"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Just as the crowd stood stunned, a voice cried out from below.
Everyone looked over and saw Liu Tian standing below, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot. He was staring up at the Saint Institute's battlefield, roaring like a madman.
"I won't lose to you!" Liu Tian roared, shooting into the sky once more.
"This battle is concluded. Lin Hao is the victor. From this day forward, he is an official disciple of the Saint Institute." Duan Wushuang's voice rang out, and she casually flicked her sleeve.
As he shot toward the sky, Liu Tian met an invisible force and was forced back to the ground. The floating boulders also descended, returning to their original positions.
Lin Hao landed on the Upper Courtyard plaza and saw a tall Holy Stele at the edge of the plaza begin to glow. A moment later, his name appeared upon it.
'That must be the Saint Institute's Holy Stele.'
