"Then what?" Shuzi's tone was deep.
The young man's eyes flashed with a cold light as his left shoulder slammed into Shuzi. Shuzi clenched his fist and did not step back even half a step. The two collided inside the teleportation device, producing a low, muffled sound. Shuzi retreated two steps, while the young man stepped forward, sneering disdainfully as he walked out of the teleportation device.
Shuzi also took a step forward, raising his hand to press on the young man's shoulder. The young man's star energy burst out, transforming into flames, heating the air. Shuzi grasped the hilt of his blood-red battle blade, its edge gleaming coldly, ready to strike.
At that moment, Little Cannon walked over and casually tapped Shuzi's hand away, then pressed down on the young man's shoulder, forcibly suppressing the star energy that had turned into flames. "Sorry, gentlemen, no fighting here. If we break the teleportation device, we'll have to fly out."
The young man's eyes widened, and his star energy surged, attempting to break free, but he couldn't escape Little Cannon's suppression. Shocked, he thought to himself, weren't the two left behind in the Tenth Court supposed to be worthless? This person definitely had the strength of the Extreme Realm. In terms of cultivation level alone, he was no weakling.
Suddenly, everyone felt a shock in their hearts and turned to look. In the distance, Xiyue and Michelle, who had been staring at each other, changed. Xiyue's long blue hair fluttered as she opened her mouth, and her melodious singing echoed over the Wangchuan Sandsea. The ethereal melody seemed to conjure an exquisite beauty dancing in the scorching air, the gentle song cleansing the souls of those present.
Though the song was beautiful, Cannon and Little Cannon's faces were unusually serious. This was Xiyue's combat technique, the Phantom Spirit Song, a legacy technique of the Eighth Court.
Among the Ten Courts, only the Eighth Court possessed the most musical combat techniques, which was why the Lingmeng Clan chose the Eighth Court. These musical combat techniques were most suitable for the Lingmeng Clan, capable of unleashing unimaginable power.
"Xiyue is a powerhouse with a thirty-match winning streak in the Battle of Realms. Michelle is far inferior. Brother, we should stop this," Little Cannon said seriously.
Cannon shook his head, his previous playful demeanor gone, his gaze extremely serious. "Let's watch. If it gets out of hand, Mentor of Sandsea will step in."
The people following Xiyue looked proud. Xiyue was not just a singing star; she was the young clan leader of the Lingmeng Clan, a powerful inner universe clan. Without strength, she couldn't have become the young clan leader. Among the Integration Realm powerhouses in the Eighth Court, Xiyue was one of the strongest.
Shuzi's gaze was filled with shock as he listened to the beautiful song, feeling an immense sense of danger from the changing climate of the sand sea. The woman was far stronger than him, and even those following her were more powerful, like the young man from the Fire Region who had just transformed his star energy into a solid form—a realm he couldn't yet reach. This was the strength of the Starry Sky War Academy students; even a random one could shock the outer universe.
Michelle frowned, her internal organs vibrating from the music, her brain heavy. The intense dizziness made it hard for her to stand. What she saw was no longer the Wangchuan Sandsea but flashes of past scenes that left a deep impression on her. She couldn't bear it, biting her lip, her eyes flashing red as red lotuses bloomed at her feet.
The red lotuses were striking, adorning the endless sand sea and shattering the Phantom Spirit Song instantly.
Everyone was surprised. Was this Michelle's innate gift?
Xiyue's eyes flashed. Red lotuses, just like her sister Mira's, were Michelle's innate gift. This talent had allowed her to stand out and join the Ten Decisions Council with her Integration Realm cultivation. Xiyue aimed to break this gift.
The song changed from the Phantom Spirit Song to the Three Sonic Booms, a rigid musical technique Xiyue mastered to shatter the red lotuses.
Michelle's eyes opened, her red pupils gleaming with a strange light. As the red lotuses bloomed, no one could stop her—not this woman, not any Integration Realm powerhouse from other courts. At this moment, she was invincible.
Just then, a thunderous shout shook the heavens and earth, causing the sand to swirl. "Shut up! Who dares to disturb my rest?"
Xi Yue's Triple Sound Burst and Michelle's Red Lotus were shattered by a powerful gust of wind. Both women staggered back, their faces turning pale. They bowed toward the direction of the sand sea, "Sorry, Mentor," they said in unison.
Cannon quickly stepped forward with a forced smile, "Michelle, Xi Yue, Mentor Sandsea has a bad temper. You should stop now."
The two exchanged a glance. "Sister Xue, as expected of Mira's sister, your talent is impressive," Xi Yue said with a smile.
Michelle glanced at her coldly and walked eastward into the sand sea.
Xi Yue didn't mind. She smiled at Cannon and had the others leave the sand sea. "I will be training here in Wangchuan Sandsea for a few days. I'll let you know when I'm done."
"Miss Xi Yue, isn't that too dangerous?" the young man from the Fire Domain asked worriedly.
Xi Yue frowned, "This is Wangchuan Sandsea, with Mentor Sandsea overseeing it. No one can harm me. Don't be so timid, get out."
"We'll stay at the entrance," someone said.
