Everyone cleared a wide, open space and watched from a distance, their gazes eager and expectant. 

Hu Jiao.

He was sixteen years old and a prominent inner sect disciple of the Starry Court, with an early-stage Qi Accumulation cultivation. The foundations of his Martial Dao were so solid that people said he could single-handedly fend off ten experts of the same cultivation.

Outside the sect, even ordinary Qi Accumulation experts of the older generation were no match for him.

“Junior Apprentice Brother Hu Jiao, don’t use too much force. If you do and word gets out, it’ll damage Heaven’s Origin Academy’s reputation,” urged a girl in a pale yellow skirt.

“Of course,” said Hu Jiao with a faint smile.

Zheng Muyao’s expression turned a little strange. She couldn’t help but say, “Hu Jiao, I urge you to use your full power. When Uncle Su beats you, I don’t want to hear any excuses about how ‘you were holding back’ or ‘how you got complacent.’ If you say stuff like that, you’ll only embarrass yourself.”

Everyone was stunned. What’s all that supposed to mean? Does the Little Witch think Hu Jiao can’t even handle some waste of a live-in son-in-law?

Xiang Ming’s heart clenched. “Hu Jiao, be careful! Don’t get complacent. Remember, a hawk uses its full power even when catching a rabbit. You should do the sa...