Xiang Ming took a deep breath. “Su Yi, I admit you’re strong. Just now, we all misjudged you.”

As soon as he said this, his eyes flashed with cold light. “But don’t forget; this is Heaven’s Origin Academy. If this incident gets any bigger, you won’t get off lightly!”

Zheng Muyao’s heart clenched. It’s true; this is Heaven’s Origin Academy. If those old fogies see this, the consequences will be unimaginable!

“If you stop now, I guarantee to let today’s incident go. Otherwise….” Xiang Ming’s gaze was icy. He left the rest unsaid, but the unspoken threat was already obvious. 

Su Yi walked towards him.

“Should I take this as a stubborn refusal to see the light?” Xiang Ming’s expression shifted, and he drew his sword with a clang.

Su Yi shot forward like a bolt of lightning, appearing before Xiang Ming in a flash. His right hand swung, and—

Whap!

He slapped Xiang Ming right across the face, sending him staggering backward. He almost fell, and his handsome features were now swollen and red.

“You dare hit me?” Xiang Ming’s eyes bulged with shame and indignation.

Whap!

Yet another slap hit him right in the face. It was so forceful that this time, even his cheekbone caved in, and blood poured from his mouth and...