Zhao Letian and Mu Lei paid no attention to the soldier's mockery and went straight into the city.
After entering the city, they first headed to the paynt counter and each paid the residence fee for ten days, then made their way towards the Holy Spirit Academy.
Becoming a Prince Consort was secondary; attending the Holy Spirit Academy's admission process was a must for them.
The academies in Gray Wolf Kingdom were akin to sects in Dajin Country, and being the finest academy in Gray Wolf Kingdom, Holy Spirit Academy surely possessed many cultivation resources unavailable elsewhere; cultivating there would be much quicker.
Holy Spirit Academy was located in a secluded area to the north of the city, occupying a vast expanse of land, complete with mountains, rivers, and lakes, almost like a miniature world. The entire academy was separated by massive walls, and above those walls was a huge Array Formation Light Shield, shimring in the sunlight and exuding an astonishing presence.
By the ti Zhao Letian and Mu Lei arrived, two long queues had already ford at the gates of Holy Spirit Academy, with at least a thousand people waiting to register. Hence, they casually got in line at the end of one queue.
"Get lost over there, you country bumpkins from out of town don't deserve to stand with us people from the Royal Capital."
Just as Zhao Letian and Mu Lei found their spot, a young man with a fat face and extravagant fur coat turned around, gave them a disdainful look, and spoke coldly.
"Fatso, who do you think you're talking to?"
Mu Lei, who had a fiery temper, raised his hamr, with True Yuan Power swelling around him, glaring back at the other.
"Hmph, a re True Martial Third Realm cultivator dares to talk back to this young master. You truly are an ignorant bumpkin. And you, trash, dare to think of joining Holy Spirit Academy? Ridiculously overestimating yourself, go to hell."
The fat young man in luxurious robes, with disdain in his narrow eyes, snorted coldly and directly raised his fatty palm to strike at Mu Lei.
"True Martial Fifth Realm? Be careful."
Zhao Letian frowned and struck out with his palm as well. Being attacked for no reason also made him extrely frustrated.
"Boom!"
The powerful True Essence Power spread out. The fat young man's body fat trembled uncontrollably as he staggered backward seven or eight steps before finally stopping with difficulty, looking at Zhao Letian in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock.
In contrast, Zhao Letian only took half a step back, and yet he was still unsatisfied. After all, with just Physical Strength alone, his attack power was comparable to soone at True Martial Sixth Realm. That fat young man, with only True Martial Fifth Realm cultivation, was still able to shake him, showing that Gray Wolf Capital was indeed a place not comparable with the Baihua Tribe, where even a random person could be a formidable expert.
However, the truth was, although Gray Wolf Capital indeed gathered many geniuses, not every random person pulled out was a genius. That fat young man was not an ordinary Martial Artist; otherwise, he wouldn't dare to register for Holy Spirit Academy.
anwhile, seeing the result of the exchange, Mu Lei's expression beca solemn, revealing deep wariness in his eyes. From the True Essence Power that had dispersed, it was apparent that this fatso was stronger than him; he had underestimated his opponent.
"Fat Rong, if you can't even beat an ordinary True Martial Fourth Realm outsider, you have no face to stand in the noble line. Get out."
A young man in white clothes spoke coldly from the front.
"Bai Dongyi, there's sothing odd about this kid. His actual combat strength is much higher than his cultivation level. You can mock all you want, but if you're so capable, go fight him yourself."
Fat Rong said with a dark face, looking at Zhao Letian with a wary eye. Just from that palm strike, he could tell that Zhao Letian was much stronger than him; they weren't on the sa level.
"If you're useless, don't make excuses. A re True Martial Fourth Realm, no matter how strong, can be strong to what extent? Step aside, and watch this young master teach him a lesson."
Bai Dongyi said contemptuously, stepping forward and imdiately releasing a powerful aura of True Martial Sixth Realm.
"Fine, I really want to see how you're going to teach him a lesson."
The corpulent Rong spoke in a mocking tone, then stepped aside.
"Kid, being able to defeat that fatty Rong ans you've got so skill, but I'm going to make you understand that the Royal Capital is not like your backwater little places. It's best you stay in line here and don't even think about provoking the locals, otherwise, you're going to die a miserable death."
Bai Dongyi stood in front of Zhao Letian, his aura climbing to its peak, spreading True Yuan fluctuations like a storm assaulting Zhao Letian, seemingly trying to crush Zhao Letian with his overwhelming presence.
"If you're going to strike, do it quickly; if not, get lost."
Zhao Letian casually stood with his hands clasped behind his back, allowing the opponent's aura to hit him unchecked, his face showing no hint of fear as he spoke indifferently.
He didn't know how he had provoked these locals—was it just because he had chosen the wrong side? If that could be reason enough to fight, there was no need for him to argue with these people. They were just a bunch of spoiled young masters who were used to being arrogant, they wouldn't reason with him; if there was a problem, it would be simpler to resolve it with fists.
"Very well, you still dare to be arrogant in front of . It seems you won't shed a tear until you see your coffin. Yuan Heavy Fist, kill!"
Bai Dongyi sneered from extre anger and threw a punch.
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Zhao Letian bellowed, raising his fist wrapped in arcs of electricity to et the blow.
"Boom!"
An even more formidable True Essence Power radiated out, causing the surrounding onlookers to quickly dodge out of way. As a result, Bai Dongyi was forced to retreat five steps before stabilizing himself, his breath ragged and his arm numb and trembling incessantly from the power of thunder and lightning.
In contrast, Zhao Letian only took three steps back, his breathing steady, and his expression as usual.
"A re True Martial Fourth Realm individual to possess such strength, boy, I admit, I've underestimated you. Are you the monstrous genius from one of those super tribes? Is it the Heavenly Wolf Tribe, or the Snow Eagle Tribe?"
Bai Dongyi stared at Zhao Letian, no longer daring to show any trace of contempt.
"You're quite strong too, for soone rely at the True Martial Sixth Realm to make take three steps back, you're much better than trash. As for which tribe I co from, that's none of your concern."
Zhao Letian spoke dispassionately.
Bai Dongyi's face darkened instantly. Better than trash? Was Zhao Letian complinting or insulting him?
"Bai Dongyi, didn't you want to teach him a lesson? How co you are the one being taught a lesson instead?"
The fat Rong mocked from the side.
"Shut up! What gives you the right to laugh at ?"
Bai Dongyi gave the corpulent Rong a cold look. Although he had lost, he had managed to push Zhao Letian back three steps, while Rong couldn't even make Zhao Letian take a single step.
"At Holy Spirit Academy, do not act recklessly. Everyone get back to your own teams. You two outsiders, you're in the wrong line. Go to the other team."
Just then, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out from the academy, his aura formidable and clearly possessing the powerful cultivation of the Sect Martial Realm.
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