards stationed at Canan Academy from Xiao Gate, so they had been able to respond swiftly upon receiving the signal. "There's some trouble." "Su Qian spoke in a steady tone, then fixed his gaze on the cloaked figures in the sky, bowing slightly and asked, 'These friends, could you tell me who they are? Have we done anything to offend them at the Canan Academy?' 'We haven't exactly offended you—just that you've happened to be unlucky in this particular region,' Huen Yang smiled calmly, not treating the arriving strong contenders as anything special. 'Hmph! Arrogant! If you wish to make a move against the Canan Academy in Black Corner Domain, you'll first need my approval from the Xiao Sect!' Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man from the Xiao Sect emitted a sharp snort. Behind him, dozens of figures vibrated their aura wings, releasing powerful bursts of martial energy—forming a formidable presence. 'Two opponents. Ten breaths.' "Hun You glanced at the dozens of Xiao Sect masters, yet a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. With a sweep of his sleeve, two figures in black robes moved swiftly—by the time they reappeared, they had seamlessly integrated themselves into the ranks of the dozen or so Xiao Sect masters. Yet before the latter could even launch an attack, several chains sliced through the space, producing a series of dull, sharp cracks. The masters' chests were pierced by chains, one after another. "Gurgle..." Many students looked pale, filled with fear, as panic spread rapidly. "My esteemed elders, follow me!" Wu Hao's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the two figures in black robes floating above. Though he had already attained the rank of One-Star Battle Sovereign, he still felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from their bodies. This time, perhaps the Ganav College truly faced a great crisis. Yet no matter how dire the situation, he would not retreat a single step! With this resolve firmly set in his eyes, Wu Hao roared, leapt into the air, and grasped his hand—his back-mounted heavy sword automatically flew forth and settled into his palm, releasing a fierce, battlefield-like aura. Hearing his command, several elders also rose into the air, their eyes alertly fixed upon the black-robed figures above. "Let us engage!" "Hun You chuckled, then waved his hand again, and five figures in black robes stepped forth slowly. As they stepped forward, five terrifying essences of Five-Star Battle Sovereigns erupted into the sky. The sheer power radiating from these figures caused Lü Hao and all the others to feel a deep sense of weight in their hearts. In the Black Angular Domain, any faction with a single Battle Sovereign was already considered elite. Yet now, these enigmatic black-robed figures seemed to be at this level simply by virtue of being there—each one appearing to be a true sovereign of the highest rank. "Kill!" Though the crowd understood that the intense aura of hostility radiating from these figures indicated they were not to be trusted, they knew that at this moment, only by fighting to the utmost could they hope to survive. Lü Hao roared, and his crimson greatsword suddenly descended, carving a massive crimson sword aura that sliced through the heavens and struck the five figures with force. "Hmph—mere child's play!" Gazing at Wu Hao's attack, the five figures couldn't help but sneer. One of them casually pointed, and a black aura surged through heaven and earth, effortlessly shattering the crimson sword aura. The remaining gusts of wind struck Wu Hao with the speed of lightning, knocking him back rapidly and forcing him to cough up a stream of blood. "You're a fool!" Su Qian's heart sank upon seeing Wu Hao's single strike falter. He swiftly stepped in to intercept Wu Hao, his powerful aura surging forth from within. Compared to Wu Hao, Su Qian's strength was clearly superior—indicating that his capabilities had indeed improved significantly over the years. As Su Qian moved, a pair of powerful presences suddenly erupted from the inner courtyard of Gan Nan Academy. Then, a flash of light across the sky revealed two elderly figures, their faces looking somewhat displeased at the sight of these black-robed figures. "The Hundred Elders! The Thousand Elders!" "Seeing these two appear, Su Qian felt a subtle relief. These two were truly the strongest at Cana College. Now both had reached the level of Seven-Star Duel Masters, and together, they could challenge even an Eight-Star Duel Master. 'What's going on?' the two asked, their voices steady as they stepped forward. The people in the sky, even they, felt uneasy—these two had clearly caused a stir. The Black Horn Domain had never seen such strength before. Su Qian smiled faintly, quickly summarizing what had happened earlier. When the thousand-and-two elders heard that these individuals intended to wipe out Cana College entirely, even their composure could no longer hold, and they all grew furious. 