Blood splattered, and a head shot into the sky. The fatty’s sword was now in Long Chen’s hand; it was the very weapon that had just severed its master’s head.5

“Murderer! Killer!” The disciples of the academy were terrified out of their minds and hastily ran back into the academy.2

The hopeful experts who had gathered for the trials were equally horrified, their faces drained of color. None of them dared to move a muscle.0

The girl was also stunned, not having expected Long Chen to kill people in front of the High Firmament Academy’s gates.2

“Come with me,” said Long Chen.1

Just like that, Long Chen walked toward the gate. The girl exchanged glances with her brother, their minds blank.1

Seeing Long Chen getting further away, the girl gritted...0