The courtyard wall noiselessly collapsed and the old Daoist nun walked in through the gap.
With her step, an incomparably powerful Qi, like an ocean, instantly enveloped the entire Orthodox Academy.
The students in the dormitory were still sleeping, and the Orthodoxy cavalry in the side courtyard did not sense it.
Chen Changsheng and the others in the house immediately sensed it, because the old Daoist nun wanted them to wake up and remember what had happened next.
They opened their eyes and sensed that cold aura of silent extinction. It was like they had fallen into a frigid icehouse, and their sleepiness instantly vanished.
The windows of the small building were pushed open one by one, revealing the faces of those young people.
They saw the old Daoist nun on the other side of the lake.
The moment they saw the old Daoist nun, the aura of silent extinction transformed into the aura of death and boundless fear.
The old Daoist nun was too powerful, so powerful that they found it very difficult to even think of resisting.
Seeing the old Daoist nun, Tang Thirty-Six recalled how his grandfather had once lost his temper and caused all of Wenshui City to tremble. Zhexiu recalled how, not long after he had been driven out of the tribe, he had once seen that massive Mountain-toppling Fiend from afar, as well as that short yet incomparably terrifying figure sitting on its head.
Su Moyu's complexion became abnormally pale, because he knew who the old Daoist nun was.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng very naturally recalled the storm in Xunyang City, and only then did he realize with shock that this old Daoist nun was actually an expert of this level.
Logically speaking, with Chen Changsheng's current status, no one would dare to move against him in the capital. But he did not have this confidence now, because this old Daoist nun was no ordinary person. Even the Pope had to give her some face, and she currently gave off an extreme aura of extinction.
The extinction of birds on a thousand mountains, the extinction of people on ten thousand paths.
She viewed all living beings of the world as pigs and dogs. Who did she not dare to kill?
Just then, Su Moyu's voice rang out. He looked at the old Daoist nun and asked in shock, "Aunt, what do you want to do?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng and the others finally confirmed their conjectures and knew the identity of the newcomer.
Tang Thirty-Six's expression did not change, but the fingers of his fingers resting on the windowsill were somewhat white.
Zhexiu's expression did not change, but the fingers of his right hand had already slowly loosened their grip on the cane and gripped the hilt of his sword.
She had finally arrived. The peerless expert who was known for doting on her only son, shielding him, being irritable, murderous, and temperamental had finally arrived.
Wuqiong Bi, the only woman of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
Her husband was called Bie Yanghong, also one of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
They had an only son called Bie Tianxin.
The only children of two Wind and Rain Empress, one could imagine how they grew up.
Bie Tianxin's life had been smooth sailing until several weeks ago, when he encountered Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six at the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
At the time, Su Moyu had warned them that the Orthodox Academy might encounter some sort of trouble.
Chen Changsheng, on the other hand, was thinking that the Orthodox Academy had not done anything excessive to Bie Tianxin. With Wuqiong Bi's status and seniority, there was no need for her to make things difficult for him.
Only now, when he saw the old Daoist nun on the other side of the lake, did he realize that not all masters were otherworldly masters with a transcendent mental state.
"Senior … .entering the Tradition Academy at night, what can I do for you?"
He looked at the old Daoist nun and asked with a steady voice.
He was the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the Pope's appointed successor. Purely in terms of status, he was not below her, so he said these words very calmly.
The old Daoist nun indifferently asked, "You are Chen Changsheng?"
Ever since he left Xining and came to the capital, Chen Changsheng had heard this question countless times.
Sometimes, it was very annoying, like when he encountered that Monolith Guardian in the Mausoleum of Books. Sometimes, it was an honor, like when he encountered Zhu Luo outside Hanqiu City.
The old Daoist nun asking this question had a status similar to Zhu Luo's on the continent, but he knew that this was not honor, but danger.
The old Daoist nun had an indifferent expression, her life and death already decided. "In a little while, I will kill this person."
As she said this, she looked at Chen Changsheng and pointed at Xuanyuan Po's back.
Xuanyuan Po's body slightly trembled. Under this incomparably terrifying pressure, he simply could not turn around, nor could he leave.
"I will also do a few things for all of you to see."
The old Daoist nun did not even glance at Xuanyuan Po or the ruins in front of her.
In her eyes, Xuanyuan Po was already a dead man.
Tonight, she had already made arrangements for the youths of the Orthodox Academy, had decided their lives.
The Divine General of the Great Zhou Army greatly admired Zhexiu, so that wolf cub would only be heavily injured, with a broken arm or a broken leg.
She would not kill Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six, because even someone as powerful as she did not want to offend the Orthodoxy or the Wenshui Tangs.
But this did not mean that she would let them go.
She would cripple Zhexiu in front of their eyes, then slowly kill that yao youth.
She wanted them to watch as their friend's blood splattered on the spot, powerless to reverse the situation.
She wanted them to understand what true helplessness, true despair was.
She believed that after the fact, they would suffer even more if they were still alive than if they were already dead.
This was very good. She had originally come to educate them, so she wanted to leave them with an unforgettable memory.
