Chapter 79: One Man Shakes the Entire Academy

In an instant, Dongfang Lan's formidable spiritual power enveloped Jun Wushuang.

"Hmm?" Jun Wushuang frowned slightly, turning to gaze intently at Dongfang Lan.

"Do you wish to overwhelm me with numbers, or rely on sheer strength to bully the weak?" Jun Wushuang had long since seen through the shameless facade of the Royal Martial Academy. Now that Dongfang Lan, the vice dean, stood in his way, Jun Wushuang suspected nothing good could come of it. Yet he still held the Sun and Moon Sword Talisman in his hand, unafraid of Dongfang Lan attempting to kill him.

"The cultivation grounds were compensation I promised the Lord of Southern Town. So even though you drained the branch vein and the thunderfire, I did not trouble you," Dongfang Lan said. "As for Dongfang Li, that was your wager with him. He was at fault first, and even though you severely wounded him, I hate you—but I would not interfere."

"But you should not be so greedy. You have already taken advantage of my Royal Martial Academy, and now you wish to seize the Black-White Grinding Disk. That, I cannot allow!"

Dongfang Lan's gaze was like lightning, fixed tightly on Jun Wushuang. Her words carried a chilling, murderous air. She could tolerate Jun Wushuang draining the spiritual veins and thunderfire. But the Black-White Grinding Disk was an exceedingly rare spiritual artifact, of the highest grade, second only to the legendary sacred artifacts. It had become the heart of the Royal Martial Academy’s cultivation grounds. The disk could erase impurities and refine spiritual power, making it a priceless treasure. With the Black-White Grinding Disk, the academy’s students could grow ever stronger.

Now Jun Wushuang intended to take it away. How could Dongfang Lan ever consent?

"Are you talking about this?" Jun Wushuang reached out and took out the Black-White Grinding Disk. It was no larger than a palm, black above and white below, slowly rotating, emanating invisible spiritual waves that unsettled the heart. This was the true form of the Black-White Grinding Disk.

Truth be told, Jun Wushuang did not desire it—it had chosen him as its master and refused to be left behind.

"Bastard! How dare you steal the treasured artifact of our Royal Martial Academy! You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"The Black-White Grinding Disk is not something for you to covet. After draining our spiritual energy and thunderfire, you still want to rob us of the disk? This cannot stand!"

"That's right! Vice Dean Dongfang, please subdue this thief!"

Seeing the disk, the crowd's emotions soared to the extreme. They glared at Jun Wushuang, wishing to tear him apart.

"Here, take it!" Jun Wushuang waved his hand, sending the Black-White Grinding Disk flying straight toward Dongfang Lan.

Everyone was stunned. Had he surrendered so quickly?

Where was his usual defiance? Dongfang Lan was surprised as well; she had expected Jun Wushuang to argue endlessly and refuse to admit guilt. Yet he not only took out the disk himself but handed it over without hesitation.

Dongfang Lan held the disk, feeling it almost unreal.

Suddenly, the Black-White Grinding Disk trembled violently, slipped from her grasp, and transformed into a black-and-white beam of light, flying back to Jun Wushuang.

"See? It's not that I want it. It insists on following me—I can't shake it off!" Jun Wushuang said, holding the disk again, a look of helplessness on his face.

What was happening? How could the disk recognize him as its master?

Dongfang Lan was utterly bewildered. With her strength, she could tell—the disk had chosen its owner on its own. But how was this possible? The Black-White Grinding Disk was a treasure brought back by the previous dean. For centuries, countless people had tried to subdue it but all had failed. Now it had chosen Jun Wushuang—the academy's greatest enemy!

It was simply inconceivable.

"I'll give you another chance. Hold onto it this time!" Jun Wushuang tossed the disk once more.

Dongfang Lan moved swiftly, seizing the disk, suppressing it with her spiritual energy and mental power. With her King-level cultivation, she could crush a mountain a thousand yards tall with ease.

Yet at that moment, the Black-White Grinding Disk shook fiercely, unleashing a terrifying force of annihilation.

"Ah!" Dongfang Lan cried out in pain, forced to let go.

The disk returned to Jun Wushuang's hand once more.

"I've given you two chances, but you couldn't hold onto it. In that case, you can't blame me," Jun Wushuang said, storing the disk within his bronze demon ring.

"The Black-White Grinding Disk is the treasured artifact of our Royal Martial Academy—it cannot fall into an outsider's hands!" Dongfang Lan moved to block Jun Wushuang's path.

"Even if it recognizes you as its master, it still belongs to the academy. You cannot take it away. I won't kill you, but until the disk revokes its bond, you cannot leave."

Jun Wushuang had drained the spiritual energy and thunderfire, and injured Dongfang Li. Dongfang Lan was prepared to let those go.

But not the Black-White Grinding Disk. If it were lost, the academy's overall strength would plummet. After all, apart from the Yellow-ranked students, everyone depended on the disk to refine their spiritual power. Losing it would spell disaster.

"And if I refuse?" Jun Wushuang stared straight at Dongfang Lan, unyielding.

"Then I must force you to stay!" Dongfang Lan raised her right hand, reaching for Jun Wushuang. She had no intention of killing him, but she would not let him leave. The fate of the disk was too important—even if the Lord of Southern Town arrived, she had her reasons.

Dongfang Lan was a King-level powerhouse, a hundred times stronger than Jun Wushuang. Before her, Jun Wushuang was like a hatchling, powerless to resist, left with no choice but to submit.

"The Royal Martial Academy is truly shameless, one more than the last," Jun Wushuang sneered, his eyes mocking as he faced Dongfang Lan's formidable presence.

In the next moment, Jun Wushuang drew out the Sun and Moon Sword Talisman, which contained Mo Xingyun's Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash—a force unmatched.

"Not good!" Dongfang Lan's expression changed drastically as she sensed the terrifying sword aura, retreating swiftly.

But Jun Wushuang had no intention of bluffing.

He activated the Sun and Moon Sword Talisman, and a Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash condensed, earth-shattering and capable of cleaving the heavens.

"Dragon Formation!"

Dongfang Lan could not withstand this blow. She quickly activated a corner of the academy's protective formation. Array patterns lit up, forming a golden dragon claw.

Yet the power of the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash was overwhelming. With one strike, the golden dragon claw shattered, Dongfang Lan was unable to defend herself, spat blood and was thrown back, gravely wounded.

With a thunderous roar, the sword struck through a corner of the Dragon Formation, gravely injuring Dongfang Lan, and carved a three-thousand-meter-long sword-shaped fissure into the ground. The chilling aftermath of sword energy left tens of thousands of students pale, many suffering injuries.

One sword—none could withstand.

"Clean your necks and wait for me on the dueling ground—I will come to kill you!"

With those words, Jun Wushuang turned and departed. No one dared to stand in his way.

In that moment, Jun Wushuang alone shook the entire academy.