96: Brothers beat him up

Li Heng's words were soft, yet they instantly silenced the entire Martial Arts Training Ground.

All the students' conversations ceased abruptly, and they uniformly turned their heads to look at the Dean.

Lin Xiao and Xie Wangsheng, who had just been sharing their experiences on the high platform, also stopped speaking, their expressions serious as they sensed the changes in the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

There was nothing.

But since the Dean had spoken, it was certainly not without reason.

Ordinary students couldn't feel that ominous aura, and even someone as perceptive as Xie Wangsheng could only detect a faint ripple, but under Li Heng's Divine Sense, it had nowhere to hide.

It was an energy filled with malice, curses, and death, pure evil, more defiled than any evil cultivator the students had encountered before.

Moreover, its target was clear.

Li Heng's head turned slightly, falling upon Tang Ruoling among the student ranks.

"Tang Ruoling."

He spoke calmly.

"Ah? Present!"

Tang Ruoling, who had been distracted, was called out by name and jolted awake, standing up somewhat flustered.

"These past two days, have you done anything special?"

"I..."

Tang Ruoling's cheeks flushed slightly; she subconsciously recalled her live broadcast that had caused a sensation across the entire network.

"Dean, I... I just streamed myself drawing a few talismans and sold them to someone..."

Her voice grew softer as she spoke, especially under the gaze of hundreds of her classmates.

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't hold back and chuckled first.

Immediately after, the entire Martial Arts Training Ground was filled with good-natured laughter.

"Damn, Ruoling, you're amazing, you're even doing live stream sales?"

"How much money did you make? Share some dividends with us brothers!"

"Alright, alright, this is very Kunlun!"

Han Li, ever the instigator, leaned over, nudged Tang Ruoling with his elbow, and said with a wink,

"Impressive, Classmate Tang, have you expanded your business overseas?"

"Let me guess, did you perhaps eliminate someone's little ghost, and now their parents are coming for revenge?"

Han Li analyzed vividly.

"I know this script! You beat the young one, then the old one comes, and if the old one can't win, there's an even older immortal behind them! Classic revenge novel trope!"

"You!"

Tang Ruoling's face instantly turned crimson, both shy and angry, and she stomped her foot.

"I did not! I was acting on behalf of the Heavens!"

She puffed out her chest and loudly assured Li Heng.

"Dean, please rest assured! This matter started because of me, and I will handle it myself! I will definitely not disgrace the academy!"

Li Heng looked at her and did not comment, merely adding lightly,

"That 'fly's' strength is probably at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage."

"Much stronger than you; if you handle it yourself, there will be danger."

At these words, the laughter in the entire hall instantly vanished.

Foundation Establishment Middle Stage!

The relaxed expressions on the students' faces froze. Most of them had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, with only a few Geniuses reaching the Middle or Late Stage Foundation Establishment.

A Foundation Establishment Middle Stage enemy indeed posed immense pressure on Tang Ruoling.

Tang Ruoling also froze; she opened her mouth, and the earlier bravado instantly dissipated by more than half.

Li Heng surveyed the room, taking in all the students' expressions.

"Therefore, the content of this class will be changed."

He paused and announced,

"It will be changed to a practical combat class."

"Just in time to use this thing that doesn't know its place, to give you all some practice."

As his words fell, the Martial Arts Training Ground was silent for two seconds.

Then, a cheer ten times more enthusiastic than before erupted!

"Damn! Practical combat class! I like it!"

"Dean is awesome! Directly pulling wild monsters for us to grind experience!"

"Foundation Establishment Middle Stage? Let's get him! There are so many of us, we'll bury him alive!"

The students all rubbed their hands together, their internal Spiritual Qi beginning to stir uncontrollably, and their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation... Meanwhile.

Above the sea between Japan and Huaguo, a distorted phantom, invisible to Mortal eyes, was tearing through the sky at an unimaginable speed.

It was a wisp of Tian Yu Zhong Main God's Clone.

Or rather, it was the Divine Thought Clone of an Ancient Great Demon.

Its thoughts were filled with violence and disdain.

"Hmph, that useless Tengchuan, can't even handle such a small matter, requiring this god to act personally."

"But it's fine; after devouring the Soul of that Huaguo sorcerer, I can just order that fool Tengchuan to sacrifice ten thousand young men and women to replenish this god's consumption."

"Spiritual Qi recovery, what a beautiful era... If not for that damned unforeseen event back then, why would this god need to hide in this tiny land, disguised as some ridiculous deity."

Its memory returned to ancient times.

In that era of rampant demons, it was merely an ordinary Great Demon of lower-middle strength on the continent, beaten to a pulp by those truly terrifying existences, eventually fleeing in disarray to this island isolated by the ocean.

Who would have thought that although the Spiritual Qi here was sparse, there were also no powerful competitors?

Even more coincidentally, a violent crustal movement two thousand years ago unexpectedly destroyed the Seal suppressing it.

Although its strength was greatly diminished as a result, it was free.

Thus, it transformed, becoming the "god" worshipped by Mortals in this land, enslaving generations of Onmyojis, enjoying their offerings and sacrifices, barely surviving.

As for why it didn't go to other countries?

A joke.

It hadn't forgotten how many of its kind, a hundred times stronger than itself, were still Sealed on the continent. Going there now wouldn't be anything but suicide, would it?

"Once this god recovers its strength, I'll slowly deal with those old rivals..."

"Now, let's start with this Huaguo sorcerer who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Its speed increased again, and it was already contemplating what cruel method it should use to torture and kill its target to appease its wrath.

Soon, the outline of the land ahead became clearer and clearer.

Kunlun Mountains.

The moment this phantom entered the range of Kunlun Mountain, its flying speed abruptly stalled.

A tremor originating from the depths of its Bloodline made it uneasy.

"This place... is the territory of those Ancient Gods and Demons..."

A moment of hesitation appeared in its thoughts.

In ancient times, Kunlun was a Forbidden Ground, inhabited by too many existences it couldn't afford to provoke.

It cautiously reined in its aura, not daring to show the slightest arrogance.

But soon, it discovered that those auras that had terrified it had all fallen silent, leaving only some faint residual energy.

"Are they all dead? Or are they all asleep?"

It breathed a sigh of relief, and its courage grew again.

"Who cares, let's take care of business first!"

It followed the aura that had formed a Karma connection with it, flying directly towards the depths of Kunlun.

Soon, a vast academy with magnificent architecture appeared in its sight.

"Hmm? Since when did Mortals dare to build such a large-scale structure in a place like this?"

It was somewhat puzzled but didn't think much of it.

In its eyes, Mortals were no different from ants.

It locked onto the direction with the strongest aura; it seemed to be a large square, where hundreds of vibrant lives were gathered.

Excellent!

It saved it the trouble of finding sacrifices!

The phantom let out a silent, sinister laugh, transforming into a black light, and instantly rushed into the Martial Arts Training Ground!

However.

The moment it descended, the anticipated scene of Mortals kneeling in supplication, crying, and collapsing did not occur.

What greeted it were more than a hundred pairs of sparkling eyes.

That was not fear.

Nor was it awe.

It was... the eagerness that a hunter feels upon seeing prey!

These young people stood ramrod straight, their internal energy fluctuations, though faint, were incredibly pure.

They looked at it as if they were looking at a dish freshly served on a table.

What's going on?

This script is wrong!

Just as this Ancient Great Demon Avatar fell into a temporary state of suspended animation.

Among the crowd, a slender, handsome boy excitedly rubbed his hands and shouted to his companions beside him,

"Brothers! What are we waiting for!"

"Beat him up!"