Chapter 1202: Selecting Disciples Begins
“Wang Zhan and the elders of the Wang family saw before them a slightly emaciated figure.”
“Who are you to dare to strike my nephew?” Wang Zhan stared intently at the figure before him and demanded.
The faces of the warriors with special genes outside Xiyun Academy all showed a touch of excitent, for they all knew that a good show was about to unfold.
Ye Li slowly turned around.
“I did.” Ye Li looked indifferently at Wang Zhan, the head of the Wang family, “What of it?”
When Wang Zhan and the elders saw it was Ye Li, they were all frightened out of their wits, they would rather believe that the sky was falling than believe Ye Li was standing before them.
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“Lord Demon King, I truly didn’t expect it to be you.” Wang Zhan looked at Ye Li in shock, “If I had known it was you, not even ten tis the courage would have allowed to speak to you like this.”
Cold sweat had already seeped out from Wang Zhan’s forehead; he knew that if he provoked Ye Li’s thunderous wrath, his Wang family would be leveled to the ground in an instant.
Lord Demon King?
Wu Cheng and the other warriors with special genes were all sowhat stunned, because the na sounded so familiar to them.
After careful thought, everyone present gasped in shock, and their pupils contracted rapidly.
They looked at Ye Li in utter horror, wondering if Ye Li could indeed be the Demon King Ye Li, the Master of the North Realm.
What a startling possibility that was! Otherwise, how could the head of the Wang family refer to Ye Li as “Lord Demon King”?
“Do you think I would stoop to your level?” Ye Li said indifferently to Wang Zhan, the head of the Wang family.
Upon hearing this, the heart in Wang Zhan’s throat finally settled down.
“Thank you, Lord Demon King, for not stooping to the level of an ant like ,” Wang Zhan said to Ye Li.
Hearing the conversation between Ye Li and Wang Zhan, Wu Cheng was already scared out of his wits, his “three souls and seven spirits” shaken.
“Lord Demon King, I—I’m sorry.”
Wu Cheng said to Ye Li in extre terror, after speaking, a warm stream involuntarily flowed between his legs.
Ye Li could easily guess that Wu Cheng had been scared to the point of wetting himself.
But what of it? He did not care for ants like Wu Cheng.
Ye Li ignored Wu Cheng.
“Senior, you’ve arrived.”
Suddenly, a very joyous voice reached Ye Li’s ears.
Of course, Ye Li knew it was Wu Xue’er.
Wu Xue’er was a student at Xiyun Academy, and naturally, she did not want to miss the opportunity when the four major sects ca to the academy to select disciples.
Ye Li’s face, handso as jade, showed no trace of emotion.
Before long, Ye Li and Wu Xue’er entered Xiyun Academy.
In Ye Li’s eyes, the students at Xiyun Academy were just pitifully weak.
“Senior, I want to join Qingfeng Sect,” Wu Xue’er suddenly said to Ye Li.
“Then go ahead,” Ye Li calmly replied.
A worried look appeared on Wu Xue’er’s fair face. Her talent and strength were not high, let alone joining the Qingfeng Sect—it was possible that not a single sect would take interest in her.
Half an hour passed.
Representatives from all four major sects had arrived, and the combat among the students of Xiyun Academy finally began.
Ye Li did not watch the battles on stage throughout, because such combat truly did not pique his interest in the slightest.
“Next up, Wu Xue’er versus Yang Xiong.”
Upon hearing this, Wu Xue’er glanced at Ye Li, then prepared to step up to the platform.
But, as she was about to step forward, Ye Li suddenly called out to stop her.
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