Xi Yue said nothing more, smiled again at Cannon and Small Cannon, and walked westward into the sand sea.
Shuzi restrained his gaze, the shock in his heart slowly subsiding. He was far from the level of the top students of the Starry Sky Battle Academy who had just clashed.
Small Cannon patted his shoulder, "Let's go. Don't overthink it. You've improved a lot since you started. The future won't be bad."
Shuzi nodded and stepped into the teleportation device. Cannon quickly followed, and the three of them left the sand sea.
In the end, only those following Xi Yue stayed at the entrance of the sand sea.
Wangchuan Sandsea was vast and endless. Xi Yue didn't fly; she walked step by step into the depths. However, at her speed, she had already walked far in just an hour.
Feeling the coarse and hard sand, Xi Yue's eyes glimmered, "I hope I can comprehend battle aura here, truly standing at the top of the Eighth Institute, and even becoming a Domain Lord." She recalled the training insights of a student from the Tenth Institute who had trained in the sand sea. "Should I bury myself? The deeper, the better."
With a loud bang, Xi Yue struck the desert with her palm, only to find that the seemingly loose desert was hard to penetrate. A full-strength palm strike only created a pit one meter deep. These sands seemed to resist stronger the harder one struck. Helplessly, Xi Yue stood on the desert, gently applying pressure, and slowly sank.
The deeper she sank, the more painful the friction between her body and the sand became. These sands were very helpful for tempering the body, but pain and gain were proportional.
Xi Yue was prepared, gritting her teeth to endure.
When she was completely buried in the sand, an overwhelming pressure assaulted her, not just physically but also mentally. It felt as if she were being suppressed at the bottom of a mountain, bearing the pressure and suffocating mental torment.
Not enough. This pressure was similar to some training grounds of the Eighth Institute and insufficient to comprehend battle aura.
A warrior's spirit requires enduring inhuman oppression. All ten battle academies had places for this kind of oppressive training, but those places were overcrowded. Only Wangchuan Sandsea of the Tenth Institute had few people and was even rumored to be a sacred place for training battle aura. She had to succeed. Deeper, deeper.
Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters.
When Xi Yue descended to twenty meters below the desert, her brain felt hazy, and blood threads appeared on her previously fair skin. This depth was already at the limit for both physical and mental endurance, but it still wasn't enough.
Gritting her teeth, Xi Yue descended further. Suddenly, her foot stepped on something strange, something soft. She looked down and saw a pair of eyes staring blankly at her chest.
Lu Yin was asleep. Yes, asleep. After entering Wangchuan Sandsea, he found that the desert surface had little effect on him. Recalling Cannon's introduction to Wangchuan Sandsea, he buried himself to train more effectively.
The deeper he went, the stronger the pressure, and it worked. While enduring the pressure of Wangchuan Sandsea, he even fell asleep. With his physical strength, even being buried twenty meters deep wouldn't hurt him, although the pain was inevitable, but he didn't care.
As he slept, something stepped on his leg. Opening his eyes, he saw something majestic up close. It was a woman's chest, right? It should be. He stared blankly, inhaling a faint fragrance that was intoxicating. Instinctively, he took a deep breath and looked up, meeting a pair of stunned eyes.
"Pervert!" Xi Yue's face turned pale, and she shouted angrily, striking down with her palm.
Lu Yin dodged, "Don't shout."
Enraged, Xi Yue kneed toward his face. Lu Yin blocked with his hand, tightly gripping Xi Yue's smooth leg. "Woman, I was here first."
Feeling the warmth of his hand, Xi Yue was furious, "Let go of me, pervert!"
Lu Yin quickly released her and stepped back. "Don't call me a pervert. I was here first, and you stepped on me."
Xi Yue trembled with anger. As the young leader of the Lingmeng Clan, she had always been pure and untouched. Never had a man been so close to her, especially not to her chest. And then to be... to be... Thinking of this, Xi Yue's head filled with blood. "I'll kill you!" She opened her mouth, and a strange sound burst forth in all directions.
It was Triple Sound Burst, the move she hadn't used against Michelle, now fully unleashed on Lu Yin.
Lu Yin's expression changed. This woman was strong. Feeling the sudden terrifying sound bursts, his Star Art automatically activated, weakening the sound bursts within its range. Looking up, he saw Xi Yue continuing her sound attacks. It was endless. Anger surged within him, and he reached out to grab her.
Xi Yue, now utterly enraged, wanted only to eliminate this man. Seeing his hand reaching for her, she shouted, "Pervert, you court death!" With a breath, her rosy lips emitted a melodious song. Lu Yin's hand stopped ten centimeters from Xi Yue, as the song turned into a cosmic tide, rising and falling, trying to drown him.
Xi Yue had never used her strongest musical battle skill—Dark Universe Rebirth Song—on anyone before. It made the desert boil.
Deep in the desert, Mentor Sandsea was surprised. "What a powerful musical battle skill. As expected of the Lingmeng Clan's most outstanding descendant. Among the younger generation of the Inner Universe, she's strong enough to touch the Top Hundred Battle Rankings."
Lu Yin's hand couldn't move forward, blood trickling from his ear. The music seemed to explode in his brain, attempting to shatter him.