Chapter 459: The Holy Son Steals the Peach

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Boom!

A massive release of energy shattered the confined space, and Ye Dun was violently slammed into the ground by the terrifying impact.

The ground immediately kicked up a moderate cloud of dust. When it cleared, everyone could clearly see the enormous illusory divine weapon impaling Ye Dun's back and embedding itself into the ground like a nail, pinning him firmly in place!

The entire arena fell into dead silence. Everyone stared in shock as Ye Dun, despite having his back impaled, continued to struggle.

His body convulsed violently.

The attack of *Holy Judgment* had transformed the illusory divine weapon—this was no physical strike, or else it would never have been able to lock onto Ye Dun in his Shadow Dance state. This was a spiritual technique, the pinnacle of the Martial Artist's Path of War, designed specifically to counter the arcane techniques of other professions. It was a manifestation of the Supreme Sage Teacher's theory of mutual restraint.

Bzzzzzt—

Ye Dun's body trembled wildly. Clenching his teeth, he channeled all his silver soul energy toward his spine, both to protect himself and to forcibly remove the *Holy Judgment* sword pinning him down.

Was there still a chance?!

The crowd—whether supporters of Zenith or Rose—were on the edge of their seats. But the next second, Old Wang, hovering in the air, glanced down indifferently and snapped his fingers.

Boom!

The golden *Holy Judgment* sword suddenly exploded. A wave of soul energy erupted from Ye Dun's position, spreading outward like a shockwave!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In that instant, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of dread, as if the rippling sound waves had dragged them into a terrifying, silent world. They could hear their own heartbeats and see a pair of golden eyes gazing down at them from above—divine and unfeeling.

A wave of dread and terror swept through them.

Aside from the VIPs, even the ordinary spectators and Holy Sanctuary disciples couldn't help but shudder. Though they snapped out of that eerie state almost immediately, they were left drenched in sweat, limbs weak. A chorus of thuds echoed as people collapsed back into their seats or slumped onto the stands.

When they steadied themselves and looked back at the center of the arena, Ye Dun, who had been struggling moments ago, lay motionless.

There was no blood, no visible wound, but his Ghost-level soul pressure had completely dissipated. He lay prone on the ground, utterly still.

Only one man remained in the sky.

The entire arena was silent. Even the three Ghost-level referees were stunned. This technique was far harder to master than Shadow Dance, requiring countless refinements—yet it had been executed so effortlessly.

This Wang Feng still wore that same careless expression.

But now, it was a carelessness that commanded awe.

"Rose Holy Sanctuary—victory!" The White-Haired Ox-Demon's voice boomed across the arena, shattering the tense silence.

Fu Changkong descended immediately. He had never imagined such a defeat, especially under these circumstances.

Had they won?

Yes! They had truly won!

Looking at Wang Feng's figure standing in the arena, his blood-stained robes, the supporters of Rose Holy Sanctuary erupted.

"We won! We won!"

Emotions poured out through their cheers. Su Yue could no longer control the cheer squad she led. The young women embraced each other, jumping and laughing through their tears. Rose had won. They had won. Su Yue smiled as she watched Wang Feng still in the arena. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her eyes from welling up—tears streamed down her face.

As one of the most valued disciples of Mentor Luo Yan, Su Yue had always known that Rose was hanging by a thread. So, she maintained a spirited demeanor every day, pushing herself even when utterly exhausted, smiling at everyone—even when her heart was drowning in gloom. People openly or secretly called her "Su the Beauty," but in truth, she was desperately trying to be a role model, hoping to inspire others with her attitude. She often dreamed of one day saving the crumbling Rose Holy Sanctuary, though she soberly knew she wasn’t the hero for such a task… But perhaps, someone like that would eventually appear. Principal Calida had once lifted Rose from the brink—there could be a second hero for Rose! And Wang Feng stood up. He… wasn’t the traditional kind of hero. He was a bit… different. But he stood up. And now, Rose had defeated the Zenith Holy Sanctuary!

It felt like a dream! But it was real!

