The arena of the Wei Manor was where the youths of the clan trained and honed their martial arts. But today, almost all of the clan’s members were gathered, including Wei Guohao’s two brothers, who were supernal mentors in the institute. The Wei Manor was usually quiet and secluded; battles like these were rare.

Seated at the top of the tower were Wei Tiancang and Wei Qing, the eldest in the clan. Beside them were other seniors from the clans like Wei Tianxiong, and Mu Yang, who was Wei Tiancang’s disciple. The rest of the clan were scattered across the arena, all of them elites of the institute. Even the younger generation, led by Wei Guohao, knew what this battle would decide and waited anxiously for the fight.

“Brother Ziyu, teach him a lesson.”

“Show him what the Wei Clan is made of.”

“He can't win without Jiang Feiling.”

The youths were all confident in Wei Ziyu’s years of experience. Not only was he a disciple of Heaven’s Sanctum, he was also a mentor in the Flameyellow Scions Institute. He had extensive experience and assisted supernal...