"How terrifying must Chairman Qin be to rule over such monsters?" the new students shivered.
Being freshn, they naturally sided with Luo Yu disguised as Xia Luo, hoping that if Luo Yu, as a freshman, managed to defeat the student council president, it would give them so bragging rights. But now, looking at the situation, they suddenly felt less confident.
"You freshn don’t understand, the waters of Martial University run deep. That classmate of yours, Xia Luo, right? Being able to take down Xue Can from a lower level is impressive, but facing the Chairman? That’s just wishful thinking."
"Yeah, that’s too ambitious." Other senior students chid in: "I’m not looking down on Xia Luo—in fact, I quite admire and root for him. But taking on a veteran as a freshman is a bit like a fantasy."
The other freshn wanted to retort, but the more imposing Wu Tiansong appeared, the less courage they had.
Following Wu Tiansong, five more individuals appeared, one of whom was a diminutive woman under one and a half ters tall, drawing the freshn’s attention.
"Who is this little... this lady?" soone blurted out, then feeling it was impolite, quickly anded their term.
The senior students all had strange expressions on their faces.
"Don’t be fooled by her fragile appearance; she’s incredibly strong. Her Earth Escape Technique is like nothing you’ve seen, a truly Great Divine Power."
"Earth Escape Technique???" The freshn were astounded, "Isn’t that sothing from legends?"
"Yes, that legendary Earth Escape Divine Power," the senior students nodded gravely: "She’s one of the three vice presidents of the student council, Tu Fei."
"Her Cultivation Level is no less than Wu Tiansong’s. Compared to Wu Tiansong’s ferocity, her thods are even more mysterious."
The freshn were awestruck as they began to comprehend the true strength of the student council.
Initially, they thought the student council’s combat power seed lacking; it turned out their top fighters weren’t ho because they were out on missions.
"Welco back, Vice President Tu Fei," the Minister greeted her once again with eagerness.
The petite Tu Fei simply nodded with a "hmph" and descended from the fighter jet’s gangway.
Wu Tiansong, Tu Fei, and the other four did not leave imdiately but silently stood facing the hatch, waiting.
"Vice President Wu, why isn’t the Chairman coming down?" asked the Minister obsequiously while hurrying over and speaking in a quiet voice.
Wu Tiansong replied indifferently, "The Chairman is breaking through in the Secret Realm of North Arican Hell’s Canyon after encountering an opportunity; just wait."
Breaking through again?
Bai Xiao’e, with her Beautiful Eyes, gaped in disbelief. If Qin Qi, who was already unfathomable before, was making another breakthrough, how terrifying would he beco?
Keep in mind that Qin Qi wasn’t very old—seeming to be twenty-two, Bai Xiao’e thought. She took a deep breath and felt it necessary to warn Luo Yu to be careful for safety’s sake.
She sneakily took out her phone and, playing the role of an internal informant, sent a ssage advising Luo Yu to go into hiding.
But she received no reply to her ssage after a long ti.
Little did she know, at that mont, Luo Yu was facing a two-pronged "seduction" offensive and was caught in a vortex, unable to extricate himself.
Forced into a corner, he could only go all out.
Ti ticked away, and the night grew darker. The color of the Red Moon in the sky beca deeper and more profound.
Many people looked up at the sky.
They faintly felt that the color of the Red Moon had been getting heavier over the past few years, and its radiance was increasingly enchanting.
"Boom!"
The massive and majestic fighter jet shook violently, and a crimson glow burst from the open hatch, instantly filling the entire field with an intense thirst for blood and blood qi.
Many eyes widened in shock, skin tautened, and Ancient Spirits appeared involuntarily to protect their master.
Weaker Martial Artists began to tremble, feeling their throats dry and breaths constrained, as if blood was pouring into their nostrils.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The murderous aura on the field grew denser, as if it were materializing, and people even started to hallucinate, imagining they were witnessing a hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Just as everyone was on the verge of a ntal breakdown, struggling to hold on, all the Blood Evil Qi receded like a tide back into the cabin.
Then, footsteps were heard.
"Thud—"
"Thud!"
The footsteps seed to land on the heartbeats of all present, everyone holding their breaths, eyes glued on the hatch.
A slender figure erged, white hair reflecting a sinister red glow under the Red Moon’s light.
The young man stood on the gangway, revealing indifferent eyes.
Everyone’s heart pounded, a chilling sensation welling up inside, as they locked eyes with this enigmatic pair.
They were entirely blood-red, with no whites, as if endless blood flowed within them.
