The Enraged Sacred Academy

The Enraged Sacred Academy . . . 

In the midst of this tumultuous battle, Qin Wentian's physique bore an uncanny resemblance to that of a fiendgod, encircled by a swirling maelstrom of ancient characters. He appeared to teeter on the precipice of annihilation. Despite the deep concern etched on the faces of Qing'er, Mo Qingcheng, the experts of the Southern Phoenix Clan, and the Battle Saint Tribe, they were painfully aware that they lacked the qualifications to intervene in such a high-stakes confrontation. In this pivotal moment, only Qin Wentian himself held the power to save his own life.

With unwavering determination, Qin Wentian gazed upon the unfolding spectacle. Countless human emperor silhouettes were being shattered, yet they persevered in their relentless charge towards him. Standing resolutely before Qin Wentian, Huang Shatian exerted his will, commanding these silhouettes to systematically dismantle Qin Wentian's defenses. Throughout this devastating onslaught, Huang Shatian's expression remained as tranquil as ever.

Qin Wentian's immortal foundation now emanated a sinister crimson hue, exuding a formidable aura of demonic energy as it continued to deploy potent Greater Demon techniques in a desperate bid to fend off Huang Shatian's inexorable onslaught. Yet, all these efforts seemed to prove futile. In a matter of mere moments, the indomitable force broke through every barrier, violently crashing into Qin Wentian's form. Simultaneously, the nine human emperor silhouettes sealed off the surrounding space, denying him any avenue of escape.

Within this enclosed cage of annihilation, there existed only the prospect of utter obliteration, a reality that seemed inescapable for any immortal-foundation cultivator.

"BOOM!"

Huang Shatian's relentless attack at last overcame every defense, surging towards Qin Wentian with unrelenting force. In that critical instant, Huang Shatian discerned a peculiar anomaly. He furrowed his brows, tilting his head to behold a startling sight: above Qin Wentian's immortal foundation, eight formidable Greater Demons materialized, radiating an ominous blood-red luminescence. The intense illumination washed over Qin Wentian's body, triggering a dramatic response. All the energy contained within his immortal foundation appeared to be drawn toward the core of his palm, combining with the God's Hand's activation. This marked the ultimate fusion technique of the Greater Demons, brimming with unprecedented energy.

Amidst the chaos of their titanic clash, Qin Wentian's once-human form had transformed into something more akin to a deity or a fiend. An intricate dance of ancient symbols swirled around his body, casting an aura of impending doom. The battle had reached a crescendo, with spectators like Qing'er, Mo Qingcheng, and the formidable members of the Southern Phoenix Clan and Battle Saint Tribe, gripped by an anxious tension. However, they understood that this was a contest beyond their capacity to influence; only Qin Wentian possessed the means to salvage the situation.

In this pivotal moment, Qin Wentian's gaze remained unwavering, locked onto the unfolding spectacle. An army of human emperor apparitions, shattered but relentless, relentlessly bore down on him. Huang Shatian, a pillar of unyielding resolve, stood resolute before him, directing these phantom forces to systematically dismantle Qin Wentian's defenses. Through this tumultuous storm, Huang Shatian's countenance remained as serene as a placid lake.

Qin Wentian's immortal foundation, now imbued with a malevolent crimson hue, radiated a palpable aura of demonic energy. It valiantly fought against Huang Shatian's relentless barrage, invoking powerful Greater Demon techniques in a desperate bid to thwart the impending catastrophe. Yet, it appeared as though their combined efforts were insufficient. In a matter of moments, the inexorable force tore through every protective layer, crashing into Qin Wentian with unrelenting vigor. Concurrently, nine human emperor silhouettes encased the vicinity, forming an impregnable barrier that denied him any path of escape.

Within this suffocating cage of impending oblivion, there loomed only the certainty of annihilation, an inescapable fate for any immortal-foundation cultivator.

"BOOM!"

