Seeing the Orthodoxy cavalry preparing to charge, the several hundred teachers and students of the Heavenly Dao Academy showed no fear. On the contrary, they became even more excited. Their shouts gradually grew louder and louder, giving off the feeling that they were united as a fortress.
Besides the slogan of protecting the Heavenly Dao, the teachers and students were mostly cursing. The one they cursed the most was naturally Daoist Shu Xin, who they viewed as a traitor who had sold out his academy for glory. Linghai Zhiwang's name also frequently appeared, and he would even occasionally speak disrespectfully of the Pope.
As he listened to these curses, Linghai Zhiwang's complexion grew gloomier and gloomier, but if one looked carefully, one would discover that the expression in his eyes had not changed at all.
In terms of strength, the Li Palace had the absolute advantage.
The Orthodoxy cavalry were existences on par with the black-armored cavalry, and the black-clothed administrators of the Hall of Heavenly Judgment were once on par with the assassins of the Department for Purging Officials and the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
The Heavenly Academy truly had a deep foundation and had nurtured many experts. Currently, many bishops in the Li Palace also came from this place, but in the end, it was only an academy.
The fact that the Heavenly Dao Academy had been able to endure for so long could only mean that Zhuang Zhihuan's heart was hard enough and that the teachers and students were hot enough.
Faced with several hundred teachers and students who were willing to lay down their heads and spill their blood, if the Li Palace forcefully attacked, it would inevitably turn into a bloody massacre. Moreover, the current situation and the cause of this matter were different from the bloody incident of the Orthodox Academy twenty-some years ago. Linghai Zhiwang, the person responsible for this matter, would go down in infamy for a thousand years, and Chen Changsheng would not fare much better.
Under the premise of doing their best to avoid bloodshed, the Li Palace had to find a way to make the teachers and students of the Heavenly Dao Academy give up resisting.
But Linghai Zhiwang's eyes remained indifferent. No matter how Daoist Shuxin begged, he had no intention of withdrawing his order.
Seeing that the cavalrymen of the Orthodoxy were about to charge and that the black-robed deacons were about to raise their scythes of death, Daoist Shuxin felt a wave of sorrow and despair.
It was as if he could see the Heavenly Dao Academy soaked in a sea of blood, and the youthful faces of the young students lying in a pool of blood.
The next moment, he suddenly felt that his eyes were playing tricks on him. The Heavenly Dao Academy didn't turn into a sea of blood. Instead, it turned into a sea of ink.
A shadow descended from the sky and landed on the ancient buildings of the Heavenly Dao Academy.
That shadow was so deep that it seemed to have substance, but it also seemed like the real night.
The angry shouts stopped. The young students of the Heavenly Academy looked at the sky blankly.
They could not see the true form of the shadow.
Countless snowflakes floated in the dark sky, blocking all vision.
"It's snowing!" a student shouted in surprise.
"Why is it snowing at this time?" a student shouted in surprise.
It was already the beginning of spring. Even if it was late spring, there was no reason for snow to fall.
The students were shocked and started to discuss among themselves. Some of them even forgot about the murderous cavalrymen outside the gate.
However, there were still many people who did not forget the Heavenly Dao Academy and their current situation.
Looking at the beautiful snowflakes in the sky, a delicate and pretty female student murmured with tears in her eyes, "Heaven's Way, do you also feel that this world is too dirty, so you want to send down this sacred snow to cleanse our eyes and souls?"
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This boom was extremely deep, but it was not weak. It was like thunder hidden in the deepest clouds, or a river in the deepest depths of the earth.
Everyone looked to the sky in shock. Was this the response of the Heavens?
Or Linghai Zhiwang? Or Linghai Zhiwang?
This voice had a clear will.
It was indifference, disdain, and disinterest.
Whether it was Linghai Zhiwang leading the Orthodoxy cavalry or Daoist Shuxin leading several teachers, Zhuang Zhihuan's expression did not change.
But when he heard this hum, his expression became rather strange. There was even a hint of hesitation and a desire to retreat in the depths of his eyes.
He could hear it.
This was the cry of a dragon.
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… …
The number of snowflakes in the sky suddenly increased by several dozen times and the cold wind became bitterly cold.
The wind and snow madly danced, causing the temperature inside and outside the Heavenly Dao Academy to plummet.
Whether it was the ivy on the stone walls or the thousand-year-old tree in the deepest part of the academy, they all became beautiful jade branches.
Thin ice began to form on the surface of several small lakes, which began to thicken at a visible rate. In a few seconds, these lakes had become as smooth as mirrors.
In a certain remote courtyard, the water in the deep well was completely frozen, causing several cracks to appear on the ground around it.
The entire world had turned white, a domain of ice and snow.
The majority of the ordinary students had been transformed into snowmen.
They could still see and think, but they could no longer move. They even had stunned expressions on their faces.
Zhuang Zhihuan had been an outstanding genius in his youth, and now he was one of the few cultivating experts in the capital, so he naturally had no problems.
Ten-some teachers and students of decent cultivation could also hold on.
Their faces were rather pale, their lips a little blue.
The teachers and students had suffered internal injuries from the cold invading their Qi openings and Ethereal Palaces.
Zhuang Zhihuan had realized that he had suddenly lost everything he could rely on.
Just where had this snowstorm come from?
Why was it so berserk and terrifying?
The teachers and students of the Heavenly Dao Academy fearfully pondered this question.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked over from the other end of the snowstorm.
This figure walked in a rather strange manner, seemingly uncoordinated, but it also gave off a particularly stable feeling.
Or was it because this person only had one arm?
Looking at that figure, looking at that empty sleeve fluttering in the wind and snow …
Even those young students who could not move or show any expression had eyes brimming with joy.
The instructors and students who could still speak began to cry out in surprise.
"Senior Brother Guan Bai!"
"Great name!"
"Senior Brother!"
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Following that famous stone path, Guan Bai entered the Heavenly Dao Academy, and then he stopped.
He stood between two stone walls.
There were many names on the stone wall, and at the very top was a line: 'Good wind, borrow strength, send me to the azure clouds.'
This was the Proclamation of Azure Sky.
When he was studying at the Heavenly Dao Academy, his name had appeared on the stone wall, and it had been at the very top.
For this and many other reasons, he had always been the greatest pride of the Heavenly Dao Academy, both then and now.
Thus, even though they knew that his strength was not enough to change the situation, the students of the Heavenly Dao Academy still couldn't help but cry out in delight when they saw him appear.
But a moment later, all the voices vanished, and all the delight transformed into shock.
Because Guan Bai had said something to Zhuang Zhihuan.
"Teacher, just admit defeat." (To be continued.)
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