"Don't come any closer..."
Meng Qi was so terrified his legs were trembling, he was about to wet himself.
This Lu fellow was truly inhuman. The scissors in his hand were rusty, stained with dried bloodstains, who knew how many treasures they had reaped.
If he were to get that kind of treatment, he couldn't even imagine the consequences. How would he live after that? Would he really have to squat to pee?
And the pain wouldn't be just once.
From now on, he would be like a leek, every so often, after growing back, he would be ravaged by these people. The thought alone was enough to break him.
"Stop. I'll talk, I'll talk. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you honestly."
Meng Qi's eyes welled up with tears, and he finally chose to compromise.
Circumstances forced him to bow and submit!
Although he wasn't afraid of death, he truly couldn't endure such treatment.
This was more terrifying than descending into the eighteen layers of hell!
"I don't want to hear it."
Lu Wukai had gained the upper hand and was no longer in a hurry.
The scissors in his hand "clicked" even more cheerfully.
"Sixth Boss, for the sake of our decades of friendship."
Meng Qi pleaded, hoping the Sixth Boss would speak up for him.
"Friendship? For the past few decades, relying on you being Sun Zhi's mount, you've tormented us countless times, drinking our blood. Now it's karma, and I want to eat a few skewers of your lamb kidneys to make up for it."
The Sixth Boss gritted his pale teeth, his face filled with rage.
If nothing else, Old Seven was indirectly killed by this guy, and revenge was necessary.
"Dean Song, I know you have the kindest heart."
Meng Qi turned to look at Song Zhenwei, his expression pitiful.
"Don't worry, I've already prepared to help you bandage the wound, stop the bleeding, and give you top-grade healing medicine. I guarantee you'll grow them all back soon."
Song Zhenwei rubbed his hands, smiling lecherously.
"I want to expose a shocking conspiracy of Sun Zhi, which concerns the lives of hundreds of millions of humans. Stop quickly, and I'll tell you right away."
Seeing the scissors already reaching his crotch, Meng Qi could no longer hold back and offered his most important secret as a bargaining chip.
"Concerns the lives of tens of millions of people?"
Song Zhenwei and the other two were stunned. What exactly was Sun Zhi planning to do, commit genocide?
They quickly pressed him, and all of them were shocked.
It turned out that Sun Zhi was so insane that he actually planned to slaughter an entire city!
"It's over, Mr. Ji and Xixi are still in Chizhang City."
Upon learning of Sun Zhi's plan, Song Zhenwei became somewhat flustered.
However, thinking of Ji Mo's methods, he quickly calmed down.
With Ji Mo's immense power, Sun Zhi would surely not be able to harm them.
But this was a great opportunity to show his worth, and he couldn't miss it.
After some thought, Song Zhenwei decided to rush to Chizhang City as well, hoping to perform well. Perhaps Ji Mo would be pleased and bestow more benefits.
"Sun Zhi is insane, wanting to slaughter a city! Let's expose his true face!"
Lu Wukai, along with the Sixth Boss, escorted Meng Qi to retrieve evidence of Sun Zhi colluding with demons, intending to make it public and turn Sun Zhi into a public enemy.
The three split into two groups and acted accordingly.
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Chizhang City.
"Hey, don't you think of taking advantage of me! I'll eat, I'll eat!"
Fang Tong was almost crying from fear.
How could there be casual mouth-to-mouth contact between men and women? Wouldn't she be at a huge disadvantage?
She could only choose to surrender, her face blushing as she opened her small mouth.
Thus, Wang Wenjian, with a dull expression, fed Fang Tong the ninth-grade spirit pills one after another, like feeding a small hamster.
Fang Tong was stunned, lost in thought.
How precious were ninth-grade pills, yet Wang Wenjian fed them to her one by one as if they were free.
"Could it be that he... has feelings for me..."
Fang Tong's heart pounded, fluttering like a startled deer, thinking Wang Wenjian had intentions towards her.
Otherwise, why would he be so good to her?
In reality, Wang Wenjian didn't have so many ulterior motives. It was just that Ji Mo had said to feed Fang Tong some pills.
As for how many was "some," he couldn't grasp it, so he could only keep feeding until Fang Tong was satisfied.
After all, these ninth-grade spirit pills were truly free. Ji Mo had made so many for each of them, they couldn't possibly finish them all.
"Oh, so thoughtful! Mr. Ji from Langya actually teaches students the art of wooing. Such a pure academic atmosphere, I want to enroll there too."
"It's over, Fang Tong seems unable to resist the attack of sugar-coated bullets and is about to fall."
"Alas, who would feed me so many ninth-grade spirit pills, I'd fall too! By the way, is the foundation of Langya Academy really so strong that they use ninth-grade spirit pills for wooing?"
Everyone was stunned by Wang Wenjian's operation.
At the same time, many people marveled at the wealth and generosity of Langya Academy, and many young cultivators immediately harbored the idea of studying at Langya Academy.
Even more so, many students from other academies were filled with envy and jealousy.
Look at the Mr. Ji of Langya, giving students handfuls of ninth-grade spirit pills and publicly teaching them how to woo. In contrast, their own academy's teachers were nothing.
Thus, many students immediately had the idea of transferring schools.
"The third match, Langya Academy wins! In this round, Langya Academy defeated Weiyang Academy three to zero."
The referee announced the result of the competition.
After saying this, he himself fell into silence, finding it incredible.
Who would have thought that Langya would defeat the strongest Weiyang Academy, and do so with an overwhelming victory?
Not long ago, almost everyone had mocked Langya Academy for only being able to field three students for the competition, but now they understood the real reason.
Three were enough, because no academy could win a single match against Langya.
As the match results were announced, the entire venue was in a daze.
This meant that the era belonging to Weiyang Academy had ended.
Weiyang Academy had fallen from the first position, and their dream of a five-peat was shattered.
Langya had risen, truly risen, soaring to the heavens.
After Weiyang Academy's defeat, no other academy could stop them from winning the championship, not even Shengling Academy.
Lin Mengmeng, possessing the Heaven-Suppressing Tyrant Body, was almost an invincible existence.
Wang Wenjian, who had mastered the unity of man and saber, was not only a match for these students but even for most academy elders.
As for Xuan Yang, although his performance was relatively less dazzling, one must not forget that no one knew what kind of special bloodline he possessed, and Xuan Yang had been deliberately restraining his strength. His true strength might be even more terrifying.
It could be said that Langya's three students already represented the highest combat power of the younger generation in the Southern Region, and their championship was well-deserved.
"Lost, how could we have lost?"
Du Mubai muttered to himself, dejected.
He couldn't accept this fact. Not only had he lost, but he had lost so thoroughly. All his past glory was shattered at this moment.
Recently, he had been boasting everywhere that the championship this year was already in his grasp, and no one could compare.
Now, everything he had boasted about had become a complete joke.
Feeling the strange glances from the people around him, with smiles that seemed to carry naked ridicule, Du Mubai felt his face burn, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.