Gazing into them felt like facing an overwhelming murderous aura head-on, striking nerves in the brain, causing a tingling sensation in the scalp.
The Minister swallowed hard, taking a while to recover his composure, before calling out cordially:
"We welco Chairman Qin..."
The white-haired, blood-pupiled young man perched high up knit his brows, and the minister suddenly felt a lump in his throat, unable to speak a word.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; he simply couldn’t.
It was as if out of nowhere an intent to kill had locked onto him, with the palpable feeling that if he dared to speak, he might drop dead right there the next second.
Wu Tiansong said coldly, "Save it, Old Qin doesn’t like bootlickers."
"Whoo—"
A cold breeze blew over, lifting Qin Qi’s white hair on his forehead, his pair of blood-pupiled eyes looking down indifferently, he slowly opened his mouth:
"Xia Luo."
"Where is he?"
"At... at... at..."
The minister was almost scared pissless, always feeling that the previous chairman had been scary enough, but this ti returning was several tis more terrifying.
"I don’t know either."
Wu Tiansong, raising his voice, brutishly said, "Who the hell is Xia Luo, daring to challenge Old Qin, truly doesn’t want to live, right?"
All around was deathly silence.
Not to ntion the student council mbers who didn’t dare to speak up, even the old and new students in the distance kept silent as if chilled to the bone, not daring to court trouble at this ti.
"Giggle." Tu Fei said with a laugh, "It couldn’t be that he knew Old Qin was coming back and ran away ahead of ti, right?"
"Good that he ran away, at least he’s smart. If he dares to stay in school, then he really doesn’t know what’s good for him."
Wu Tiansong said with disdain, "I thought he was a man, but turned out to be a rat who dares not own up to his actions, running away with his tail between his legs."
"Boss, if this kind of person dares show up again, you don’t even need to lift a finger; just let Tu Fei this big sister go up and that will be enough."
"Wu Tiansong, you looking to die or what?" Tu Fei glared, appearing angry, but there was no killing intent in her Beautiful Eyes, rather a hint of softness.
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
"My boss is no rat!!"
All of a sudden, a loud shout ca from the distant field.
"Swish swish swish!"
All eyes instantly focused in that direction, curious to know who was so bold, not caring for their life, to dare to confront the student council’s vice president at such a ti.
There stood Little Fatty Cheng Jinjin, legs trembling, forehead breaking out in cold sweat; if not for holding onto the handrail, he likely would’ve already knelt down.
At this mont, he was extrely afraid, but when he had just heard soone badmouthing his boss, he felt that if he didn’t say sothing, he wasn’t even worthy of being a lackey.
"Oh?"
Wu Tiansong glanced at Little Fatty’s trembling form, a playful smile on his lips:
"Kid, feeling brave, are you?"
"If you know where he is and he hasn’t run off, then tell him to roll over here."
"If he apologizes nicely, maybe your grandpa Wu will consider pleading with the boss on his behalf."
"You’re talking crap!" Little Fatty, leaning on the post, said with a quivering voice: "My boss stands tall and upright, no way would he deign to beg."
"You know who you’re talking to?" Wu Tiansong’s eyes, fierce as tigers’, narrowed, radiating a vicious aura.
Little Fatty was nearly crying with fright, when suddenly a few freshn stood by his side, giving him courage—none other than Li Zhenyue, Huo Tongtian, Diao Lingluo, Lyu Chan, and others.
They rely hazarded a guess that Xia Luo was Luo Yu, but that didn’t prevent them from supporting their freshman peer.
"Tsk, these first-year kids really do have a defiant streak." Tu Fei clicked her tongue.
Wu Tiansong’s gaze grew colder: "It seems we’ve left campus for too long; these young calves haven’t experienced the fear of being dominated."
Qin Qi walked down the gangplank, his gaze still like ancient still waters, completely ignoring Little Fatty and the other freshn, not even giving them a glance.
He said aloofly:
"Tiansong, notify that Xia Luo that I will be waiting for him at the Martial Field tomorrow at noon."
"If he does not show up,"
"Death."
"Alright." Wu Tiansong nodded decisively.
As Qin Qi walked away with asured steps, Wu Tiansong and others followed several paces behind; Bai Xiao’e bit her lip, anxiety hidden deep within her, while a host of student council mbers followed in an orderly fashion.
Watching the crowd depart, many quickly withdrew their gaze, unaware that their backs had already broken out in a substantial cold sweat.
This new student Xia Luo, just what sort of terrifying entity had he provoked? Having attracted such a malignant star, he was probably really dood.
Dood.
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