Chapter 247
Please!
"go!"
Flanders let out a low growl, forcefully suppressing the turmoil and instinctive fear surging within him.
With gritted teeth and enduring the almost crushing gravitational field and mental pressure, he led Shao Xin and Lu Qibin, like a three-leafed boat going against the current, and struggled to walk towards where Lin Xia was.
With each step, my legs felt like lead, and my soul power was being consumed immensely.
When they finally managed to get to a spot not far in front of Lin Xia and their feet sank into the soft sand, Flander could even clearly hear his teeth chattering.
Flanders took a deep breath, the scorching air, thick with the smell of dust, filled his lungs and stung him.
She tried to straighten her slightly hunched back and make her voice sound less out of control, but the trembling and timidity in her voice were impossible to hide.
"Your Excellency! Forgive my ignorance, but I do not know who you are or why you have attacked my Shrek Academy teacher so severely?"
Flander's gaze swept quickly across Lin Xia's calm face, then anxiously turned to the increasingly faint golden light at the center of the storm.
"Teacher Zhao... he's dying! I beg you to show mercy!"
Flander's heart was in his throat, fearing that the boy in front of him, who controlled a terrifying existence, might turn on him at the slightest provocation.
Shao Xin and Lu Qibin were on high alert, secretly raising their soul power, but dared not make any move to attack. They felt pitifully insignificant in front of that giant beast.
Lin Xia finally turned her gaze away from the eye of the storm and onto Flander, a faint smile playing on her lips that sent chills down Flander and the other two's spines.
He did not answer immediately, as if Flanders' question was unimportant, or perhaps he was waiting for a more suitable interpreter.
Sure enough, Li Yusong, who had been looking like he had lost his soul, suddenly snapped to attention!
When he saw Flander, it was like grasping at a lifeline or finding an outlet for his emotions. He scrambled forward, grabbed Flander's leg, and shouted in a hoarse, shrill voice, incoherently.
"Dean! Dean! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! No...no, this gentleman isn't going to attack!"
Li Yusong pointed to the storm.
"It's Zhao Wuji! That blind brute Zhao Wuji is the one who's so reckless!"
Li Yusong was afraid that Flander wouldn't believe him, or that Lin Xia would get impatient, so he spoke as fast as he could, like beans being poured out.
"This is Lord Lin Xia of Gengjin City! He's here with Miss Zhu Zhuqing... to register at our academy!"
"That Miss Zhu is eleven years old and at level thirty-three! That's already astonishing!"
"But this City Lord Lin... City Lord Lin... he... he's twelve years old, a level fifty-eight Soul King!!"
"Twelve years old... Level 58... Soul King?!"
Every word carried a bloody weight, slamming into Flander's heart, making his vision blur and his ears ring.
Absurd? Subversive? These words are too mild.
Flander subconsciously raised his hand to push up his glasses, but his fingertips touched nothing.
Those glasses that he never took off had shattered sometime earlier when he braved the destructive pressure to break through.
His rough fingers futilely brushed across the bridge of his nose, touching only cold sweat and fine grit.
My gaze, somewhat blurred, focused on the young man in the blue robe outside the storm—tall, composed, and as calm as a bottomless, icy pool.
Against the backdrop of the devastating sandstorm, the boy's figure appeared small, yet possessed a terrifying presence that chilled the soul.
Twelve years old?
Flander's mind was a chaotic buzzing, with only the image of himself at the age of twelve, being chased by a ten-year-old spotted cat on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest in order to hunt for his first spirit ring, and finally escaping in a sorry state only because his teacher risked his life to save him... A deep chill seeped out from his bones and froze his limbs.
Shao Xin and Lu Qibin stood frozen like puppets, their faces drained of color, their eyes vacant as they stared at Lin Xia, their mouths opening and closing unconsciously, unable to utter a single word.
A twelve-year-old Soul King?
The being that controls that world-destroying behemoth?
This is not just breaking their perceptions; it's completely crushing and trampling their worldview of the past few decades into the mud!
"call……"
Flanders took a deep breath of the scorching, dusty air, as if a drowning man were grasping at a last straw.
The smell of blood and earth stung his lungs, yet it also brought a touch of almost self-destructive clarity.
Without any hesitation, he suddenly bent forward and bowed deeply, almost at a ninety-degree angle, in Lin Xia's direction!
His waist was bent so low that Shao Xin and Lu Qibin, who were standing next to him, felt their hearts pound, fearing that he would crawl down at any moment.
"I am so sorry, Lord City Lord!"
Flander's voice was hoarse and dry, carrying an almost pleading fear, as it struggled to be heard amidst the lingering howl of the sandstorm.
"It is Shrek Academy's fault for failing to discipline its students properly! Zhao Wuji is blind and ignorant, failing to recognize the greatness of the city lord, and has offended the city lord's divine might. He deserves to die!"
"As the dean, I, Flander, have failed in my teaching duties and cannot escape blame! I implore you... I implore you, sir, to consider that Teacher Zhao... he ultimately had a sincere heart for nurturing talent, and that he acted somewhat rashly... please show leniency!"
Flander's head drooped even lower, his sparse hair trembling slightly in the turbulent air.
"Lord City Lord...please stop! Whatever punishment you may impose, Shrek Academy...I, Flander...will bear it all!"
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, heavy with the scent of blood.
Behind him, Shao Xin and Lu Qibin also hurriedly followed suit, bowing deeply, their bodies trembling slightly.
At the edge of the storm, Lin Xia finally shifted her gaze from Flander's almost broken back to the eye of the storm.
In that devastating, yellowish apocalyptic scene, the light of Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul True Body had long since dimmed like a candle in the wind, leaving only a faint golden light flickering and struggling futilely in the surging sand and gravel barrier, accompanied by a series of muffled, desperate roars of pain as the sand and gravel tore the body to pieces.
"Oh?"
Lin Xia's lips twitched slightly upwards, the curve extremely faint, yet carrying a hint of knowing-it-all playfulness.
"A love for talent?"
Lin Xia looked at Benjiras and then said with a smile:
"Fine."
Lin Xia's voice was not loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling storm, like a cold spring dripping into a deep pool, cold and indifferent.
"Since it's a misunderstanding, little one, stop using your supernatural powers."
The moment the words fell.
The terrifying sandstorm that had enveloped the heavens and the earth suddenly stopped inward!
Billions of high-speed rotating, scorching sand grains were instantly gripped and solidified as if by an invisible giant hand!
The next second, the sky-covering yellow sand disappeared and settled like the receding tide!
Rumble, rumble—!
With a muffled roar, the thick sandstorm, violently torn into the sky, collapsed and flowed back as if it had lost its support! (End of Chapter)