High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

These words immediately caused an uproar among the new students.

They are all the pride of heaven, and they have never suffered such humiliation on their own turf.

Xia Jidian glanced at his cousin Xia Yuan, who had been severely injured by Feng Mo before the martial arts exam and became a laughing stock, and had not yet fully recovered.

This caused the Xia family, who were extremely protective of their own, to lose face and were furious.

This blockade was secretly orchestrated by Xia Ming, a sixth-tier expert from the Xia family who serves as the vice-principal of the Shanghai Martial Arts University.

On the surface, it was the seniors giving the new students a warning and setting rules; in reality, it was aimed at Feng Mo.

We need to let everyone know the consequences of offending the Xia family.

"What kind of bullshit sects and aristocratic families are they? They're just a bunch of trash who bully others with their power!" A hot-tempered freshman couldn't help but curse.

Xia Jidian's eyes narrowed, revealing a murderous intent.

"Um?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, and a greenish-blue wood spirit true energy, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, instantly traversed a distance of more than ten meters!

"Bang!"

The freshman who started swearing didn't even have time to react before he was punched in the chest. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood, and passed out after landing.

Xia Jidian withdrew his fist as if he had merely swatted a fly. He grinned, his gleaming white teeth gleaming in the sunlight, and his gaze slowly swept over all the new students.

"You piece of trash from out of town, how dare you spout such arrogant words in front of me? Who else dares to challenge me?"

Ling Chuixue and Luo Zhengang behind him both stood with their arms crossed, looking like they were watching a good show.

"Tsk tsk, young people these days really don't understand any manners."

"He's already acting so recklessly right after entering school. If we don't teach him a lesson, what will become of him?"

"From Jin Province? I remember last year's top scorer from Jin Province had seven ribs broken by Senior Brother Luo with three punches, and spent two months in the infirmary, right?"

Each casual remark was like a steel needle, piercing the hearts of all the newborns.

Kim Jong-il clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, his chest heaved violently, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"What the hell gives you the right to hurt someone?!" His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Xia Jidian. "I, Jin Zhengyi, am the first to object!"

This roar was like igniting a powder keg.

"Damn it! I'm not having it either!"

"Does he think he's some kind of god? Let's get him!"

"A single punch can ward off a hundred! Brothers, let's go! Let's show them we're not pushovers!"

Suppressed rage erupted completely, igniting the passion within nearly a hundred newly minted geniuses. Multicolored true energy and martial spirit power surged skyward, the brilliance of various martial techniques intertwining and flashing, converging into a torrent that swept towards Xia Jidian and the others!

"Brothers, let's kill him!" Jin Zhengyi took the lead, his body swelled up, and a golden, angry Vajra martial spirit phantom appeared behind him. He threw a punch, and the sound of the explosion was deafening!

Upon seeing this, Xia Jidian was not surprised but laughed, his laughter filled with disdain and arrogance.

"A bunch of overconfident trash, daring to challenge the authority of a fourth-tier being?"

"Today, I'll show you country bumpkins what despair truly means!"

The moment he finished speaking, his powerful fourth-level martial soul force erupted from his body!

"Martial Soul, Combine!"

A phantom image of a towering, ancient blue vine, tens of meters tall, shot into the sky and instantly merged into his body. Strange blue patterns appeared on Xia Jidian's skin, and his arms transformed into two supple yet deadly vine whips, lashing out fiercely!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The air was sucked out in a series of sonic booms, and the blue whip shadows spread across the sky, turning into a net of death.

The dozen or so freshmen at the forefront had their protective auras shattered instantly, as if made of paper. Immediately afterward, the whip's shadow struck them, producing a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds. Screams rose and fell, figures coughing up blood as they were sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground, instantly losing their fighting ability.

Jin Zhengyi's golden fist energy collided with the vine whip, producing a muffled thud. He felt an unparalleled force surge towards him, and his golden martial spirit phantom shook violently. He staggered back seven or eight steps, his blood churning.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Xia Jidian sneered, his figure approaching like a ghost, while another vine whip wrapped around Jin Zhengyi's ankle like a serpent, and he pulled hard!

Kim Jong-yi lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Xia Jidian stomped down, pressing hard on his head and grinding it forcefully.

"waste!"

He glanced around at the new students writhing and groaning on the ground, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. Then, he turned his gaze to his cousin Xia Yuan, whose face was pale in the crowd.

"Xiao Yuan, that coward Feng Mo hasn't arrived yet. Go ahead and reserve his number one dorm room; consider it collecting some interest in advance."

Xia Jidian's voice was filled with cruel pleasure, "He seriously injured you before the martial arts exam, causing you to miss it. I'll avenge you! I'll keep him bedridden for at least six months, which will also teach his deadbeat parents a lesson!"

A hint of pleasure and resentment flashed in Xia Yuan's eyes. He nodded heavily and strode towards Dormitory Number One.

The entire room was filled with new students, some seriously injured, some terrified, and not one of them dared to utter a sound.

Just then, Ling Chuixue, who had been silent all along, narrowed her cold eyes slightly and looked towards the end of the tree-lined path in the distance.

There, three figures were slowly walking towards them.

A tall, slender, and aloof young girl; a chatterbox following beside her, gesturing wildly; and... a handsome young man with a calm expression and his hands in his pockets.

"Xia Yuan, don't rush off yet," Ling Chuixue said calmly. "The person we're waiting for has arrived."

Luo Zhengang noticed it too. He touched his bald head, cracked his neck with a sharp "crack," and a bloodthirsty smile spread across his face: "Heh heh, I love beating up geniuses the most. This year in the martial arts exam, two of my Vajra Sect's worthless disciples were eliminated by him. Perfect, today I'll settle the score and whip him into a spinning top!"

Xia Yuan stopped and turned around. His eyes, filled with a mixture of fear and hatred, finally coalesced into a vicious, venomous glare as he looked at Feng Mo. With his cousin there, what did he have to fear?

Xia Jidian also turned around, his gaze fixed on Feng Mo, and he grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

"Oh, is that the top scholar?"