Supreme Sword Sovereign

The dragon's horns were sharp, like swords.

Its scales shimmered, with wisps of fiery intent continuously drifting out, swirling and transforming into clouds. The massive dragon's body appeared and disappeared, exuding an even more divine aura.

Its belly bore five claws, as firm as celestial gold, seemingly capable of tearing through space with ease.

"This..."

Wu De's face turned pale, utterly dumbfounded.

"Is this the foundation of Fengwu Academy?"

"Back then."

Duan Ren swallowed hard.

"If she had brought this out, what chance would we have had?"

"Heh."

Murong Yuan sneered.

"Even without this, were you ever her match? Besides, using the power of the Saint Realm against a group of half-step Transcendent Realm cultivators? To put it bluntly, do you... deserve it?"

The two turned red with embarrassment.

They wanted to retort.

But couldn't utter a single word.

Indeed, they didn't deserve it.

They exchanged a glance.

Both felt their fate was rather unfortunate.

Decades ago.

A mysterious woman arrived in the Northern Territory of the Eastern Wilderness with Zuo Yang and Yu Miao, establishing Fengwu Academy.

Naturally, this incited fear and dissatisfaction among the various families, who all came knocking. Except for Murong Yuan, six half-step Transcendent Realm cultivators attacked together, only to be defeated by the woman alone, returning in disgrace.

Since then.

The woman resided permanently in the Northern Territory of the Eastern Wilderness.

The families felt like they had a thorn in their side, but had no way to deal with her and could only grudgingly accept it.

Ten years ago.

The woman suddenly left Fengwu Academy, her whereabouts unknown.

Just as the families secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to be rid of this nightmare.

Luo Wushuang rose to prominence...

"Myriad Transformations Holy Land."

Zuo Yang looked at You Fang.

"Is it that impressive? Even if you invited me, I wouldn't go!"