The auras of the three Martial Saints exploded, covering the entire area.
All the students were shocked and retreated. The auras of the Martial Saints were too terrifying for them.
Mo Baisheng said angrily, "Zi Shanhou, what is the meaning of this? Zhen Xiang Temple is a student of our Zi Yang Academy, the younger brother of Zhen Qiu Si, a genius disciple of the Falling Star Sect. Zhen Xiang Temple died at the hands of Ye Xing, you know the consequences! "
Zhen Qiu Si, the teachers and students of the Purple Mountain Academy, basically no one knew who he was, but if Mo Baisheng knew, Zi Shanhou definitely knew.
Because Zi Shanhou was once a disciple of the Falling Star Sect.
It didn't matter if the teachers and students didn't know, just his identity as a genius disciple of the Falling Star Sect was enough to shock everyone.
On the highest floor of the VIP building, Zi Shanhou's eyes flashed.
Zhen Qiu Si, of course he knew, he was that person's disciple.
"Scram — —!" Zi Shanhou's voice sounded, full of dominance.
The three vice-deans and Wang Feng behind Zi Shanhou were all stunned at this moment. It was the first time they saw Zi Shanhou's domineering side.
The deacons, teachers and other elders of the academy were also surprised. They had stayed in the Purple Mountain Academy for a long time and naturally knew Zi Shanhou's actions. He either ignored them or turned big problems into small ones and small ones into nothing.
Zi Shanhou's domineering attitude today was very unexpected.
As for the students, they didn't know much about Zi Shanhou. To them, Zi Shanhou was a legendary figure. At this moment, seeing Zi Shanhou's domineering attitude, they were all incomparably excited and exhilarated.
The students hated the three Martial Saints of the Zi Yang Academy and were furious. Zi Shanhou directly told them to scram, which could be considered as letting them vent their anger.
Just now, Zi Shanhou said that Zhen Xiang Temple deserved to be killed, which made the three Martial Saints furious. Now that Zi Shanhou directly told them to scram, the three Martial Saints were even more furious.
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!" Mo Baisheng's face darkened and waved at Ma Yuanji beside him.
Ma Yuanji understood. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as his eyes locked onto Ye Xing.
Whoosh — —
His figure flashed and disappeared.
Since Zishan Hou was not tactful, they could only take action themselves. Let's see who in the Zishan Academy could stop them!
In their hearts, they did not put Zishan Hou, a crippled Martial Saint, in their eyes. Although Zishan Hou had once been a genius disciple of the Falling Star Sect, and although Zishan Hou had been conferred the title of Marquis by the Emperor of the Falling Star Country, he was now crippled, without strength, he was nothing.
In the Star Continent, the strong were respected. Strength was the most important thing.
As long as one had sufficient strength, if one was even stronger than the Luo Xing Heavenly King, then one could disregard the Luo Xing Heavenly King.
Ye Xing immediately felt a terrifying sense of danger when the Martial Saint made his move. His super brain had detected a figure pouncing towards him, but the speed was too fast for him to dodge.
Bang!
A fist print that was even faster than a silhouette suddenly appeared. Before Ma Yuanji's hand could even touch Ye Xing, he was hit by the fist print, and a loud explosion rang out.
Ma Yuanji's figure disappeared in an instant. He was directly sent flying, turning into a flash of light.
Bang!
Almost in the blink of an eye, another explosion rang out in the distance.
The students did not see what had happened at all. Their attention was attracted by the explosion in the distance, and they looked over.
They saw a human-shaped hole in the wall of a building more than a hundred meters away, but Ma Yuanji's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Hiss!
At this moment, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Ma Yuanji was nowhere to be seen. That human-shaped hole was obviously created by him.
Thinking of the fist print just now, how could the crowd not understand that Ma Yuanji had been sent flying by the fist print in an instant just now, creating a huge hole in the wall more than a hundred meters away.
However, it was easy to understand, but difficult to accept. This was too unimaginable. How powerful was that punch just now? Even a Martial Saint was sent flying in an instant. Below the Martial Saint realm, even a ninth stage Martial Grandmaster, was as insignificant as an ant in front of this punch, not even worth mentioning.
Ye Xing's heart was also shocked at this moment.
He had always aimed to become a Martial Saint, to become a peerless expert.
But now, a Martial Saint was sent flying with a single punch in front of him. The impact on him was too great.
What was a peerless expert? Not to say that they were invincible in the world, but at least they stood at the peak of the martial way. Only people who could compete with them and no one could defeat them could be considered a peerless expert.
Being sent flying with a single punch, how could this be a peerless expert?
It was more like a clown jumping around!
At this moment, Ye Xing had a new goal in his heart, and that was Zi Shanhou.
In other words, Ye Xing's goal of becoming a peerless expert did not change, but the definition of a peerless expert had changed.
There was a huge gap in strength between Martial Saints, just like the gap between the nine stages of the martial way. Ye Xing's goal was not only to become a Martial Saint, but to become a Martial Saint like Zi Shanhou.
"Zi!" Mo Baisheng shouted. Then, just as he shouted a word, a palm print shot out from the highest floor of the VIP building.
Boom!
The palm print soared into the air and instantly became ten feet large, slamming down on Hao Baisheng and Shi Gaozhi.
The ten feet large palm print was even bigger than a house. The students looked at the palm print with their hearts thumping.