As for whether the youths of the Orthodox Academy would resist … she had never considered this question. Everyone said that these youths were true geniuses, but so what? Let alone the Proclamation of Azure Sky or the Proclamation of Golden Distinction, if they were juniors like Wang Po or Xiao Zhang, or perhaps she would take a second look, what did these youths amount to?
Yes, if it were any other youth, upon sensing such a terrifying and powerful Qi, especially after guessing the old Daoist nun's identity, perhaps they would give up resisting. Because they were no match for her. If they were young eagles, the old Daoist nun would be the cold, high altitude. If they were young tigers, the old Daoist nun would be the bottomless abyss.
But, they were not other youths, they were the youths of the Orthodox Academy.
In Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng dared to attack Zhu Luo. On the snowy plains, Zhexiu dared to bare his fangs at the demons. At the age of three, Tang Tang dared to pee on the Tang Old Master's face. When they first entered the capital, Xuanyuan Po dared to fight with Tianhai Ya'er.
In any case, they couldn't beat him, so they didn't fight? This was not their logic. In their view, since they couldn't beat him no matter what, they had to fight first. They couldn't beat him? So what if they couldn't beat him? If they would die, then they would seek life in death.
The youths began to prepare for battle, each with their own style of battle.
The walking stick lay in the shadow of the ground, Zhexiu stood in the shadow of the window, his face covered in shadow, covering his blood-red eyes, his tough wolf fur, his sharp wolf claws. He calmly stared at the old Daoist nun, his right hand gripping the half-broken Demon Commander's Banner Sword, his calm and indifference causing one's heart to palpitate.
Tang Thirty-Six exerted a little force with his palms, shattering the windowsill. With several strange sounds, several fireworks flew into the drifting snowy night sky. As it turned out, he had been setting up traps in the Orthodox Academy this entire time. This was his style of battle. When encountering such a terrifying enemy, he naturally had to send out a warning smoke signal at the first possible moment. The closest place was the Imperial Palace, so Xue Xingchuan would probably arrive very quickly. As for the experts that the Wenshui Tangs had sent to protect him in secret, they would be the first to appear. Of course, even if the second-ranked Divine General Xue Xingchuan and the Guardians of the Wenshui Tangs worked together, they still wouldn't be a match for this old Daoist nun, but he didn't believe that this old Daoist nun would actually dare to kill them in front of everyone.
Su Mo Yu's face was pale. Looking at the old Daoist nun, he said in a trembling voice, "Aunt, do you really want the two families to become enemies?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the old Daoist nun. He did not intend to use the ten thousand swords in his sheath or the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, but instead gripped a letter. He knew that no matter how much he risked his life, he would still be no match for a single finger of the old Daoist nun. He could only hope that Su Li's letter would be of some use.
With several extremely soft noises of annihilation, the warning fireworks that flew into the night sky did not even have the time to release their light before vanishing.
Tang Thirty-Six's complexion was rather unsightly. This was the first time he had encountered an expert of this level. Only now did he realize that the calculations and deductions he was familiar with regarding battle and the human heart were meaningless in front of these people. These people had already transcended the secular world, so how could they be trapped by the wisdom of the secular world?
Chen Changsheng tightly gripped the letter in his hand, his heart sinking.
Just at this moment, the seemingly forgotten Xuanyuan Po, already a dead man in the old Daoist nun's eyes, suddenly moved.
With extreme difficulty, he slowly turned around in the ruins, then slowly raised the metal sword in his hand.
He was the closest to the academy wall, the closest to the old Daoist nun, so he could feel the Qi of extinction even more clearly and bear the greatest pressure.
When Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, and the others had finished their preparations for battle, he was still resisting that pressure.
Finally, he finally turned around and raised his sword.
To confront a terrifying expert like the old Daoist nun, to overcome his natural fear of death, Xuanyuan Po had used up all his courage.
Just this simple action had used up all his strength and spirit.
Facing the old Daoist nun, his body incessantly trembled, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. The metal sword in his hand was the same, tottering on the verge of collapse.
He had already displayed sufficient courage, but how could he fight in this state, how could he strike?
For the first time, the old Daoist nun looked straight at Xuanyuan Po.
Her eyes were filled with endless mockery and contempt.
Logically speaking, peerless experts on the level of the Storms of the Eight Directions would not humiliate a junior like this.
But today, she had come to humiliate the Orthodox Academy.
Xuanyuan Po was a youth of the Bear tribe, he valued bravery and glory above all else, he could not endure humiliation.
His face was flushed red, his somewhat immature features revealed a hint of determination. With a loud roar, he gripped the metal sword with both hands and slashed at the old Daoist nun!
Several swift and fierce gusts of wind could be heard from the little tower. Zhexiu, like a grey shadow, instantly passed through the frozen lake of winter and arrived at this location.
Chen Changsheng's figure suddenly blurred, using the Discerning Step, he brought along the bits of snow in the forest and rushed to Xuanyuan Po's back. His hands tightened, preparing to rip open the letter.
Su Mo Yu's face revealed a look of determination, his hands reaching into his bosom.
Tang Thirty-Six and the others were the last, their voices first.
"Wuqiong Bi, you * * * * * * *!"
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