Chapter 2011: Submission
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Zhao He flew into a rage, and he struck out a wave of spiritual energy toward Qiao Mu like a venomous snake.
Mo Lian was furious. He flew up and landed beside Qiao Mu. With a flick of his sleeve, the spiritual energy Zhao He shot over ricocheted back the way it ca.
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Zhao He was simply gobsmacked!
He simply didn’t expect that a young man’s effortless strike could completely dispel his own.
In other words, his decades of cultivation simply couldn’t last one move against this young man?
Impossible!
It must be that he had overly underestimated the enemy earlier.
Zhao He raised his hand and roared toward the forty plus level-seven spiritual cultivators behind him, “Stop them!”
His subordinates swiftly surrounded the group from Apex Academy.
A raging blaze started burning in between Zhao He’s palms. He twisted his body in the air and then struck toward Qiao Mu’s head with both palms blazing with fire.
Humph! An abnormal light flitted across Crown Prince Mo’s eyes.
A single black fla sprouted from his fingertip.
At that mont, Zhao He suddenly discovered in shock that the flas that were originally blazing in his palms were starting to extinguish bit by bit, until his spiritual fire disappeared.
Zhao He was unaware that this was due to an instinctual fear all fire spirits in this world possessed toward sacred fire.
Once sacred fire took the stage, no one could best it.
A trendous force approached Zhao He.
The trendous force hit before Zhao He could even shout, and he uncontrollably flew out at abnormal speed.
Miss Qiao had no opportunity to make a move from beginning to end. She silently looked up at Mo Lian and muttered in her mind: Zhao Li had his dad to stand up for him, but she had her hubby to do the sa!
Who didn’t have a relative or friend? The little fellow inwardly rolled her eyes.
The black fla Mo Lian produced had already set Zhao He’s outer garnt ablaze.
The black flas were like a sinister dragon that entwined Zhao He’s body tightly.
In his alarm, Zhao He discovered that the fire spirit in his body had beco nonexistent.
He was afraid to hesitate any longer, hastily ripped away his outer garnt and throwing it on the floor.
It only took a mont for that black fla to burn that brocade outer garnt to a crisp.
Zhao He gazed at Mo Lian in bewildernt.
If he didn’t activate his defensive barrier first before attacking the little lady, perhaps it would be him who was burnt to a crisp right now.
Zhao He shuddered and involuntarily stepped backwards.
“You! You? Who are you!” Impossible, according to his intelligence, this little lady, who killed his treasured son, was simply a lowly ant who had ascended to the Shuntian Prefecture from the Lower Star Domain. She had only been in Shuntian Prefecture for half a year.
Yet he felt an instinctual fear from that man beside her?
Zhao He was extrely cognizant that he couldn’t see through that young man’s cultivation.
How was this man so strong?
Did he really hail from the Lower Star Domain?
What crushed Zhao He the most was that those people from Apex Academy had joined hands to finish off half of the forty plus spiritual cultivators he had brought.
The remaining twenty or so level-seven spiritual cultivators were unwilling to continue battling, and they hastily retreated back beside Zhao He.
“Cough. Cough, cough.” Zhao He clutched his chest as he stared at Qiao Mu and company in stupefaction. “You all are?”
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