At the seventh stage of the martial way, internal strength could leave the body and injure people. However, whether it was the seventh, eighth, or ninth stage of the martial way, the internal strength that left the body was incomparably small in front of this palm print. It looked very ridiculous.
This was the real internal strength that left the body to injure people! The palm print was like a huge boulder the size of a house pressing down. Whether it was the power or momentum, it was extremely terrifying.
Mo Baisheng had just shouted a word, but his expression changed greatly. He could not shout a second word. In an instant, the Celestial Essence in his body circulated and he slammed his palm into the air, attacking the ten feet large palm print.
Shi Gaozhi naturally attacked at the same time.
The two Martial Saints joined forces to attack the ten feet large palm print.
However, the power of this palm print was beyond everyone's imagination. The downward momentum was unstoppable. In an instant, Mo Baisheng and Shi Gaozhi's attack and momentum were destroyed. In the blink of an eye, they were slammed into the ground.
Bang!
With a loud explosion, the whole square shook. The place where the palm print slammed down was a mess of dust and gravel.
When the dust settled, the students could see clearly that the palm print had sunk into the ground. A ten feet large palm print had appeared, surrounded by cracks.
Inside the sunken palm print, Mo Baisheng and Shi Gaozhi both vomited blood. Their bodies sank into the ground. It was obvious how powerful and terrifying that palm print was.
The students were all excited, their hearts thumping. Today was an eye-opener for them.
One punch sent a Martial Saint flying, and one palm slapped down two Martial Saints. Zi Shanhou's strength was beyond everyone's imagination. It was extremely shocking.
Originally, Zi Shanhou rarely showed his face, which made him seem very mysterious. In the hearts of the students, his position was very high. Now, seeing Zi Shanhou's strength, they were even more in awe of Zi Shanhou.
Although the students did not see Zi Shanhou with their own eyes, in the Zishan Academy, there was only one Martial Saint, Zi Shanhou. The one who attacked could only be him.
"Crippled? Whoever dares to say that Zi Shanhou is crippled is blind. Which cripple could have such terrifying strength? "Ye Xing's heart was also thumping. He was very excited.
Swoosh —!
A figure rushed over from the distance, appearing at the edge of the sunken palm print. It was Ma Yuanji, who was sent flying by Zi Shanhou's fist. Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth. The punch just now had made him feel very uncomfortable, and he was already injured.
Inside the sunken palm print, Mo Baisheng and Shi Gaozhi vomited blood and got up. There was no longer a trace of arrogance on their faces. Instead, they were filled with dread and fear.
"Zi Shanhou, you've gone too far!" Mo Baisheng clenched his fists and roared in a low voice.
Zi Yang Academy was one of the three strongest academies in Luoxing Country. As the vice principal of Zi Yang Academy, Mo Baisheng was a four star Martial Saint with a high position.
Even if he was in other counties, the nobles would still have to receive him politely. However, in this Zishan County that he did not put in his eyes, he was humiliated to such an extent. Being slapped to the ground with a single palm, Mo Baisheng was unable to restrain his anger.
Ma Yuanji and Shi Gaozhi's faces were also ashen. As Martial Saints, they were high and mighty in front of ninth level martial artists. When had they ever been humiliated like this?
"Scram — —!" Zi Shanhou's response was still only one word.
His voice was filled with dominance and majesty.
The three Martial Saints clenched their fists. The anger in their hearts was too great, and their chests were about to explode.
It was rumored that Zi Shanhou was a cripple, but in the end, Zi Shanhou's strength was actually so strong, far from what the three of them could match.
If Zhen Xiang Temple was just an ordinary student of Zi Yang Academy, then it would be fine. They could just bear with it.
However, Zhen Xiang Temple's older brother, Zhen Qiu Si, was a genius disciple of the Luoxing Sect. His future was limitless. Moreover, Zhen Qiu Si's master was an elder of the Luoxing Sect. His position was extraordinary.
If Zhen Qiu Si blamed them and said that Zi Yang Academy did not care about his brother's life or death, the consequences for Zi Yang Academy would definitely be severe.
Therefore, even though the three Martial Saints were very afraid of Zi Shanhou, they were not willing to just leave like this. They still wanted to use all methods to bring Ye Xing away.
"Vice Principal Mo, what should we do?"
"Vice Principal Mo, are we just going to let it go like this? If we can't bring Ye Xing back, it will be difficult to explain to the principal."
Shi Gaozhi and Ma Yuanji both transmitted their voices to Mo Baisheng.
Mo Baisheng transmitted his voice, "Use the power of Astrology and fight it out with him. I don't believe that with the three of us combined, we won't be able to hold him back for a bit. As long as we can hold him back for a moment, Ma Yuanji, you can seize the opportunity to capture Ye Xing, and then we'll escape on the Blue Wind Eagles. Even if Zi Shanhou is strong, he can only watch us leave, unable to do anything. As long as we return to Zi Yang Academy, no matter how strong Zi Shanhou is, Zi Yang Academy will be able to deal with him."
"Vice Principal Mo, what about Wei Qingxuan? Why not bring her along? "Shi Gaozhi asked unwillingly.
"It'll be good enough if we can take one. To be absolutely safe, we'll only capture Ye Xing and then escape." Mo Baisheng transmitted his voice.
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