This battle was a rare sight in the Beimang Holy Realm, one that only occurred once in several years.
Every moment was watched by countless people.
At the moment when one figure was sent flying, everyone turned their attention to see.
But the next moment, when they clearly saw who the figure was, the crowd was stunned.
The person sent flying was not Chu Fengmian as they had expected, but Long Weiyang.
If Chu Fengmian had been the one sent flying, no one present would have been surprised.
Long Weiyang was a Core Disciple of Beimang Academy, surpassing even the seed disciples, a true giant within the academy.
Whereas Chu Fengmian was just a small seed disciple and even more so, a newcomer who had just been promoted.
Such an overwhelming disparity in power, and yet the one sent flying was Long Weiyang?
This far exceeded anyone’s expectations at the scene.
Was this strength really that of a newcomer?
If it were not for the martial art techniques Chu Fengmian used, which were of the Dragon Clan, many people present would still believe that Long Weiyang’s opponent was the Evil Dragon Venerable.
Aside from the Evil Dragon Venerable, among the core disciples, there were very few who would dare to say they could overpower Long Weiyang in terms of strength.
Gu Aohan’s face was extremely gloomy.
This scene was well beyond his expectations.
"Damn it, I thought Long Weiyang would be able to take care of this kid, but who would have thought that this kid really had the strength to contend with Long Weiyang!" he thought angrily to himself.
He originally wanted to sit back and watch the tigers fight, hoping to use Long Weiyang’s hand to kill Chu Fengmian.
He wanted to pursue Han Yueli, and for that, Chu Fengmian was someone who needed to die.
Especially now, the talent displayed by Chu Fengmian was causing great panic in his heart.
Chu Fengmian indeed was a newcomer, correct, before entering Beimang Academy, he was practically a nobody in the Northern Territory.
Especially at the moment he joined Beimang Academy, Chu Fengmian’s strength was still very weak, at that time not even a saint.
In such a short period, Chu Fengmian’s strength had grown to this extent, which was beyond his comprehension and ignited a murderous intent in his heart.
"This child must not be spared!"
Gu Aohan’s gaze flickered, already filled with a hint of murderous intent as if calculating something.
Not only Gu Aohan, but almost everyone who witnessed this scene was equally shocked.
Of course, the most shocked was Long Weiyang himself.
Long Weiyang, with his Dragon King bloodline, was enough to suppress all dragons, with dragons in front of him merely being existences to be restrained.
But now his Dragon King bloodline was utterly ineffective in front of Chu Fengmian, and instead, it was Chu Fengmian’s power that made him feel a hidden fear.
He was a Core Disciple, a magnate of the Beimang Holy Realm, and now to be sent flying by a newcomer like Chu Fengmian was a complete loss of face.
His heart was filled with rage, frantically wanting to wash away this humiliation.
"Boy, I admit you indeed have some strength, and I underestimated you. However, today, you are still destined to lose. To witness my true strength is also an honor for you!"
Long Weiyang bellowed, suddenly letting out a long howl to the heavens, a howl that was a Dragon Roar.
Long Weiyang’s body began to inflate wildly, and in a moment, his skin was torn, revealing tough dragon scales.
In an instant, in the sky, Long Weiyang transformed into a real Dragon King, a bloodline of incomparable nobility.
"A Dragon King! This is the Dragon Clan’s Dragon King!"
"This is Long Weiyang’s true strength!"
One Martial Artist after another, looking at the Dragon King that appeared in the sky, began to discuss loudly.
Transforming into the Dragon King, Long Weiyang’s presence became several times stronger than before; this was him pushing his bloodline power to its limit.
An immense and mighty Dragon Prestige surrounded him, making others feel an urge to submit.
The Dragon, in itself, symbolizes imperial power, and the Dragon King is the king among tens of thousands of dragons.
In front of this Dragon King, some weaker Martial Artists would not dare to contend, feeling the pressure above, would retreat.
Long Weiyang was able to establish the Dragon Faction and become a magnate, relying on this power of the Dragon King.
"Long Weiyang has been forced to use all his strength."
In the depths of the Beimang Holy Realm, several elders murmured to themselves, discussing.
"How does this youngster Chu Fengmian, just a newcomer, possess such formidable strength?"
An elder muttered quietly, seemingly unable to comprehend.
"I’ve found out that this person has encountered many adventures outside and has even entered the Ancient Dragon Emperor’s cave dwelling. He must have gained a lot, but his surge in power happened after he entered the Hall of Saints."
Another elder slowly spoke.
"Seven days ago, a legacy was revealed in the Hall of Saints, and it must have been obtained by this person."
"Oh? A legacy of the Hall of Saints? The Hall of Saints hasn’t had anyone inherit it for ten years. Who could it be? Dragon Clan martial arts, was it the Red Dragon Monarch or the Evil Dragon Venerable?"
Yet another elder rattled off several names.
These names were all practitioners of Dragon Clan martial arts, revered by the Beimang Academy through generations of powerhouses.
The elder slowly spoke.
Some elders voiced their disbelief.
"It’s our Beimang Academy’s founder, the Beimang Sage!"
"How is that possible!"
"The statue of the Beimang Sage has always been in the Hall of Saints, but no one has ever understood its mystery, let alone inheritance. How could this person have received it!"
Numerous elders shouted out in disbelief.
This news shocked these elders immensely.
The founder of Beimang Academy was the Beimang Sage, a truly invincible figure, almost ranking at the peak of the Nine Domains.
The strength of Beimang Academy now was inseparable from him, and both the Beimang Holy Realm and the Beimang Academy were built by his own hands.
Not to mention inheritance, almost nobody had comprehended his martial arts; how could Chu Fengmian have received it?
"Are you telling the truth?"
An elder inquired with a serious expression.
"This news cannot be false."
"Of course, it’s true. The statue manifested its presence seven days ago, and only this person was in the deepest part of the Hall of Saints."
The elder slowly spoke.
"This news has not yet been spread, but concerning this battle unfolding before us, elders, perhaps it’s time to intervene."