Chapter 417: Matters of the Beicang Continent and the Spiritual Academy Tournament

"Spear Settles, Destruction!"

The snow-white, thousand-foot giant held a long spear radiating a chilling cold; the cold, sharp spear tip instantly pierced through the bodies of the two giants, and then, exerting sudden force, the long spear hoisted them up high as if skewering candied haws.

Immediately, it slammed them down, and with a "Boom—" tremor, they could no longer rise.

Spirit Power erupted, and an unparalleled storm rippled out from the spear tip, shredding the cores at the giants' hearts in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

Expressionlessly, he withdrew the long spear.

The Ice Snow Giant that had finished off the enemies transformed into a blue stream of light; the illusory light and shadow suddenly dissipated, and Xiao Han's figure reappeared.

The Snow Domain lifted, and he was met with the sight of the Imperial walking over lazily, a long whip tied casually around his waist like a belt, his hands toying with a bright blue spherical core.

"Your speed is a bit slow!"

The former made a routine tease, but received only an eye-roll from Xiao Han.

"Together?"

"Together."

Summoning the long spear, a biting chill immediately erupted, drawing repeated exclamations of wonder from the Imperial.

"Is this the weapon you forged using the Nine Nether Jade Marrow Heart?"

Stroking his chin, feeling this power capable of freezing space, the Imperial wore an intrigued expression.

"Truly impressive; it's comparable to my Meteor God Whip."

This was a sincere compliment; as a legendary Imperial from the ancient era, the Imperial's weapon was naturally no ordinary item, having been forged only after consuming a massive amount of precious materials from the Dou Qi Continent and a great deal of effort at the time, and when held in the Imperial's hand, it could boost combat power by a full thirty percent.

After years of campaigning, not only did it show no signs of wear, but it had instead been soaked in the blood of the Evil Clan, nurturing a fierce baleful aura that was quite effective at suppressing the Evil Clan.

But Xiao Han did not continue to dwell on the weapon, instead looking up at the narrow portal no more than ten thousand feet away, a faint sense of trepidation rising from the bottom of his heart.

"What?!"

Just as the two stood before the portal and were about to step inside, two vortices suddenly appeared out of thin air, swallowing the caught-off-guard pair.

………

Beicang Continent, Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy.

Beiming Longkun, Taicang, and a group of other high-level officials of the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy sat solemnly, while opposite them sat only a single, strange, gray-clothed old man with white hair.

What was noteworthy was that the hand the old man inadvertently revealed from his sleeve was not withered and aged like that of an ordinary old man, nor did it have the healthy, ruddy glow of common experts; instead, it presented an extremely strange pale blue, and beneath the transparent, thin skin, one could even see the blood flowing through the vessels.

"Lord Beiming, is there still no news of Elder Xiao?"

The old man asked with an anxious expression and a slightly hurried tone.

Regarding the former's question, the others could only look at each other in silence; Beiming Longkun and Taicang exchanged glances, and after the former nodded slightly, he looked away, his brow also filled with doubt.

With the intention of putting the old man at ease, Beiming revealed their intelligence.

"To be honest, we also do not know Elder Xiao's whereabouts."

"The only thing I can tell you, Elder, is that Elder Xiao appeared on the Beicang Continent two months ago, after which he left the Beicang Continent, and we do not know where he went."

"But, in that case, will Elder Xiao be able to arrive in time?"

Far from dispelling his concerns, the old man's brow furrowed even tighter.

To this, Beiming Longkun could only sigh, "Trust Elder Xiao; since he has already promised, he surely will not go back on his word."

"The originally agreed-upon time was after the end of the Spiritual Academy Tournament; now that there is still one month until the finals begin, you may rest at the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy for a while, Elder."

He then smiled.

"Surely, you are also very concerned about how far Bing Yu can go, right?"

"That is true."

After Beiming Longkun's reassurance, the old man also realized he had been too impatient; his anxious expression faded slightly, his tone calmed, and he nodded in agreement.

……

Spiritual Academy Tournament arena.

In the boundless primeval forest, tall trees reached straight into the clouds, their massive canopies blocking the sunlight completely; as a breeze brushed past, mottled spots of light could occasionally be seen hitting the thick, withered leaves on the forest floor.

"Rustle! Rustle!"

The sound of breaking branches suddenly rang out in the silent forest, and then, a streak of shadow suddenly passed through the woods; the fleeting black shadow made one almost doubt if what they saw was a trick of the eye.

A dozen breaths later, the forest suddenly became clamorous with human voices, as figures shuttled through the woods one after another; the more intense ones even blasted out pits several meters in diameter upon landing.

"Quick! Chase! Don't let those guys from the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy run!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

The few figures in front heard the words echoing through the forest and looked at each other, seeing a cold glint in each other's eyes.

"Bing Yu, the guys from the Holy Spiritual Academy, Qingtian Academy Academy, and Wanhuang Academy Academy are about to catch up."

One of them said with a serious expression to the white-clad figure in front; although the topic was serious, the tone was quite relaxed.

"Hmph!"

Another sneered:

"Hundreds of heaven's pride experts chasing the five of us, including three from the Five Great Academies—they really think highly of us."

"I wonder how Li Tianqiong and those guys are doing? They wouldn't get into trouble, would they?"

"Put your heart at ease; you know how clever that little fatty Li Tianqiong is."

"That's true."

"Alright, stop talking." Bing Yu's cold voice interrupted the atmosphere that had just warmed up; they all looked toward the former.

"Running like this isn't a solution."

A wicked smile curled the corners of Bing Yu's mouth.

"Don't let that group really think of our Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy team as soft persimmons."

Soft persimmons?

The corners of the others' mouths couldn't help but twitch; who would dare treat them as soft persimmons?

If not for causing such a huge scene, how would ordinary people have the ability to attract three families, the Five Great Academies, and a whole crowd of Spiritual Academy Tournament contestants to besiege them?

However, Bing Yu's words also resonated deeply with their own intentions; constantly running away was truly too humiliating.

"What should we do?" someone asked.

"Don't we still have a ruin in our hands?" Bing Yu's smile widened, the mirth in her eyes almost impossible to conceal.

"That place?"

Upon hearing this, the others were all stunned for a moment, then one after another they revealed smiles and agreed, saying:

"That's right, it will serve perfectly as a welcoming gift for our colleagues from the Five Great Academies."

The group's speed increased once more, and Bing Yu took several palm-sized jade discs from her Storage Bracelet, casually embedding them into the tree trunks behind her; the glowing white light appeared quite eerie in the dark jungle.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, each displaying their own Supernatural Power, burying one hidden trap after another behind them all at once.

Half a cup of tea's time later.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Damn it!"

"What is this?"

Several explosions rang out behind them, and at the same time, they were accompanied by the curses of the pursuing troops.

Hearing the commotion behind them, Bing Yu and the others simply looked as if it were only natural, mixed with a bit of schadenfreude, as their figures quickly vanished into the depths of the jungle.

(End of this chapter)