"Yang Qingxuan, give me the antidote!"
Yi Kun was shocked and quickly asked Yang Qingxuan for the antidote.
Yang Qingxuan was also shocked. He shook his head and said, "I don't have the antidote."
Yi Kun was furious and shouted, "That sword was formed by your Martial Spirit. Who would believe you if you say you don't have the antidote?"
Yang Qingxuan stared at him coldly and said, "Do I need you to believe me?"
"You …!"
Yi Kun was rebuked. Although he was angry, he was also shocked. The cold aura emitted from Yang Qingxuan's body made him feel a little scared.
Qing Buli stepped forward and said, "Qingxuan, don't be impulsive. Save Zuo Heng first."
Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "I really don't have the antidote. This is the first time I've seen this sword. "
Qing Buli frowned. This was his first time seeing his Martial Spirit. It was hard to believe, but Yang Qingxuan didn't look like he was lying.
Hua Ling trembled in the crowd and muttered to herself, "This is the first time I've seen it … This is the first time I've summoned this sword …"
"Save me, save me!"
Zuo Heng cried and crawled over with difficulty. "Yang Qingxuan, please save me. I don't want to die. I was wrong. I shouldn't have targeted you. Only you are worthy of Wu Qiyue. I'm just a pile of shit. I'm not worthy of your help. Please, spare me. "
"Pfft."
"Pfft."
Two meatballs on his body exploded. Only half of his body was left. There were no internal organs in his chest. Black water flowed out.
But the most terrifying thing was that he didn't die. He could clearly see his miserable state.
Yang Qingxuan frowned and sighed. He didn't expect the sword to be so terrifying.
For the first time, he felt how terrifying his Martial Spirit was. How many more terrifying Sword Spirits were there in the boundless Sword Tomb?
Since ancient times, all the peerless swords in the boundless universe were buried here!
"Pu!"
The meatball on Zuo Heng's forehead exploded, and half of his head was blown away. Thick black liquid flowed out from the inside.
The most horrifying thing was that Zuo Heng didn't seem to be dead yet. One of his legs was still shaking, and his mouth was opening and closing, shouting, "Spare me, spare me, I was wrong …"
"Ahhh!"
Zuo Ming screamed miserably. Seeing his beloved son in such a state, he knew that there was no way he could survive. He raised his palm and the air started to spin as he slammed it down!
"Boom!"
Zuo Heng's broken body was smashed into smithereens by the palm strike. Black liquid splashed everywhere, scaring the students so much that they hurriedly dodged, afraid that they would be stained by the slightest bit.
The little ghost in Zuo Heng's body let out a shrill scream. A cloud of black gas appeared out of thin air. After a few sinister laughs, it completely disappeared.
"Yang Qing Xuan! My Zuo Family and you are irreconcilable! "
Zuo Ming's eyes were red as he roared.
Yang Qingxuan coldly said, "When have we ever been on the same side? Aren't you responsible for what happened to Zuo Heng today? You have always been willful and unruly. The person who killed him was not me, but himself. "
Zuo Ming roared, "Don't talk nonsense! Today, even if you exaggerate, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my beloved son! "
"Tsk, stubborn. Do as you wish."
Yang Qingxuan coldly snorted. Naturally, he would not take this kind of threat to heart. As long as he pressed forward, there was nothing to fear in this world.
The entire plaza was eerily silent. Everyone gradually recovered from the terrifying scene and looked on in disbelief. Zuo Heng was actually dead. This was even more shocking to them than the eerie scene they had just witnessed.
King Qing immediately stepped forward and bowed. "Your Majesty, this Yang Qingxuan is vicious and has no regard for the law. If we let him go, he will definitely become a devil in the future. In my opinion, we should immediately execute him to prevent future troubles! "
Su Ze's face darkened. He snorted and stepped forward. "Your Majesty, Zuo Heng's death was an accident. No one would have thought that it had anything to do with Yang Qingxuan."
King Qing sneered. "How could it have nothing to do with him? He used a fatal poison because he was determined to kill the other party. This is intentional murder, not accidental! "
Su Ze still wanted to argue, but Zuo Ming beat him to it and cried, "Your Majesty, please uphold justice for my son!"
Immediately, a few people from the Zuo family stepped forward and shouted in unison, "Your Majesty, please punish the murderer!"
Su Yu placed her right hand on the chair and tapped her fingers on the armrest. She looked like she was deep in thought. No one knew what she was thinking.
Chen Bo and Blue Sun looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Zuo Ming had lost his beloved son. If they rebuked him at this time, they were afraid that he would get into trouble. No one knew what kind of irrational things he would do.
"Wu Of Gojoseon, what do you think?"
Su Yu said, pushing the hot potato to Qing Buli. "I have said before that the matters of the academy will be decided by Wu Of Gojoseon."
"This …"
If he had killed an ordinary person, it would have been fine. The academy would have punished him a few times and it would have been over.
But he had killed Zuo Heng.
Qing Buli stole a glance at Zuo Ming and then at Yang Qingxuan. One was glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, while the other was standing upright with a cold expression. Qing Buli felt a headache coming on.
Zuo Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Of Gojoseon is famous throughout the world. I hope that you can uphold justice for my son!"
"Sigh."
Qing Buli sighed. "This matter is a little complicated. First, take Yang Qingxuan to the administrative office and lock him up. Then, the elders will discuss how to deal with him."
Everyone cursed inwardly, "As expected of an old fox. Suppressing the matter first, there is still room for negotiation."
Su Yu looked at him indifferently. "Wu Of Gojoseon's words make sense. Then, we will do as Wu Of Gojoseon says."
Qing Buli gave Si Feiyu a look. Si Feiyu understood and took Yang Qingxuan away with a few teachers.
Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly and looked back at Wu Qiyue. In return, he received a knowing smile.
Although they did not have the wings of a phoenix, their hearts were linked.
Zuo Ming watched Yang Qingxuan being taken away with hatred in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
Su Yu returned to the palace, escorted by the crowd. The crowd in the plaza dispersed, leaving behind a few teachers to clean up the scene. The crater created by the explosion, as well as the destruction of the plaza, would require a lot of work.
"Yang Qingxuan's martial spirit … What's going on?"
In the crowd, Tan Tao's face was grave and frightened. He sighed and left with the crowd.
Hua Ling, who had the same question, went to a secluded corner alone. Her storage bracelet flashed as she took out a silk booklet.
Hua Ling's face was solemn as she slowly opened the booklet. She realized that her nervous hands were trembling and her palms were sweaty.
The booklet was filled with all kinds of pictures. They were colorful and exquisite.
Some were round like plates, some were heavy like mountains, some were unrestrained like oceans, some were purple like fire …
Her hands trembled as she held the scroll. She looked through the pages one by one and her gaze landed on a sword seal. The seal looked like a mortal world that could form a river with a swing of the sword. It was exactly the same as the Martial Spirit Seal on Yang Qingxuan's forehead!
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