Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family

Mu Yun wore a crazed expression, and the Hao Ran Qi within him surged to the sky, charging straight toward Su Changqing.

The literary aura in the sky boiled, transforming into a colossal brush a thousand feet long, descending with endless sharpness.

The eight Tianjiao by his side, seeing this, all gritted their teeth and advanced together.

Having reached this point, there's no retreat; better to fight to the death!

"Ha!"

A roar of anger exploded, and the several Tianjiao each displayed their divine techniques, their Hao Ran Qi rising to cover the heavens.

The sky filled with the engravings of the character 'Kill'.

Poetry and prose transformed into a rain of swords falling down.

Some even held brushes, painting mountains and rivers to suppress all directions!

Rumble~

Tremendous ripples shook the heavens and earth, these Tianjiao of the Divine Skill Realm displayed formidable combat power.

This scene caused all the onlookers to adopt solemn expressions.

The power of the Divine Skill Realm was not only at a higher energy level; the spiritual power they could mobilize was also more formidable.

Su Changqing, weaker by one major realm, could hardly be a match on strength alone.

On the Demon Race's side, the Young Peng King's golden pupils flashed sharply, staring intently at Su Changqing's position.

"If you were to enter the fray, would you be a match for those scholars?"

The Great Peng King looked at his son beside him and asked.

After the Young Peng King's complete transformation, he did not know exactly how strong he had become.

But...

Even as a quasi-emperor, he felt a bit breathless under the pressure of the Young Peng King's Tianpeng bloodline.

"They are just some nobodies, easily dealt with."

The Young Peng King glanced indifferently at those scholars, then refocused his gaze on Su Changqing,

"The truly strong one is he!"

"Su Changqing... makes me feel an intense pressure!"

The Great Peng King's expression tensed as he looked toward Su Changqing below.

To impress the fully transformed Ancient Tianpeng to feel pressure,

what kind of tactics did Su Changqing have at this moment?

...

"Should we intervene?"

"Changqing's realm suffers too much, and he's facing nine opponents. He might not be a match."

Ling Si felt anxious upon seeing the scene and asked.

"Let's wait a bit more."

Shu Han looked at the field, his gaze sharp and said:

"Changqing is not reckless; he should have some confidence."

"Moreover, even if he can't win, Changqing can always mobilize the Hao Ran Qi within the sculpture."

Bo Gu and the others nodded in agreement.

Given the current situation, Su Changqing was nearly in an unassailable position.

As long as the great Confucians of the Mu Family did not take the stage, Su Changqing's safety wouldn't be a problem for now.

"Prepare for the battle."

Shu Han took a deep breath, glanced toward the Mu Family's direction,

"Regardless of the outcome of this fight, the Sacred Academy and the court faction will have their battle!"

The members of the Sacred Academy remained silent, their powerful auras already surging.

At the same time, the Mu Family also stood up, paying attention to the battle on the field.

In fact, the strength of the court faction greatly surpassed that of the Sacred Academy.

As soon as they directly started the battle, the Sacred Academy had no chance of winning.

However, the Confucian Way differed from other forces, focusing on 'rites and laws'.

As long as Mu Yun claimed the first in the literary grand meeting, the court faction would hold the moral high ground when they took action.

This would mean they had a justified cause, avoiding criticism.

But if they lost this battle, the court faction would still take action.

However, that would be akin to 'rebellion', leaving an indelible black mark in history.

This was why the Patriarch of the Mu Family, knowing Su Changqing had a trump card, had been enduring and refrained from acting up until now.

"Don't worry, Patriarch."

A Mu family elder noticed 'Mu Ren's' anxiety and confidently smiled:

"The Young Master is an unparalleled Tianjiao of the Confucian Way, leading Su Changqing by a major realm, with several others assisting."

"Unless Su Changqing merges with the Hao Ran Qi, he won't be a match."

"And once external power is used, we can openly take action."

"The Sacred Academy is doomed to lose this time!"

The other great Confucians present all nodded in agreement.

When the moral high ground is secured, it will spell the defeat of the Sacred Academy!

As for the battle on the field, no one thought Mu Yun and the others would lose.

Mu Ren nodded but couldn't help the unease in his heart as he looked at the calm-faced Su Changqing.

"Hopefully..."

...

The Hao Ran Qi on the literary platform boiled, and the oppressive divine techniques and secret arts fell like rain.

Su Changqing stood his ground, surrounded and locked by the oncoming offensive from all sides.

"Hahaha, die, Su Changqing!"

Seeing the unresponsive Su Changqing, Mu Yun let out a sinister laugh.

The colossal brush a thousand feet long swelled slightly again, bringing with it a howling gust of wind, arriving instantly in front of Su Changqing's forehead.

At the same moment, the offensive from the other eight Tianjiao arrived instantly.

Faced with this dangerous scene, everyone from the Sacred Academy showed urgent expressions.

The court faction wore expressions of unsurprised joy.

But just at this moment.

Su Changqing slowly raised his head, a shadow of the Space-Time Tai Chi Dao Map flashing in his eyes.

"Cease."

The soft voice sounded, and an invisible storm of time and space surged around Su Changqing.

The next moment, the colossal brush already before his forehead suddenly halted.

The extensive, overwhelming divine arts seemed to have the pause button pressed, freezing in the void.

Everything in the world seemed to stop instantly.

The howling wind, the descending secret techniques, and the sinister smile on Mu Yun's face.

With time and space frozen, an enormous yin-yang Dao map appeared beneath Su Changqing's feet.

"Shatter."

Su Changqing slowly extended his palm, gripping lightly in the void world.

Boom!

Crack!

The vast secret arts and divine techniques were obliterated by an irresistible force.

The realm where Mu Yun and the others stood shattered like a torn, broken mirror.

At the same time, not just the void, but time itself shattered!

This realm returned to the void, and all the beings within perished as time and space crumbled.