"So it's the Divine Child."
Beyond everyone's expectations, the Grand Elder of the Academy, instead of getting angry, revealed a smile uglier than a cry, and slightly cupped his hands towards Jun Xiaoyao.
He had long been warned by the Dean and Vice Dean of the Academy not to provoke the Jun Family Divine Child, treating him as a plague god to be avoided as much as possible.
But at this moment, seeing the two injured Saints, the Grand Elder had no choice but to brace himself and step forward.
Seeing a powerful Saint Lord Realm expert being so amiable to Jun Xiaoyao, the Cultivators from various forces around them all sighed in admiration.
"Grand Elder…" Yin-Yang Holy Son and the others turned pale.
They had just been relieved, thinking that the Grand Elder would uphold justice for them.
But it turned out the Grand Elder was even more cowardly.
"Never mind, let's consider it entertainment." Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the Void Realm, beginning to ascend the ninety-nine steps of the Heavenly Ladder.
Prodigies like Golden Winged Little Peng King were very cautious when attempting these three trials.
Even they could fail if they weren't careful.
However, Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm and leisurely, as if he were simply strolling through nature.
Countless Cultivators in the entire arena focused their gazes, not blinking, not wanting to miss a single scene.
They had been curious before if the unparalleled Jun Xiaoyao could break the records of the Ancient Paragon, and now their doubts could finally be resolved.
Hua Xiqing's clear, spiritual eyes also gazed unblinkingly, tightly following that white-robed figure.
Compared to the two Saints, she, the Saintess, had wisely protected herself and was not affected.
Jun Xiaoyao, in his peerless white robes, with sleeves fluttering, resembled an Immortal descending upon the Nine Heavens.
He walked without stopping, stepping up the stairs one by one, and from beginning to end, his speed never slowed.
Even after reaching the seventieth step, where the pressure multiplied, pressing down like a mountain, Jun Xiaoyao's speed remained the same as before.
This kind of pressure, for Jun Xiaoyao, who possessed the Ancient Sacred Body and cultivated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength, was simply child's play.
Without a doubt, Jun Xiaoyao directly broke through the ninetieth step.
"He really reached the ninetieth step!" many Cultivators exclaimed, but they were not surprised.
Jun Xiaoyao's strength was unquestionable; reaching the ninetieth step should be a normal operation for him.
However, after the ninetieth step, it would be much more difficult.
"After the ninetieth step of the Heavenly Ladder, each step has more than ten times the pressure of the previous ones. Jun Family Divine Child, can you pass through?" the Grand Elder thought to himself.
To be honest, he somewhat wished to see Jun Xiaoyao stumble.
After all, this Divine Child's prestige was too great, causing the Sacred Spirit Academy to lose considerable face.
However, reality was destined to disappoint the Grand Elder.
Jun Xiaoyao's body surged with Divine Power, like a White-Robed Divine King arriving at the pass. With every step he took, the Void Realm vibrated, like beating war drums.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Jun Xiaoyao took nine steps in one breath.
These most difficult nine steps were actually passed by him in one go!
Shocking!
Stunned!
Unbelievable!
All Sacred Spirit Academy Disciples, deacons, and even the Grand Elder, were collectively dazed.
As members of the Academy, they knew best the difficulty of these ninety-nine steps of the Heavenly Ladder.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao had easily passed through, reaching the peak!
In the sky, light rain fell, auspicious beasts manifested, and Ancient Paragon phantoms flickered, as if bowing to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao ascended all ninety-nine steps of the Heavenly Ladder in one go.
Golden Winged Little Peng King's expression froze.
Ye Xingyun couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The Little Western Heaven Heavenly Buddha's face became stiff.
The records they couldn't break were easily shattered by Jun Xiaoyao.
And from the looks of it, it was incredibly effortless.
"Next trial."
Jun Xiaoyao did not pause at all, directly stepping towards the second trial.
The second trial was to strike the heavy ancient bell.
