Chapter 279: Chapter 279

"Yu Wende, you, a King-level Expert, actually make a move against a junior from the True Martial Realm, do you have no shame?"

Seeing Yu Wende suddenly attack Zhao Letian, the vice dean of Holy Spirit Academy immediately grimaced, his gaze turned icy as he swept towards Yu Wende, and with a wave of his hand, a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy burst forth, rescuing Zhao Letian back.

Zhao Letian is a member of the Holy Spirit Academy; naturally, the vice dean would not allow him to be bullied.

"What's the fuss? This lad disrespected his elders, I merely administered a small punishment as a lesson for him, didn't really harm him. If I truly wanted to harm him, do you think he could still stand alive here?"

Yu Wende glanced disdainfully at Zhao Letian, whose face was pale and lips stained with blood, and spoke indifferently.

"My disciples from Holy Spirit Academy are not your concern. Attacking a disciple of my academy right in front of me, you clearly don't take me seriously at all. It seems my old bones haven't moved in a long time; today seems like a good day for some exercise."

Although Zhao Letian's injuries were indeed not severe, the vice dean did not plan to let the matter rest as it relates to the honor of the Holy Spirit Academy; he had to stand up for Zhao Letian.

"Old Mo, what do you want?"

Yu Wende frowned and said.

He had thought that the vice dean of the Holy Spirit Academy would not pick a fight over such a minor member in the True Martial Realm with him, a King-level Expert.

But unexpectedly, this old man was quite stubborn, actually willing to fight over Zhao Letian.

As the vice dean of the Holy Spirit Academy, Old Mo's strength is formidable, not comparable to others in his tier, which Yu Wende was very wary about.

"Simple, take one palm strike from me, and I shall no longer hold you accountable."

Vice Dean Old Mo said coldly.

"One palm strike? Why not, bring it on."

Yu Wende pondered for a moment, then spoke nonchalantly.

Although he was slightly less powerful, if it was just absorbing one palm strike from Old Mo, he should be able to handle it.

"Then you better catch it well."

Vice Dean Old Mo's eyes flashed fiercely and he suddenly surged forward, swinging a palm strike effortlessly without any fancy explosiveness, yet exuding a terrifyingly dangerous aura.

"Damn, this old man is serious."

Yu Wende was shocked and hurriedly braced his palm to block.

The palms collided, creating a thunderous sound, yet no energy fluctuations were released; evidently, their control over their power was at an extremely profound level.

As a result, Yu Wende grunted, stumbled backward, his face flushing red, feeling a rush of blood almost spurting out but ultimately swallowing it down.

As for Vice Dean Old Mo, he remained unmovable, standing calmly as if he had not made a move at all.

The difference in their strengths was clear at a glance.

"Let today's matter rest here; if anyone wishes to discipline a disciple of Holy Spirit Academy in the future, they had better ask me first."

Old Mo said coldly, looking at Yu Wende.

From beginning to end, Monarch Murong Yunxuan and King Murong Batian had not interfered because conflicts between King-level Experts are not to be trifled with, and even they did not wish to be involved.

"Old Mo, you are formidable. Today I, Yu Wende admit inferiority, a notch less skillful, but still, this lad must accompany us to the Death Desert, without him guiding, how are we to find the Life Extension Pill in the vast desert?"

Yu Wende said with a darkened face.

"I've already said that I don't remember where I found the Life Extension Pill precisely; even if I go with you, it would be useless."

Zhao Letian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said indifferently.

"Hmph, do you truly not remember, or are you unwilling to tell us? If you want us to believe you, you'll have to open your memory for us to see."

Yu Wende snorted coldly, staring at Zhao Letian, questioning him.

"Believe it or not, Elder Mo, thank you for just now. I have other matters to deal with, so I must take my leave first."

Zhao Letian said nonchalantly, then bowed to Elder Mo in thanks.

"Very well, you may go."

"Stop, open your memory for us to see, or I will be forced to conduct a Soul Search on you."

Just as Zhao Letian turned to leave, Murong Batian, the King of the South, suddenly spoke sternly as if commanding, his tone leaving no room for doubt. At the same time, he locked Zhao Letian in place with a powerful aura, rendering him unable to move.

"King of the South, are you truly willing to oppose Holy Spirit Academy?"

Elder Mo's expression darkened, and he emitted a powerful aura, shielding Zhao Letian from Murong Batian's oppressive force.

"If your headmaster were here, perhaps I might have some reservations. As for you, you are no match for me. Step aside; you cannot protect this young man."

King of the South said indifferently.

"Elder Mo, stop pretending to be righteous and benevolent. I can't believe that you, an old man nearing the grave, wouldn't want that Life Extension Pill."

Yu Wende sneered coldly, feeling bolstered with the King of the South's presence, instantly gaining confidence.

"Second brother, for just a few elixirs, is it necessary to go this far? I believe in Zhao Zilong. He's merely a man from True Martial Realm; how dare he lie in front of us?"

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King Murong Yunxuan frowned and reluctantly smiled.

He did not want to clash with other King-level Experts, but he had a good relationship with Elder Mo, and Zhao Letian also had a good relationship with his son, Murong Zhan. If Zhao Letian was in trouble and he did not intervene, it would seem inappropriate.

"King Murong, you make it sound so light. Are these just ordinary elixirs? Those are ancient elixirs, long lost treasures that can extend life. Whether he lied or not, we must verify it."

"Today, no one can protect you. Open your memory."

Murong Batian completely disregarded King Murong's words, staring at Zhao Letian and said coldly.

"Zilong, you go back to the Academy first. With me here, today no one shall touch you."

Elder Mo gazed at Murong Batian, speaking boldly and fearlessly.

Though his power was not equal to Murong Batian's, he would never allow anyone to threaten a disciple of the Holy Spirit Academy in his presence.

"Elder Mo, don't worry, he wouldn't dare to touch me."

Zhao Letian shook his head and smiled, speaking to the shielding Elder Mo. Then, he took out a Purple Gold Token given to him by the Monarch Murong Shengxiong.

"Holy Monarch Token? How do you have this?"

Murong Batian was suddenly startled and frowned.

At the same time, Yu Wende and others also showed shocked expressions.

The Holy Monarch Token represents the highest authority in the Gray Wolf Kingdom, possessing supreme power.

"How dare you! Holding the Holy Monarch Token is as if the Holy Monarch is present himself; you all, kneel down and pay your respects."

Zhao Letian raised the token in his hand, sweeping his cold gaze over Murong Batian and Yu Wende, rebuking them without any courtesy.