245: Chapter 245 Ironclad Evidence of Collusion with the Enemy, Execution

Below, the students, protected behind Su Qingxue and the others, watched the figure in mid-air, who looked like a demon god, in shock.

A Grandmaster Fourth Stage martial artist had actually withstood a lethal blow from a Half-step Martial King with his bare body, and had even severed the opponent's Dharma weapon with a single blade strike.

This heaven-defying feat, which crossed a massive gap in cultivation realms, completely shattered these proud children of heaven from Jing University's understanding of martial arts principles.

Professor Wang's mouth hung open; he suddenly felt that his decades of martial arts cultivation had been in vain.

Lin Fan, with his unreasonable, top-tier talent, showed everyone what a true dimensional strike meant.

The moment the giant lightning sword was destroyed, under the traction of his internal energy, Zhao Tianjue spat out a mouthful of blood.

What terrified him even more was that the strange dark red flame, following the connection of his internal energy, had burned directly onto his body.

Zhao Tianjue desperately mobilized the true qi in his body to try and extinguish the flames, only to find that the richer his true qi was, the more intensely the flames burned.

In just a few seconds, Zhao Tianjue's pride-and-joy beard, which reached his chest, was more than half destroyed by the Divine Ember Flame.

A foul stench of burning flesh permeated the air.

In a sorry state, Zhao Tianjue severed the strand of true qi infected by the flames, barely managing to escape the entanglement of the Divine Ember Flame.

He touched his now-bald chin, feeling the spectators' gazes from the students below, and his rationality was completely replaced by madness.

He, a dignified Half-step Martial King, had actually been forced into such a miserable state by a junior in the Grandmaster Realm.

"Lin Fan! You forced me to do this!"

Zhao Tianjue roared in exasperation, his eyes turning completely scarlet, and the muscles on his face twisting violently.

He bit his fingertip hard, frantically smearing blood containing his life essence onto the formation nodes in mid-air.

He no longer cared about stabilizing his foundation; his only thought now was to reduce the detestable Lin Fan to ashes.

Zhao Tianjue spread his arms, preparing to detonate the full power of the Abyss Cult formation for a final, lethal strike.

Zhao Tianjue's face, half-destroyed by the Divine Ember Flame, was full of ferocity and madness as he prepared to recklessly detonate the formation core, dragging this group of Jing University geniuses to their deaths with him.

Just at this critical moment, Lin Fan, who had been standing not far away watching coldly, suddenly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly in the air, which was filled with a murderous aura.

Snap.

This crisp snap sounded insignificant against the background of thunder and lightning, but it seemed like a pre-set startup signal.

Dozens of micro-drones, originally hidden in the shadows of the tree canopies around the jungle, emitted a faint humming sound at this moment.

Like a startled swarm of bees, they ascended rapidly and quickly formed a formation, hovering a hundred meters above Zhao Tianjue's head.

Dozens of azure holographic projection beams shot out from the drone lenses, intertwining and converging under the dim sky, instantly forming a giant holographic screen hundreds of meters wide.

The appearance of the light screen caused Zhao Tianjue, who was preparing to risk everything, to pause abruptly. He subconsciously looked up at the huge image that had appeared out of thin air.

The image was extremely clear, and even the background noise had been perfectly noise-cancelled, echoing over the entire trial grounds via the drones' built-in amplification equipment.

The background of the video was a luxuriously decorated secret room, and sitting in the center of the frame was none other than the Zhao family ancestor, Zhao Tianjue, who was currently hovering in mid-air.

Opposite him, a mysterious person shrouded in a black robe, with the Abyss Demon Eye totem embroidered on their chest, was pushing a file emitting black energy toward Zhao Tianjue.

Everyone's gaze was locked tightly onto this sudden image.

From the light screen came Zhao Tianjue's aged and gloomy voice, his tone filled with a nauseating sycophancy and greed.

"Archbishop, please rest assured, I have already obtained the deployment map for this Jing University freshman trial. To cooperate with your sect's Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Sacrifice, I specially arranged for family death squads to destroy the peripheral communication base stations."

In the video, Zhao Tianjue extended his withered finger and pressed his handprint heavily onto the document, a triumphant smile of having betrayed his own kind hanging on his face.

"As long as you can help me break through to the Martial King Realm, let alone these thousand students, even if I have to sacrifice the entire city to the Abyssal Dragon God, I wouldn't even bat an eye."

This sentence was like a thunderclap from the heavens, striking hard at the heart of everyone present.

The teachers and students, who had originally felt fear due to Zhao Tianjue's Half-step Martial King pressure, now saw that fear rapidly fading from their eyes, replaced by an incredulity and monstrous rage stemming from the depths of their souls.

The image changed, and the holographic projection began to scroll through a long list of shocking electronic bills and material manifests.

Every line of text was highlighted in red and magnified, clearly reflected in everyone's eyes.

"Thirty tons of Abyssal Demon Blood Stones, trading partner: Abyss Cult Third Branch, payment: one report on the defense loopholes of the Jing University West District."

"Five hundred boxes of high-level exotic beast luring incense, purpose: to lure a beast tide to attack the freshman trial grounds, note: must ensure no one survives."

"One hundred sets of martial arts genius essence blood collectors, unit price five million, already secretly transported by the Zhao Family Trading Firm to the southern suburb warehouse."

These crimes, each one an ironclad piece of evidence, were thus laid bare in broad daylight.

Lin Fan stood below, hands in his pockets, a cold arc hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

This evidence was his trump card for a fatal strike, which he had obtained by having the master thief Hou San sneak into the Zhao family secret room, and with the help of Mo Yu, who utilized the national intelligence network to piece it together overnight.

Physical elimination was only a secondary strategy; what he wanted to do was to completely socially eradicate the Zhao family, leaving this family with no foothold in the Dragon Kingdom.

Professor Wang gripped his combat saber tightly, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force; his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body could not stop trembling.

He had always thought this was just an accidental Abyss invasion; he had even held a shred of awe for the Zhao family ancestor just moments ago, believing the other party was merely acting in extremes for the sake of family interests.

But now he understood that in the other party's eyes, he and the students were merely a pile of "raw materials" to be traded.

"Beast... Zhao Tianjue, you beast!"

Professor Wang let out a heart-wrenching roar from the depths of his throat, a kind of extreme anger after being betrayed by his own kind.

The students standing behind him no longer had any fear in their eyes as they looked at Zhao Tianjue.

It was the look one gives to trash, to the dead, to an alien race, filled with extreme hatred and disgust.

"So everything we've encountered was all planned by you?"

"My roommate was just torn apart by monsters, and that was because you wanted to break through your realm?"

"The Zhao family... is this what you call a Kyoto elite family? You're even more disgusting than the Abyss monsters!"

Curses and questioning voices surged from the ground to the sky like a tide, converging into a massive torrent of resentment.

Zhao Tianjue hovered in mid-air, listening to the insults from the ants below, watching his own ugly face on the light screen, and his rationality, already burned by the Divine Ember Flame, completely collapsed.