Chapter 147

Just as many people were guessing …

Golden light and purple clouds were seen far away. A group of people had arrived. It was none other than Jun Xiaoyao and the others.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu, and the others also came with him.

Jun Lingcang brought Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

The atmosphere immediately changed when the Jun family arrived.

Their aura was not something that ordinary geniuses could compare to.

"The Jun family is indeed one of the three great families of the Yu family. They have the Son Of God and the man with polycoria. The other sequences are also very powerful." Some elders sighed.

Sensing this aura, the Yin Yang Saint and the others' expressions changed.

"Why are you all gathered at the door?" Jun Xiaoyao was wearing a white robe. He stood on the head of the nine-headed lion like a transcendent immortal.

"Holy Spirit College has a three-stage test that can test the strength and potential of a genius," Jun Linglong explained.

"I see. Who set this up? It's so boring," Jun Xiaoyao said disapprovingly.

"Cousin, aren't you interested in challenging it?" Jun Lingcang said.

He also noticed Yi Yu, who was standing beside Jun Xiaoyao. The aura emanating from Yi Yu surprised him.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others landed at the entrance of the Holy Spirit College.

Jin Yeol saw the nine-headed lion under Jun Xiaoyao and frowned. He said coldly, "Nine-headed Lion, you're a top-level Far Ancient Royal family. Don't you feel ashamed that you're willing to be someone's mount?"

The nine-headed lion was stunned. All nine heads glanced at Jin Yeol.

It had completely submitted to Jun Xiaoyao. Even the Saint of Nine Spirits allowed it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

After following Jun Xiaoyao, the nine-headed lion finally understood how great it was to ride the coattails of a big shot.

"It's impossible for me to leave my master. Not in this lifetime. Everyone in the Jun family is talented and powerful. I love being here."

His words made everyone fall into silence.

The nine-headed lion had become like this. Everyone was really speechless.

"Nine-headed Lion, you …" Jin Yeol was fuming.

"Amitabha. You and I are fated. Why don't you follow me?" Fahai chanted and walked out.

"Who are you?" the nine-headed lion said disdainfully.

Fahai smiled and said, "I'm Fahai, the Bodhisattva of Little Western Paradise."

"What? The Western Paradise?" The nine-headed lion's entire body trembled. Its hair stood on end, and its expression became extremely vigilant.

It trembled when it heard the name Little Western Paradise.

After all, its ancestor was suppressed by the Great Emperor of Buddhism and turned into a mount and guardian.

The Nine-headed Lion also loathed the Western Paradise.

"Fahai?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned.

Why did this name sound so familiar? It sounded like a bald monk with violent tendencies in his previous life.

"Benefactor Jun, this nine-headed lion is fated to be with me. Would you be willing to part with it?" Fahai was still smiling.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't say anything. He reached out with his palm and a surge of magic power pressed down on Fahai.

Fahai's smile suddenly changed. He reached out with his hand and formed a lotus seal to resist Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Bang!

After a loud sound, Fahai's body flew backward and landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded.

That was the Bodhisattva of Little Western Paradise, but he was sent flying with just one move.

While Fahai had been caught off guard, what was more important was that Jun Xiaoyao was very powerful himself.

"You …" Fahai stood up from the dust. His face was no longer as calm as before.

"Now, are you still fated to be with the nine-headed lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked calmly.

Fahai didn't say anything. His eyes were filled with fear.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and ignored him.

He had some respect for true Buddhists.

But a so-called Bodhisattva like Fahai was obviously a fake monk. Naturally, he didn't need to be polite.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin Yang Saint said, "Isn't the Son Of God of the Jun family going to challenge the three tests?"

"If it's not challenging, why should I?" Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.

His words made many of the Holy Spirit Academy's disciples furious.

The three tests of the Holy Spirit College were well-known tests. Even ancient heroes had left their footprints and records here.

Why did Jun Xiaoyao say that it wasn't challenging?

"The Son Of God of the Jun family is still as arrogant as ever," Xia Lan said sarcastically.

Just then, a cold shout was heard.

"How dare you speak to the Young Master like that? How dare you!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly and made his move.

He reached out and grabbed the air. His Dharmic powers gathered and turned into a golden bow and arrow. Two arrows shot toward the Yin Yang Saint and Xia Lan.

The arrows burned with the True Sun Fire pierced through the air. They were extremely powerful.

The Yin Yang Saint and Xia Lan both looked shocked and tried to fight back.

The Yin Yang Saint waved his hands. They turned into a black and white Taichi shield.

Xia Lan, on the other hand, emitted an imperial aura. A Sword of King Dao appeared in the air and slashed forward.

However, it was useless!

The fierce arrow pierced through the Taichi shield and shattered the Sword of King Dao. It didn't lose any momentum and continued forward.

Boom! Boom!

Two earth-shattering sounds were heard, followed by two screams.

A horrifying bloody hole appeared on the Yin Yang Saint and Xia Lan's bodies.

The bloody hole wasn't in their hearts. Yi Yu didn't shoot the wrong way. He did it on purpose.

He could teach these two a lesson, but if he really killed them, it would cause trouble for Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu was still able to grasp this bit of propriety.

Looking at the Yin Yang Saint and Xia Lan who were spitting out blood and in a sorry state, the crowd fell silent.

Then they all looked at Yi Yu in shock.

Most of the cultivators present didn't participate in the Martial Arts Competition, so they didn't know who this new person beside Jun Xiaoyao was.

"He's so powerful. He actually injured two Saints in one move!"

"Could he be the heir of an immortal force and is good friends with the Son Of God of the Jun Family?" some people guessed.

Yi Yu looked around coldly. "I'm just a follower of the Son Of God. If anyone dares to provoke the Son Of God again, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"What!"

Yi Yu's words were like a magnitude 18 earthquake. All the cultivators were tongue-tied. Their eyes almost popped out.

How could such a powerful young supreme being be nothing more than a follower of Jun Xiaoyao?

At this moment, many disciples of the major forces started to doubt their lives.

Even Jun Xiaoyao's followers were much more powerful than them, let alone Jun Xiaoyao.

"Damn it. Who's causing trouble in my Holy Spirit College?!"

In the distance, a stern shout rang out, and an old man with a white beard appeared.

Terrifying Saint-level energy waves rippled around him, almost distorting the air.

"It's the First Elder of the Holy Spirit College. He's a Holy Lord!" A cultivator was shocked.

The First Elder of the college, who was usually elusive, was actually alarmed.

Seeing the Yin Yang Saint and Xia Lan in such a sorry state, the First Elder's eyes twitched. Anger surged in his heart.

As soon as he looked over, he saw Jun Xiaoyao's indifferent face.

"They provoked the Son Of God. My follower taught them a lesson. What, do you have a problem with that?"

Jun Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and looked coldly at the First Elder of the college.