Famier rushed out, heading straight for the infirmary. She had to tell Ah Xi immediately—Rose had won! Her tears kept flowing, soaking her sleeves. Born into a prestigious family in Aurora City, her choice to enroll in Rose Holy Sanctuary out of admiration for Principal Calida had been met with disapproval. Compared to the faltering Rose, the Judgment Holy Sanctuary was a grander stage. Her parents, who supported her decision, faced repeated criticism within the family. Even for noble families, nurturing a talented direct descendant was no easy feat.

Now, the Rose Holy Sanctuary she had chosen was no longer the humiliated underdog but the rightful top Holy Sanctuary!

The male disciples of Rose had already gone wild. They had witnessed a miracle they’d never dared dream of—a moment that would forever be etched in their minds as their most precious memory.

Ning Zhiyuan waved his arms high but couldn’t find his voice. As a long-time disciple of Rose, he lacked foresight, focusing only on cultivation. Initially, Wang Feng’s unconventional and rebellious ways had been hard to accept. But gradually, he sensed the passion and responsibility beneath the playful facade. So, he chose to follow this man, no matter the outcome. Today, he witnessed a miracle—like something out of a dream.

Patu embraced everyone around him fervently. That one strike from Wang Feng had conquered him. This was the true master of swagger, slapping the entire establishment in the face—total badass! I'm sold!

Li Sitan, blank with excitement, saw Famier darting through the celebrating crowd and snapped back to reality. He shoved away Patu, who was rushing to hug him, and followed Famier, hurdling over the railing. Arms raised, despite his age, he ran like a child flying a kite for the first time. Behind him, more from Rose Holy Sanctuary caught on and surged forward…

To the victors go the spoils! Long live Rose! Long live Wang Feng! Long live!

The arena was filled with Rose’s roars. Though their supporters numbered only a few hundred, their cheers rivaled those of ten thousand.

Lao Huo wanted to leap out too, but after glancing around, he grinned brightly and stayed in the stands. "Ah, so embarrassing—oops, we won again."

The other principals wore varied expressions. Lao Huo had shown everyone up today. The rise of Rose Holy Sanctuary, the standard-bearer of reform, was now a reality everyone would have to face.

The Old Wang Squad was swarmed, everyone embracing. Once Wang Feng came to his senses, his face was already covered in lip prints from Rose’s female cheerleaders before being hoisted into the air…

"Long live Rose!"

"Long live the Old Wang Squad!"

"Long live Minister Wang Feng!"

Mid-air, Wang Feng turned his head and saw Ning Zhiyuan’s tear-streaked face. Damn, did they have to throw him so high? This was like three floors up! He yelled, "Old Ning! Catch me!"

Ning Zhiyuan spread his arms eagerly, but Patu squeezed in too, followed by more—as if catching Wang Feng came with a prize…

Su Yue laughed through her tears. It wasn’t Ning Zhiyuan who had thrown him—it was her. As a graduate of the Forging Academy, excitement sometimes made her lose control of her strength.

"Long live!"

They caught Wang Feng steadily… only to toss him again, this time four stories high. Mo Tong laughed heartily in the crowd. That strike of Wang Feng’s, the Holy Judgment against Ye Dun—it struck straight to the soul, almost like his own style. Damn, if only he could’ve fought too…

Wang Feng’s mind raced with mental expletives. This throw clearly wasn’t from the same hands—were they competing to see who could launch him higher? Yin Yue covered her mouth, giggling—she’d seen Mo Tong sneakily adding force behind Wang Feng’s back.

Meanwhile, Famier had reached Ah Xi’s side. She’d been worried but couldn’t approach earlier—the guards respected the Eight Tribes nobles but wouldn’t let non-combat Rose disciples near. Now, she could finally hold Ah Xi’s hand.

"Ah Xi, we won!"

Tears of joy spilled again as Ah Xi grinned despite the pain, silently laughing. He’d known. He’d always known it would end like this.

Next to them, the Li siblings exchanged a glance, their gazes softening as they looked at the still-unconscious Winnie.

