There was dead silence in the hall. Everyone held their breath, their faces pale as they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
Three powerhouses of the Real Martial Arts Realm were crippled in one move!
Moreover, they were crippled by a freshman!
In a secret room somewhere in the hall, the white-bearded protector suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red as if he had seen the fight just now. He was shocked and said in a hoarse voice, "Haoran Academy's Sword Manual!"
In the hall, except for the flames on Chen Zhen's body that were still burning, there was complete silence.
Everyone was stunned and their bodies were stiff as if they were nailed to the ground.
Even the registration teacher was shocked and looked at Yang Qingxuan in shock.
Such an unfamiliar face and such terrifying strength, was he really a freshman?
Yang Qingxuan ignored everyone's shocked expressions. He shook his sword and pointed at Ceng Wen, saying, "It's your turn."
"Ah?! — — "
Ceng Wen was scared and his legs were trembling. He said in a trembling voice, "Let, let me go. I was wrong. I'm trash. I'm not worth your time. I beg you, don't kill me."
"Leave him to me."
Suddenly, Chen Zhen, who had been sitting in meditation, opened his eyes and said indifferently.
The flames on his body flickered a few times, then like a candle in the wind, they gradually weakened and then disappeared from the surface of his body.
Then, his whole face became cold. A fierce murderous aura loomed, like a sword that was about to be unsheathed.
Yang Qingxuan put away his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "You can do it."
Ceng Wen's eyes widened and said, "How is it possible? Where's your anger? Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, happiness, anger, sadness, and joy. Where's your anger? Where's your anger?! "
He scolded crazily and spat, "You piece of shit, your whole family is shit, all of you are shit …"
"Clang!"
A spear flew up like an ice flower blooming in the air. It was as clear as a dragon.
"Chi!"
With a flash of silver light, Ceng Wen's mouth was pierced by the long spear. The body of the spear directly pierced through, bursting out from the back of his head and stabbing into the ground.
It was as clear as a swimming dragon, flickering with cold light. Streaks of blood flowed down along the silver-white body of the spear. It was a miserable sight.
Ceng Wen opened his mouth wide. His eyes were filled with defeat, and he completely shut his mouth.
Chen Zhen said coldly, "I've already found a way to convert all my anger into killing intent. You're constantly infuriating me, which means you're constantly strengthening my desire to kill you."
Ceng Wenyang fell to the ground. His head exploded, and he could no longer hear anything.
"Boom!"
The teacher in charge of registration suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and said angrily, "How dare you! How dare you disregard the school rules and kill a fellow student in front of me! "
Chen Zhen put away his gun and coldly said, "He was the one who started it. I was just defending myself. Otherwise, the one who would be dead now would be me."
The teacher said coldly, "Sophistry! No matter what, you killed a fellow student. Things aren't that simple anymore. Follow me to the Academic Affairs Office. "
He glanced at the three people who were seriously injured on the ground. He pointed at Yang Qingxuan and said, "You be careful too. If the three of them die, you won't be able to escape either."
Yang Qingxuan said indifferently, "That's why the three of them didn't die."
He turned his head and suddenly smiled, saying, "I have a bad temper. I don't like people pointing at me, no matter if that person is a fellow student or a teacher."
"You …!"
The teacher flew into a rage. He slammed the table and jumped out, saying coldly, "Say that again!"
Yang Qingxuan said, "I have a bad temper. I don't like people pointing at me, no matter if that person is a fellow student or a teacher."
Teacher: "…"
The students who had been silent for a long time came back to their senses. They were all shocked speechless. "Arrogant! Too arrogant! "," He even dares to target a teacher. Let's see how he's going to deal with this! "," Hehe, just wait for a beating! "
Everyone was rejoicing in his misfortune.
The muscles on the teacher's face twitched. He said coldly, "You're courting death!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped over.
Yang Qingxuan put down his hands behind his back. The aura on his body soared, and the Martial Spirit Seal between his eyebrows shone brightly.
The Fighting Ghosts God rotated in the center of his palm. The terrifying sword intent surged out like a storm. A sword ray shot out from it and slashed toward the teacher's palm.
The teacher was shocked. He hurriedly withdrew his hand. His two fingers pointed in the air a few times, drawing a shining golden rune. Just as he was about to slap it, he suddenly felt a dangerous aura. He saw that Yang Qingxuan's surroundings had turned into darkness. The big sword in his hand emitted a blue and green light, as if the entire darkness had been compressed.
"Not good!"
Although the teacher's strength was average, his eyesight was still there. He immediately saw the horror of this sword. He didn't care about the golden rune that had just been condensed. He turned around and ran toward the door of the hall. Then his figure flashed and disappeared.
"Ah? He escaped? "
In the hall, all the students opened their mouths wide and looked at this scene in disbelief. The teacher actually escaped?
Yang Qingxuan was also stunned. The sword intent on his body dissipated, and he put away the Fighting Ghosts God. He snorted coldly and said, "At least you know what's good for you."
Many students were covered in cold sweat. They swallowed with difficulty. Wasn't this too arrogant? He even dared to hit a teacher. He didn't take anyone seriously at all.
Yang Qingxuan glanced around and stared at the students around. He said coldly, "Who else is not convinced? You can come up and die together. "
All the students lowered their heads. No one dared to say a word.
Yang Qingxuan continued, "Don't think that you can take advantage of your seniority just because you entered the school early and are older. To put it bluntly, you've been living like a dog for your age. You can't even beat a newcomer. How can you still have the face to stay here? Get out of here as far as you can. In the future, if anyone dares to talk about me and Wu Qiyue, I'll beat you up every time I hear it. I'll beat you up until you're honest! "
All the students were silent. Many of them clenched their fists. They were angry but didn't dare to say anything. It was unprecedented to be lectured by a freshman like this. It was ridiculous.
"This is too much! Too arrogant! I, Wu Peng, am not convinced. Please enlighten me! "
As soon as the voice fell, a student flew out. He formed a seal with his hands and released thousands of lightning bolts. It was like rolling thunder. Soon, it covered the entire hall with crackling sounds.
Then, he put his palms together. Thousands of lightning bolts were condensed in his palms and struck down like thunder!
"Eight Thunder Palm!"
"Boom!"
His palm struck out eight streaks of lightning in the air. They flickered incessantly with crackling sounds as they violently attacked from all directions, shocking a stretch of lightning.
"Wu Peng! It's Wu Peng of the Eight Thunder Palm. Haha, this time Yang Qingxuan is dead for sure! "
Immediately, a student recognized him and shouted in surprise.
"He's a master ranked 26th on the Hidden Dragon Roll. It's said that his Eight Thunder Palm was only completed this year. It's estimated that he can rush into the top 20."
"Let's see how arrogant that Yang Qingxuan can be. He's dead for sure!"
The originally dispirited crowd came back to life. They were full of vitality and began to talk about it. Their faces were full of surprise.
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