Previously, Golden Winged Little Peng King had only managed to make it ring fifteen times.
"I think the Jun Family Divine Child is very likely to reach the record of eighteen rings!" a Prodigy shouted excitedly.
They were witnessing a miracle!
Some Cultivators' eyes flickered; they also speculated that Jun Xiaoyao might break the record again and reach eighteen rings.
Jun Xiaoyao directly activated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Strength, unleashing a punch!
Ninety thousand giant elephant particles, plus ten thousand Dragon elephant particles, a colossal Divine Power of nineteen billion catties erupted from Jun Xiaoyao's fist.
At the same time, Dragon elephant phantoms accompanied this punch, bursting forth with a roar.
Dragons and elephants are both the epitome of strength, representing a supreme and mighty power.
Jun Xiaoyao was the Incarnation of this supreme power!
Dong…
Jun Xiaoyao's fist landed on the ancient bell, emitting a dull thud.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the subsequent sounds.
However, there was none…
After one ring, the ancient bell seemed to fall silent, not making another sound.
"What's going on?" Many people were taken aback, somewhat dumbfounded.
Why was there only one ring?
This was completely inconsistent with their estimations, a world of difference.
"Impossible, no matter how strong the Jun Family Divine Child is, he couldn't possibly only make the ancient bell ring once, could he?"
The Prodigy who had previously guessed Jun Xiaoyao could break the record couldn't help but say.
Although Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan also didn't know the reason, this didn't stop them from showing mocking expressions.
On the contrary, Golden Winged Little Peng King, Ye Xingyun, and others felt that something was amiss.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent as he retracted his fist.
"Third trial…"
Jun Xiaoyao directly stepped towards the third trial ground, without any explanation, leaving everyone with his back.
Just as everyone was extremely puzzled.
Crack…
A faint cracking sound was heard.
A crack appeared on the ancient bell.
This seemed to cause a chain reaction, with continuous cracking sounds.
The entire ancient bell, in front of everyone's utterly shocked gazes, suddenly shattered into countless fragments!
At this moment, this entire world seemed to fall silent!
Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan's mocking smiles froze on their faces, looking utterly ridiculous.
Even the Grand Elder, a Saint Lord Realm expert, felt his scalp tingle.
The ancient bell, shattered!
At this moment, everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's back again, as if revering a Divine Being!
"The Jun Family Divine Child is simply a Divine Being, a born Great Emperor!" a Prodigy couldn't help but shout excitedly.
Jun Linglong, Wu Mingyue, Jun Zhangjian, Yi Yu, and others also showed unprecedented expressions of fervent worship.
Even Hua Xiqing's spiritual eyes sparkled with unusual brilliance.
The Prodigies she had seen before were simply incomparable to even a single finger of Jun Xiaoyao.
As for Yin-Yang Holy Son and Xia Lan?
No need to mention them; they couldn't even withstand a single move from Jun Xiaoyao's followers.
The entire Sacred Spirit Academy was in an uproar, and numerous Cultivators followed closely behind Jun Xiaoyao, eager to see him in the final trial, leaping over the Dragon Gate.
At this moment, the Grand Elder suddenly slapped his forehead and whispered, "Oh no, it's going to be dangerous!"
He wasn't referring to Jun Xiaoyao, but rather the golden-horned flood Dragons kept in the lake.
Those were the ones he had raised!
However, by the time the Grand Elder came to his senses.
In the distance, at the Dragon Gate, exclamations had already erupted once more.
Jun Xiaoyao's punch struck down, and the golden Divine Elephant roared as it descended into the lake, directly shaking all the golden-horned flood Dragons within the lake to death.
Not a single one left!
Not a single one alive!
"Holy crap!"
The Grand Elder, with a raspy, duck-like voice, roared towards the sky, swearing loudly, his old eyes reddened and his heart bleeding.
Those were his precious pets, meticulously cared for and cultivated, and they were all killed by Jun Xiaoyao!