On the field, the cheers grew tearful—first from excitement, now from genuine pride. Rose Holy Sanctuary had truly changed. They’d defeated the eight great Holy Sanctuaries one by one, toppled the lofty Zenith Holy Sanctuary. They were all Roses! Before, admitting they were from Rose Holy Sanctuary to others had felt shameful. But since Wang Feng led the charge against the eight Holy Sanctuaries, victory after victory had erased all doubt. Rose was now a proud Rose!

Yue Ningxin watched as Wang Feng was tossed and caught. Once, she’d been the head of the Spirit Beast Academy, relegated to the "cold palace" because of Wang Feng. To say she hadn’t resented him would be a lie. But now, she was genuinely convinced. Defeating Zenith meant Rose was naturally the top Holy Sanctuary. Her only regret was herself—if only she’d followed Wang Feng sooner… She glanced at Ah Xi, once just Rachel’s pathetic little follower, not even a real contender. Now, he was a hero in his own right. If only she… But it wasn’t too late yet!

At this moment, every member of Rose Holy Sanctuary shared Yue Ningxin’s feelings—filled with pride and confidence in Wang Feng, in Rose Holy Sanctuary, and in their own futures!

Old Wang was being tossed up repeatedly by the crowd in the center, and Lao Huo watched with a grin. This brat! He actually pulled it off! He pinched himself just now—ouch! This wasn’t a dream!

To be honest, he had doubted the challenge against the Eight Great Holy Sanctuaries, but he had also believed in it. Now, a miracle had landed in his hands. Wang Feng had started this journey against the Eight Great Holy Sanctuaries because of Karida, but now, the headmaster was him! This chapter would undoubtedly be a landmark moment in Holy Sanctuary history: "Under the leadership of Headmaster Hawkland, the Old Wang Squad of Rose Holy Sanctuary, led by Wang Feng and his teammates, defeated the Zenith Holy Sanctuary and claimed the title of the First Holy Sanctuary..."

Tch, the name "Old Wang Squad" was a bit too casual. Just imagining future Holy Sanctuary disciples reading this part of history and seeing the words "Old Wang Squad"... How reckless. He should have discussed with Wang Feng earlier about changing the team name. But then again, it was enough—more than enough! Lao Huo was an easily satisfied man.

Journalists from all factions were frantically scribbling notes on the scene. A century-defining upset was unfolding before their eyes. Though they had anticipated that Rose might truly be a dark horse capable of overturning everything, the final hurdle had still been the Zenith Holy Sanctuary! For years, it had been the unshakable pillar among the 108 Holy Sanctuaries!

To many, it felt as if that pillar had shattered—the sky had fallen!

And yet... it also seemed... they were seeing a different landscape. When Zenith Holy Sanctuary stood high above, everyone followed the same rigid path. If you had heroic talent, you were a hero. If you didn’t, you were just a "commoner"—at best, you could become a support role serving the heroes.

The class system seemed set in stone, with one’s birth largely determining their fate. But Rose had provided another answer: as long as you were willing to fight, work hard, and be brave, you could break through those shackles!

Lucky Heaven smiled as she watched the jubilant Rose Holy Sanctuary. Wang Feng’s final strike had indeed been shocking. Ye Dun’s loss was no injustice. Wang Feng had outmaneuvered everyone. But something was odd—if he was this strong, why had Karida been so worried back then?

Was there something else going on?

Hei Wukai, however, was thinking about something else entirely. Did this mean his duel with Wang Feng could be moved up the schedule? This kid actually understood the Way of Battle—where else would he find such a worthy rival?

In the VIP spectator seats, the princes from various duchies were abuzz with discussion. Rose had actually won! Many who had bet on Zenith Holy Sanctuary in the casinos looked downright ill. Just moments ago, they had been praising Zenith’s profound heritage, and now, the reversal had come so abruptly!

Ghost Elder merely smiled without a word. These common fools—who did they think Wang Feng was? How could small obstacles like Zenith Holy Sanctuary stand in his way? The rise of Rose Holy Sanctuary was only the first step!

