The King, Ma Xing

As Ma Xing passed, everyone gave way. Only a few could stand up to the pressure he exuded.

Even the elites of the Academy nodded in approval. This young man strode boldly forward; he had the appearance of a King!

In the Immortal Realm, the so-called Kings were not those human cultivators that had formed Qi, but those formidable characters that possessed outstanding presence. Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to become a King, and cause the word 'King' to become much too cheap?

Yet this Ma Xing completely deserved the name of King. Without battling, his presence was enough to subdue enemy troops; his was really a figure that would be rare even in a hundred thousand years.

"I never thought that our Institution actually managed to receive this kind of student!"