Chapter 825
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Jun Xie's silence earlier had been due to the fact that the matter did not concern him. But now that he was standing in a different position, Jun Xie's way of doing things would change as well.
"Cough, what should we do with the body?" Qiao Chu cleared his throat, secretly lighting a candle for the Yan Country's Emperor. He did not know much about anything else, but he had heard from Fei Yan that the succession of the Qi Kingdom's Emperor had a great deal to do with Jun Xie.
The Qi Kingdom, the Qing Yun Clan, and the Zephyr Academy. Jun Xie's "glorious achievements" were too many to count, and the Yan Country's Emperor was not enough for him to play with.
Jun Xie pulled out a white porcelain bottle and threw it to Qiao Chu.
"Sprinkle it on him."
Qiao Chu nodded. Qiao Chu sprinkled the white powder from the bottle onto Zhao Xun's body. In a blink, Zhao Xun's body was quickly corroded bit by bit by the white powder, and even his bones were not spared. In just a few short minutes, the body lying on the ground had turned into a puddle of blood. Jun Xie splashed a basin of water from her room onto the puddle, and the remaining traces of blood were immediately washed clean.
After the matter was more or less settled, Hua Yao retrieved a set of the Hua Wan Academy's uniform from Zhao Xun's room and the few of them left quietly just as they had come.
Early the next morning, when the Spirit Battle Tournament once again began, the disciples from the various academies who were participating in the tournament had all set off early. There were still three disciples from the Hua Wan Academy who had entered this round of the tournament. The three of them had intended to wait for Zhao Xun to go to the battle arena together but after waiting for a long while, they did not see any sign of him. They had knocked on Zhao Xun's room door but there was no response. They had thought it was strange but when they thought about it again, when they remembered that Zhao Xun had returned yesterday, he had clearly stated that he would not be taking part in the tournament today.
They guessed that Zhao Xun must have accepted the Crown Prince's invitation and forfeited the tournament.
They were already used to such occurrences.
The number of people in the first battle zone had already decreased sharply. Compared to the previously crowded and lively atmosphere, it now seemed a lot more relaxed. The youths who had rushed over early in the morning were warming up and preparing to participate in this round of the competition. After a few days of competition, they had become more familiar with each other and began to chat.
The arena was noisy, but when a petite figure appeared in front of the gate of the first battle arena, the entire arena became silent in an instant. Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at the petite figure walking into the arena.
"What is she doing here?" Some of the youths stared in disgust at Jun Xie who was slowly walking into the battle arena. In the past few rounds of the tournament, Jun Xie had not even fought a single real battle and he had been given a bye every single time. That had made those youths who had climbed their way to where they were today highly displeased.
"Just going through the motions? In any case, there's no need to actually fight. "
"Isn't his opponent today Zhao Xun?"
"That's right. I was just having a drink with Zhao Xun yesterday and Zhao Xun had already said last night that he would not be coming today. Even if you used your toes to think, you would know that a certain someone must have gone to curry favor with the Crown Prince again, to get the Crown Prince to help him defeat his opponent. That kind of good fortune, is not something we can accept." Several of the youths were discussing among themselves in highly disdainful tones. Some were envious of Jun Xie, while others were contemptuous of him.
Among the crowd, Qu Ling Yue's brows were slightly furrowed, as she looked worriedly at Jun Xie who had already walked into the battle arena.
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