Eons Venerable Lord

Ling Feng's sharp spear point was only half an inch away from Yang Zhihong's forehead. As long as he took another step forward, Yang Zhihong would die on the spot.    

    

The tip of the spear had already cut open a wound on Yang Zhihong's forehead. Blood dripped down from between his eyebrows, and a drop of blood slowly dripped down from the tip of his nose.    

    

Yang Zhihong widened his eyes and stared blankly at the spear point that was just inches away from him. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and even his heart had stopped beating. He had never felt death so close to him before.    

    

"Do you still want to continue?"    

    

Ling Feng's eyes were indifferent, as if he was doing something insignificant, but he was controlling Yang Zhihong's life.    

    

"We admit defeat!"    

    

Before Yang Zhihong could say anything, Yang Zirong had already shouted out loudly. However, after he shouted out those words, his facial expression became extremely ugly, as if water was dripping out of his face. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at Ling Feng.    

    

The bright future of his son was cut off by Ling Feng just like that.    

    

Besides Ren Tianfeng and Cai Qingrong, no one else present knew better than him the importance of the inheritance sequence of the Blood Order. To a cultivator, it was a heaven defying opportunity.    

    

Even if he didn't become the true inheritor of the Blood Order, it was enough to change the fate of a person's entire life.    

    

And all of this was buried by this sixteen year old youth in front of him.    

    

The crowd was completely silent. Although everyone had already guessed the outcome of Ling Feng's last attack, the outcome was still like a dream when it was placed right in front of their eyes.    

    

In the history of Cangnan Academy, nothing as shocking as this had ever happened before.    

    

In three months, he had gone from an unknown early Pulse Charging Stage to the second rank of the Earth Rank.    

    

Some people were even thinking if Ling Feng challenged the first place on the Earth Rank, would it be the same?    

    

Thinking of this, many people looked at the proud figure in the crowd.    

    

He wore black clothes, had loose long hair, and a slender body. On his handsome face that was as beautiful as a woman, there was a pair of deep eyes. It was as if he would never be able to figure it out. There was a flute hanging from his waist, giving off a strange flavor to the young man.    

    

He was the number one genius of the Earth Rank - - Dan Tianyou.    

    

Every time people saw him, they would feel a type of stunning feeling. It was just too beautiful. He was so beautiful that even women would be jealous. And every time he took action, no one knew how he took action. They only knew that ever since he entered the Cangnan Academy, he had never been defeated.    

    

Dan Tianyou could feel that many people were looking at him, but his facial expression didn't change at all. His gaze was still fixed on the arena, and it was very calm. He seemed to be lost in thought, and also in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking. Perhaps, there was a possibility that he was thinking the same thing as them.    

    

When Ling Feng heard Yang Zirong admit defeat, the corner of his mouth lifted into a smile, "Elder Yang, are you sure you can represent Yang Zhihong?"    

    

When Yang Zirong heard this, he was instantly infuriated. Who in the Cangnan Academy didn't know that Yang Zhihong was his son? How could he not make the decision regarding his son's matter? And this Ling Feng was just pretending to be a fool. This was an undisguised humiliation.    

    

"Ling Feng, don't push your luck!" Yang Zirong gritted his teeth and looked at Ling Feng. His face was ashen.    

    

However, Ling Feng had an innocent look on his face, "Elder Yang, Yang Zhihong didn't say anything. It doesn't seem right for you to do this! What if he doesn't recognize you after you say it?"    

    

"F * ck, I'm his father. Can't I make the decision on his behalf?"    

    

Yang Zirong was so angry that he jumped up and down. If it wasn't for Ren Tianfeng and Cai Qingrong standing in front of him, he would have killed Ling Feng right now.    

    

"Oh? So that's how it is!"    

    

Ling Feng had a look of sudden realization. He completely ignored Yang Zirong's murderous gaze and said again, "Then do you still want to expel me from the academy?"    

    

Yang Zirong was so angry that he directly spat out a mouthful of blood. He hated Ling Feng so much that his teeth itched, but there was nothing he could do about it. This was a naked slap to the face, and he could not fight back at all.    

    

He had just announced that he would expel Ling Feng from the academy a moment ago, and now he wanted to change it. It was a loud slap to his face.    

    

But he also knew that if he didn't say it out loud, Ling Feng might do something.    

    

Helpless, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Don't worry, you won't be expelled from the academy!"    

    

"That's good! In that case, I won!"    

    

Ling Feng nodded his head in satisfaction and looked at Yang Zhihong. "Senior disciple Yang, is that so?"    

    

Cold sweat kept dripping down from Yang Zhihong's forehead, and his clothes were already drenched. How could he dare to say no? "You won!"    

    

When he said this, he almost collapsed. After walking through the gates of hell, he had lost all his temper.    

    

"Alright! Since that's the case, do you want to get off the stage yourself or do you want me to go dry shrimp?"    

    

"You..."    

    

Yang Zhihong's face was full of resentment, but he had no choice but to jump down from the stage dejectedly. Only by doing so could it prove that he had really lost.    

    

This was the rules of the arena. Admitting defeat did not necessarily count. Only when one side was thrown out of the arena, or if he himself was able to withdraw, could he be considered as the true victor.    

    

Ling Feng was a smart man. Although he knew that Yang Zirong and Yang Zhihong would not dare to play tricks in front of so many people, he did not want to have any unpredictable risks.    

    

He had used up a lot of energy when he used his strongest attack just now. Moreover, Yang Zhihong's last attack had also caused him a lot of injuries. If he did not hold it in, he would have vomited blood long ago.    

    

Now, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. His body could not help but sway. The Golden Wheel Fire-tipped Spear was stuck on the ground, forcefully supporting his body.    

    

"Now, I declare that Ling Feng has won and will enter the Earth Class!"    

    

Ren Tianfeng saw that the matter had been resolved. He turned around and looked at Ling Feng with a gratified smile. He said, "Ling Feng, please..."    

    

He wanted to congratulate Ling Feng, but before he could say anything, his face suddenly changed. A fierce aura burst out from his body. His eyes coldly swept into the distance. That was... the direction of the academy's gate.    

    

"Who dares to barge into the Cangnan Academy?!"