Beside him, Xiao Bang remained calm. His master was truly remarkable. The path of cultivation was long and arduous, but compared to what this battle had revealed, his master’s composure was even more instructive...

Gule stood up, raising his arms in a cheer. There was no doubt left—joining a Rose Holy Sanctuary like this was an honor. Just as he was about to rush down, a figure cut in front of him. Clad in snow-white robes, his smile melted the ice and snow. Instantly, all eyes that had been on Rose Holy Sanctuary were drawn to him.

"Saint!"

"It’s His Highness, the Saint!"

Saint Roy smiled faintly, slowly pacing as he surveyed the arena. With just a gentle raise of his right hand, even the cheers from Rose Holy Sanctuary gradually quieted. Wang Feng finally landed on his feet, watching the Saint in the center. This guy wasn’t simple—he was a real opponent, with an innate +12 charisma buff.

As the Saint lowered his hand, the entire arena fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. Though the top figures of the first and second tiers didn’t particularly care, they still cooperated, quietly observing the Saint’s performance.

"Let this day be remembered by all. This was a great match—a sumptuous feast presented by both Zenith Holy Sanctuary and Rose Holy Sanctuary, showcasing the spirit of our Holy Sanctuary. Today, it is the victory of the Holy Sanctuary’s spirit! May the Holy Light be with you!"

Instantly, thunderous applause and cheers erupted across the arena. "Long live His Highness the Saint! May the Holy Light be with us!"

Wang Feng wore a faint smile, though inwardly, ten thousand mythical beasts were rampaging through his mind. *He can spin it like this?!*

He had met someone even more shameless than himself. This guy’s rhetoric was well-honed—with just a few light words, he had turned Rose’s hard-earned victory into a triumph for the Holy Sanctuary, even the Holy City. If Winnie were here, she’d probably slap this guy. But most people wouldn’t fully grasp it—some starry-eyed Rose members nearly thought the Saint was praising them, their hands almost clapping enthusiastically before Old Ning grabbed them by the neck.

In the stands, Hawkland looked like he'd bitten into a lemon, while the other Holy Sanctuary headmasters wore faint smiles. Rose replacing Zenith’s position wouldn’t be so simple. This was just one victory—once the hype died down, it would fade. In terms of legacy, Rose was still too shallow.

Xiao Bang’s gaze turned cold. The Saint was hijacking the moment—impatient, to say the least. It seemed the so-called Holy City was nothing more than this.

Long Jing chuckled softly. "His Highness the Saint’s rhetorical maneuver is steady and masterful, though somewhat small-minded. He could’ve waited until Rose finished celebrating before making his move."

Lucky Heaven didn’t respond, though her eyes flashed briefly. Their stances were different, so the Saint’s actions weren’t entirely unjustified. But to step in like this before Rose’s celebration had even ended... It was far too eager.

The Saint in the arena smiled. In the League of Blades, the Holy City’s authority had always been absolute. As the crowd fully quieted, he opened his mouth to speak—"All..."

But just then, a hand patted him twice on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but... who are you?"

Silence—deafening silence.

What the hell was Wang Feng doing? Hawkland’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

The smile on Saint Roy's face remained unchanged. "I am Saint Roy, from the Holy City. Wang Feng, come to the Holy City. I can offer you a broader space for development and help you master the true power of the Ghost Level."

Wang Feng was genuinely stunned for a second. Seeing Saint Roy spread his arms with a smile, he thought, *Damn, I’ve met shameless folks, but this two-faced snake takes the cake. Is he publicly recruiting me as his henchman?*

Wang Feng could feel the envious gazes from all directions. In their eyes, the Holy City was the Holy Sanctuary’s sacred land, the true core. No matter who you were, what kind of genius you were, or what achievements you had made, only by entering the sacred land could you truly make it big!

But what they saw as a sacred land was, in Old Wang’s eyes, just a slightly higher-tier raid—one with lousy rewards, a grind not worth the effort.

Old Wang looked at the smiling Saint Roy and finally understood. The reason the Holy City was the Holy City definitely had something to do with its next-level shamelessness.

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