Huang Shatian's unyielding assault at last overwhelmed every vestige of defense, surging relentlessly toward Qin Wentian. Yet, in this climactic moment, Huang Shatian discerned an enigmatic anomaly. Furrowing his brow, he shifted his gaze upward to witness an astonishing sight: above Qin Wentian's immortal foundation, eight formidable Greater Demons manifested, emanating a sinister blood-red luminescence. The radiant glow cascaded over Qin Wentian's body, triggering a profound reaction. All the energy encapsulated within his immortal foundation seemed to converge toward the heart of his palm, merging seamlessly with the God's Hand's activation. This marked the ultimate fusion technique of the Greater Demons, pulsating with unprecedented power.

Huang Shatian's imposing figure hung suspended in the air, and an eerie hush fell over the onlookers. Despite the cataclysmic power that had been unleashed moments ago, it appeared that it still hadn't been enough to vanquish Huang Shatian. Qin Wentian's eyes remained fixed on that enigmatic figure, disbelief etched across his face. Could even such an astonishing display of power prove insufficient in the face of Huang Shatian's might? The thought gnawed at him, leaving him to contemplate Qing'er's fate.

However, the solemn atmosphere was shattered by an unexpected interruption. Amidst the silence of the academy, a low cough resonated, punctuating the moment. Huang Shatian's radiant aura began to dissipate, and the once-impervious emperor armor crumbled, disintegrating into motes of dust. Moments later, an astonishing sight unfolded as Huang Shatian expelled a mouthful of crimson blood, his body plummeting from the heavens.

"BOOM!" His form made an abrupt impact with the ground, a sight that momentarily paralyzed the Nine-Emperors Immortal Empire contingent. Only after an extended pause did Huang Wudi, stricken with panic, dash toward his fallen comrade.

"Huang Shatian has fallen?" A wave of incredulity swept through the spectators. Had a mere sixth-level immortal, Qin Wentian, with all his injuries and might, managed to topple the indomitable Huang Shatian?

In response to this turn of events, a subtle smile graced Qin Wentian's lips. Despite his battered state, he deemed the sacrifice worthwhile. Although he hadn't succeeded in vanquishing Huang Shatian, he had at least incapacitated his foe, rendering him combat-inept. The battle had concluded in a stalemate, with neither side achieving outright victory.

As Qin Wentian's gaze fell upon Qing'er and Mo Qingcheng, he beamed at them with tenderness. A faint glimmer of satisfaction danced in his eyes before he succumbed to unconsciousness.

This momentous clash had come at a great cost to both parties. The entire academy quaked in response to the tumultuous spectacle. Qin Wentian's indomitable spirit and unremitting determination had left an indelible mark on the hearts of his fellow students. He had unleashed his power to its very limits, demonstrating an unyielding resilience that could stand toe-to-toe with Huang Shatian.

In the heavens above, a palpable and formidable presence descended, bearing the visage of an imposing and stern figure. This figure issued a chilling reprimand: "Are you all satisfied now? Despite the academy's regulations and attempts to temper your actions, both sides persisted in pursuing each other's annihilation. The students of this generation have truly lived up to their 'excellent' reputation."

"In light of your blatant disregard for the academy's rules, you will be granted three additional years. After that time elapses, there shall be one final lecture on the Dao. Following that lecture, each of you will be required to depart from the sacred academy." The voice resonated with unwavering authority, eliciting astonishment among the assembled students.

The implications were profound. Three more years were now offered, along with the promise of one last Dao lecture. However, it was made clear that, after this period, all students would be forced to vacate the sacred academy.

A sense of reluctance permeated the crowd, particularly among those whose cultivation had yet to reach its zenith. They had hoped to remain within the academy's hallowed halls, continuing to refine their skills for a few more years. Nevertheless, the will of the academy remained inscrutable; the intentions of its divine overseers remained veiled.

Huang Wudi cast a cold, lingering glance toward Qin Wentian and his companions before leading Huang Shatian away. In kind, Qing'er guided the unconscious Qin Wentian from the battlefield. Both parties had resigned themselves to the realization that any further confrontation would only invite the wrath of the sacred academy. In the wake of this monumental clash, uncertainty hung heavy in the air, shrouding the fate of these students in an aura of profound mystery.