"Oh." Hearing Lu Ping snatch his favorite line, Yan Xize raised his eyebrows. He did not show any shame, but instead remained calm.
"That's true." He nodded his head and didn't say anything else. He silently accepted the Dragon Tongue Sword.
Zhan Ren, Huang Juan, He Qiao … … were still dumbstruck.
If the Dragon Tongue Sword belonged to the Hall of Seven Sins, North Style Academy would have sufficient reason to take it back. Even Yan Qiu Ci would have to contend with them, let alone Qiu Xi Ze. However, the Dragontongue Sword was his personal property. It used to belong to Huang Juan and was taken away by Little Sister Tang. Zhan Ren had righteously asked her to return it, but she had given it to Yan Xize. This justice … … was much harder to uphold.
Awkward, sullen … … Everyone glared at Lu Ping, their eyes almost spewing fire. It was this guy who had pushed them into such a troublesome situation time and time again.
"Young Master Yan, this is not appropriate," Zhan Ren said. He could not just accept it like this. He had to say something. Not because of Huang Juan, not because of a level five divine weapon, and not because of justice. Although it looked like no one was watching, it was hard to say how many people were watching. Those spectators at the spectator stand were invited here to witness the might of the North Style Academy. They were not invited here to admire the North Style Academy's cowardly attitude because of the six experts.
So Zhan Ren could not back down. At this moment, he represented North Style Academy. He could not cause trouble in the dark like how he dealt with the relationship between Black Army Empire and Lu Ping. This was because this conflict had taken place under the watchful eyes of all the representatives of the continent's forces.
He raised his objection while straightening his back. With this status, he could be neither servile nor overbearing even when facing Yan Qiu Ci, let alone Yan Xize. Because the entire North Style Academy was his backing.
"Oh? You want to stand out? "Yan Xize glanced at Zhan Ren and asked meaningfully.
That expression, that tone, caused the rage in Zhan Ren's heart to surge.
So what if he was from the Yan Clan? So what if he was Yan Qiu Ci's son?
North Style Academy. He was not really afraid of the Yan family. Zhan Ren's identity as the first disciple of the seven peaks was not lower than Yan Qiu Ci's son.
He was polite, and he kept his seat low, partly because the other party was a guest. He was invited by the North Style Academy. Also, towards Yan Qiuci, this current era expert who has connected his five spirits, he ought to show a bit more respect.
But this did not mean that they were afraid.
Yan Xize, on the other hand, had repeatedly used his father's name to oppress others and had repeatedly threatened and intimidated them.
Zhan Ren really wanted to go forward. He wanted to see what this young master was capable of.
He stared at Yan Xize for a long time. On the other side, Huang Juan, who was seriously injured, could no longer hold on. Previously, he had barely managed to stand up. Now, he was swaying and swaying. Finally, he tilted and fell to the side. Fortunately, Zhan Ren's disciple was standing next to him, and he quickly went up to support him.
"Teacher," the student called out.
Zhan Ren turned around to take a look. In the end, he still managed to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Take him to the hospital," he ordered. Immediately, two students took Huang Juan away.
Then, he turned around and looked at Little Sister Tang. "I know your determination, so I'm afraid any punishment will be meaningless to you."
"Yes." Little Sister Tang raised her head and taught her fellow student a lesson. She snatched the Dragontongue Sword from Huang Juan's hands. Her wish had been fulfilled. Regardless of the outcome of the Seven Star Trial, she would leave the North Style Academy completely. No matter what punishment Zhan Ren gave her now. It did not matter to her.
Zhan Ren stared at her. She stared back without flinching.
Suddenly, she realized something was wrong. Zhan Ren's gaze was not focused. Instead, it was spread to various parts of her body under the control of the Chong Zhi Soul. He was clearly using some special ability.
Without waiting for Little Sister Tang to do anything, Zhan Ren had already raised his hand and flicked four fingers.
Four rays of mixed soul power followed the position that the Chong Zhi Soul had locked onto. They arrived in an instant.
Lu Ping and Yan Xize both sensed it, but it was too late for them to do anything. These four rays of soul power even brushed past Yan Xize, seemingly unintentionally.
Arms, legs … …
Four rays of soul power entered Little Sister Tang's body. Pain exploded in her head like thunder. She screamed uncontrollably and was about to fall to the side.
Lu Ping hurriedly went forward to support her. He felt that Little Sister Tang was a little shorter. When he looked again, he saw that the joints of her elbows and the knees of her legs had swollen a lot. The joints connected to each other were actually staggered and then squeezed together. Her skin was torn and her flesh was exposed.
Dislocating Bones and Shifting Tendons was a terrifying special ability that Zhan Ren, the head disciple of Tian Xuan Peak, was proficient in. Although it was not fatal for Little Sister Tang to use it now, a terrifying pain was unavoidable no matter what. But after that scream, Little Sister Tang endured it. Her forehead was sweating and her teeth were bleeding, but she did not make a sound. She pulled Lu Ping who was supporting her and used her eyes to tell him that he did not need to do anything.
Zhan Ren was no longer looking at her. His gaze fell back on Yan Xize. His expression had also become much colder.
"Young Master Yan is a guest from afar. It is not convenient for me to say anything. I will report this matter to the academicians and let them decide, "he said.
Finally, he turned his gaze to Lu Ping.
"I am still waiting for you," he said.
"I will go," Lu Ping replied.
So Zhan Ren did not say anything else and left. His students followed closely behind.
Everyone on the top floor of the Seven Star Tower had witnessed everything that had transpired. Many of them had even used their special abilities to eavesdrop on the conversation that had taken place here.
Outsiders did not know much about Little Sister Tang's internal affairs, and they did not care much about it either. In their eyes, the biggest attraction was Yan Xize's intrusion.
And this young master was domineering and arrogant. He did not know his limits. Everyone had the feeling that a tiger father had a dog son. It was the family's misfortune to raise a spoiled brat. Most of the people on the roof of the Seven Star Tower were managers of their own forces. They were very sensitive to this kind of thing.
And if a young master with Yan Qiu Ci as his backer was really this unreasonable, it would not be easy to deal with him.
But no one felt that Zhan Ren's response had tarnished the reputation of the North Style Academy.
At first, he was soft. But after Yan Xize became more aggressive, he gradually became unyielding. He did not allow Yan Xize to push his luck. In the end, he did not take back the Dragon Tongue Sword from Yan Xize's hands. But in front of Yan Xize, he had dealt with everything that needed to be dealt with. When the Dragon Tongue Sword said this, he also expressed that it was not over yet. It would be up to the academician to decide.
This seemed to avoid Yan Xize's limelight, but it was also very appropriate. No matter what, Yan Xize was still a guest invited by the North Style Academy. Even if he did not have Yan Qiu Ci as his backer and was just an ordinary commoner, a guest invited in the name of the academy should be dealt with by the academy's highest-ranking academician.
Everyone looked down on Yan Xize.
But they did not lack praise for Zhan Ren. As his master, Merak Star Song Yuan naturally showed his face to the world.
"Zhan Ren is getting more and more experienced and mature in handling matters. Academician Song's nurturing was not in vain!" Someone came up and complimented.
"Not at all, not at all," Song Yuan replied politely.
"With such a disciple, there is no need to worry about the position of the seven academician!" Another compliment was given according to the current situation. It was just that the speaker did not mean it, but the listener instantly understood.
Was this a good opportunity to push Zhan Ren to the position of academician?
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