'Two Seven-Star Duel Masters—barely acceptable,' Houn Yu glanced at them casually before shifting his gaze to someone beside him, saying, 'Let's get them settled. It's quite bothersome to have them one after another appearing.' 'Agreed.'" "Heard this, the person standing beside Hounuo smiled faintly, then took a single step forward. Instantly, the entire realm seemed to dim, as a vast and overwhelming aura—far surpassing that of the hundreds of elders—erupted forth from within him like a storm, surging out in all directions. Under the weight of that aura, every person present, including the hundreds of elders, turned pale. 'A... a Battle Saint?' The elders stared at the seemingly slender figure, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Throughout their lives, they had never witnessed a true Battle Saint. Yet the tangible pressure radiating from this figure made it unmistakably clear: they were no match for him at all." "The Canaan Academy... is it truly facing a great calamity once more?" Su Qian smiled sadly. Before a Battle Saint, no matter how resolute his nature, he could hardly muster any resistance—everyone knew it would be in vain. The entire academy fell silent at that moment. Though many did not know just how powerful the figure in the sky had become, the expressions on Su Qian's and others' faces made it clear: it was utterly terrifying. A wave of despair and fear spread through the crowd, transforming the joyful atmosphere into one as if a great disaster had suddenly loomed. "Senior, I wonder—what has the Canaan Academy done to offend you?" the elder, with a dry voice, asked. "Simply being connected to this person is the greatest offense," the Battle Saint said, his eyes flashing with cold intensity, pointing at Xiao Yan's statue. "Of course, if it weren't for that, your fate would have been just as dire," he added, with a light, mocking smile. "Well, we've wasted enough time already..." Huen You frowned. "Yes." Hearing this, the Dou-Sheng powerhouse smiled and nodded, then flicked his finger—space rippled—and two fierce, lightning-fast gusts of energy slammed into the bodies of the hundreds of elders. The elders' defensive aura instantly shattered, and under the weight of the impact, they went pale, spitting out blood. Seeing that even the elders could not withstand a single blow from this man, everyone grew cold with apprehension. "This statue truly grows more and more unappealing the more I study it." Having effortlessly dispatched the elders, the Dou-Sheng powerhouse glanced at the massive statue, his eyes growing colder and sharper. Without him, the Huan Palace would have fared far worse! "Hmph!" With mounting fury, the Dou-Sheng powerhouse swept his hand wide, and a colossal hand of energy, stretching hundreds of zhangs in length, materialized in midair, then crashed down with tremendous force upon the statue. Witnessing this scene, everyone was filled with a look of despair—today, perhaps the Gan'an Academy truly faced the path of extinction. "Boom!" Under the weight of countless eyes, the massive hand struck hard upon the statue. "Wu Hao, Xiao Yu, I'll fight to the death alongside the hundred and two elders and others. Just try to get the students to safety," Su Qian said, his face pale as he took a deep breath, addressing Wu Hao beside him. "Then let's die together," Wu Hao gripped his heavy sword firmly. Xiao Yu also clenched her lips tightly. Gazing at the statue being struck by the massive palm, she suddenly paused, exclaiming, "The statue hasn't fallen?" Upon hearing her words, everyone quickly turned their gaze. And indeed, as the dust settled, the towering statue remained perfectly intact, standing firm on the plaza. This moment left everyone stunned. The previous cultivator's palm strike—not only could it shatter a statue, but even topple a mountain peak—was no issue at all. Yet... "What's going on?" The cultivator of the Supreme Battle Realm also froze, visibly surprised. "Hong You, retreat quickly!" Hong You himself was momentarily stunned, then his face suddenly turned pale as he bellowed in urgency. "Can a mere Half-Supreme cultivator dare to destroy my statue?" Yet, as his command had just fallen, a calm voice suddenly emerged from the top of the statue. A gentle breeze swept through, dispersing dust, and there, under the collective gaze of all present, stood a slender, dark-clad figure. A dark figure stood with one hand resting against the back of the statue, extending his left hand gently toward the Soul Clan's Soul Saint. With a subtle grasp, the mighty Soul Saint—whose strength had left the entire Canaan Academy helpless—collapsed without a single cry, instantly vaporizing into a burst of blood mist.