Zhu Chang's cheeks on both sides were slapped, and his old face quickly swelled up, like a pig's head.
Many students cheered.
They had long been unhappy with Zhu Chang, who liked to look down on people with his nostrils. Now, seeing Xuanyang slap him hard, they felt incredibly relieved.
"Ah..."
Zhu Chang roared like a wild beast. He had never suffered such humiliation, and his lungs were about to explode with anger.
"Old man, you promised to give me three moves, and there's still one more slap."
Xuanyang rubbed his wrist. He had to admit that Zhu Chang's skin was quite thick; his palm hurt from the slapping.
"Slap him, slap him quickly..."
Some students even egged him on, extremely excited.
This showed how unpopular Zhu Chang was.
Song Wei Qian's eyes widened as she carefully observed Xuanyang. She was certain that he did not possess a special physique, but his extraordinary combat power proved that he was by no means an ordinary cultivator.
Then, she thought of another possibility.
Special bloodline!
"Could it be that going into the woods with Ji Mo can awaken a special bloodline?"
Song Wei Qian suddenly felt a little regretful. If she had known earlier, she should have agreed to go into the woods with Ji Mo, and perhaps the truth would have been revealed.
Unfortunately, she had rejected such a good opportunity. No wonder the old man's face had turned green with anger at the time.
At this moment, Zhu Chang no longer cared about his promise to give three moves. He only thought about killing Xuanyang.
He roared, his veins bulging, his spiritual energy circulating violently. Two sealed acupoints on his body were broken, and his cultivation recovered to the early stage of the Spiritual Saint realm.
"Old man, you are so shameless. You promised to suppress your realm to be the same as mine, but now you're increasing your strength."
Xuanyang cursed loudly, and at the same time, he pushed off the ground, his entire body shooting towards Zhu Chang like an arrow released from a bow.
Zhu Chang's eyes were cold, his face filled with killing intent. He didn't believe that with his Saint realm cultivation, he couldn't deal with Xuanyang.
His body flowed with runes, and he directly unleashed his domain. A gray ripple spread in all directions, engulfing Xuanyang.
Then, he met the attacking Xuanyang and threw a punch.
*Clang!*
With a loud noise, their fists collided. The ground cracked, and the surging energy swept in all directions.
Everyone was shocked. Facing Zhu Chang, who had recovered his Saint realm strength, Xuanyang was not at a disadvantage and could directly confront him.
This meant that Xuanyang also possessed the strength to challenge opponents of higher realms, showing signs of being a genius.
Thus, a group of teachers cast their malicious gazes towards Zhuang Chang Ming and Cui Pei, making the two of them's scalps tingle and their foreheads break out in a cold sweat.
The two of them felt wronged. During the entrance examination, they had extorted a large sum of benefits from Xuanyang, but they had very seriously conducted a comprehensive examination of him. They were absolutely sure that Xuanyang's talent was mediocre. Who knew how he suddenly became a genius.
Just like Lin Mengmeng, Xuanyang had also changed after following Ji Mo. It was truly like seeing a ghost.
Then the two looked at each other and thought of the key point. Both Lin Mengmeng and Xuanyang had changed after following Ji Mo, and it was highly likely that all of this was related to Ji Mo.
Could it be that Ji Mo could turn mediocre talents into prodigies?
Great waves surged in their hearts.
"Old man, you are too weak."
A mocking smile appeared on Xuanyang's face. Suddenly, his arm erupted with a red glow, and a terrifying power surged, directly repelling Zhu Chang.
Immediately, he pressed forward and slapped Zhu Chang in the face again.
Zhu Chang let out a painful scream, and his entire body was sent flying, his face contorted.
"Bloodline power!"
Zhu Chang felt the abnormality of Xuanyang's strength. It was the peculiar energy that only special bloodlines possessed. No wonder he could ignore the influence of his domain and confront him head-on.
"As expected, it's a special bloodline!"
Song Wei Qian also noticed it and was extremely excited.
Then she recalled the scene of Xuanyang being dragged into the woods by Ji Mo last time, and finally believed that Ji Mo possessed unimaginable heaven-defying means to help Xuanyang awaken his special bloodline.
Zhu Chang was going crazy. Was Ji Mo the son of destiny?
Why were all his students so monstrous? Xuanyang, who seemed to be the most useless, actually possessed a special bloodline.
He had originally thought Xuanyang was a soft persimmon, but unexpectedly, he was a tough bone that couldn't be gnawed.
Zhu Chang roared again, and two more sealed acupoints were unblocked, his cultivation recovering to the late stage of the Spiritual Saint realm.
He resisted with all his might, unleashing various techniques. The surging energy seemed to want to crush everything into dust.
Xuanyang was fearless. His body was covered in a faint halo, and the blood and qi in his body churned like a sea, beginning to stimulate his bloodline power to fight against him.
The figures of an old man and a young man collided repeatedly.
"Is this the so-called academic渣 (scum)? If Xuanyang is academic渣, what are we?"
Many students were conquered by the strength Xuanyang displayed.
Some students who had looked down on Xuanyang before were filled with shame.
Girls who were attracted to good looks screamed and cheered for Xuanyang. Handsome boys with strong strength were the easiest to be liked by these ignorant girls.
In the crowd, a girl's face was pale. It was Ru Mei, who had abandoned Xuanyang back then.
She regretted it to the point of her intestines turning green.
Xuanyang had once been obedient to her and poured his heart out to her, but she had been blind and dumped him.
*Bang!*
Xuanyang finally gained the upper hand. His fist smashed into Zhu Chang's body, making his old bones crackle. He spat out blood.
Zhu Chang was furious and roared up at the sky. His body emitted thunderous booms, and the sealed acupoints were broken one by one, his cultivation rapidly recovering.
His eyes were blood red, and killing intent rolled. Terrifying imperial might covered the sky and the earth. Runes surged all over his body, and with every move, the void trembled.
In Zhu Chang's hand, a hammer-shaped imperial weapon appeared out of thin air, emitting a vast golden light.
At this moment, Zhu Chang was completely shameless. He unleashed his full cultivation and intended to use the imperial weapon to smash Xuanyang into ashes and scatter his soul.
"Be careful!"
Song Wei Qian warned, but she was too far away and couldn't reach him in time to rescue him.
All the teachers and students watched this scene, their faces filled with shock.
Zhu Chang, facing a student, shamelessly unleashed his Spirit Emperor cultivation and used an imperial weapon. It was too shameless.
Everyone present was convinced that Xuanyang was doomed. Not only would his body be smashed flat, but his soul would also be torn to pieces, resulting in a tragic end.
Only Lin Mengmeng noticed that her Mr. Ji took out a small slingshot from his pocket and loaded it with a small stone.
"The old man is not fighting with honor. He can't win, so he pulls out such a big hammer. How shameless."
Ji Mo couldn't stand seeing his student suffer. He aimed directly at Zhu Chang's hand that was holding the weapon.
Zhu Chang grinned sinisterly, raising the imperial hammer to smash towards Xuanyang, who looked panicked. But the next second, he felt his body tremble, and his hand was pierced by something.
An unimaginable force spread throughout his body, and his cultivation was directly reduced to nothingness.
He could no longer hold the imperial hammer, and it fell to the ground, smashing Zhu Chang's toes into powder.
"Pfft..."
Zhu Chang spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen.