"You dead queer, what do you think you are, daring to challenge us?"
The blond-haired youth was hot-tempered, believing he had lost to Wang Wenjian earlier due to carelessness.
Now, with someone else foolishly challenging them, it was simply a case of not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.
He wanted to regain his pride from Xuanyang and prove his strength.
"Challenge? You're thinking too much. I just want to beat you up until your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
Xuanyang's fair, jade-like cheeks were flushed with anger. How dare he call him a queer? He wouldn't let this blond-haired youth off the hook so easily.
As soon as he spoke, he vanished from his spot.
His figure was like a phantom, his speed astonishing.
With this move, Liu Song's heart sank.
He felt a terrible premonition; this queer was also a genius.
The blond-haired youth's hair stood on end, a powerful pressure bearing down on him, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
Immediately, his neck was gripped by five slender yet powerful fingers, and then his entire face was slammed hard into the ground.
*Bang!*
The blond-haired youth was driven into the mud headfirst, only his upper body and two kicking legs visible.
At this moment, he was in utter panic, feeling the terror of being dominated.
Why was this queer so terrifying? He was no match at all.
Then, the blond-haired youth felt his ankle being grabbed, and his entire body was pulled up by Xuanyang.
What followed was a terrifying sight.
Xuanyang swung the blond-haired youth with one hand, smashing him repeatedly into the ground, while asking, "Queer? I'm asking you now, am I manly enough? Manly enough?"
Ever since he saw Ji Mo swing Night Owl with one hand last time, Xuanyang had been filled with admiration and had learned this move.
It had to be said, smashing people like this felt incredibly satisfying.
Ji Mo covered his forehead, unable to bear watching.
If you're going to smash people, what's with the other hand on your hip? That's not manly, it's more like a shrew.
A series of gasps erupted from the surroundings.
Especially the students from Langya Academy who had been bullied by the blond-haired youth earlier, they screamed repeatedly, their gazes towards Xuanyang becoming inexplicably fiery, a strange emotion stirring within them.
The blond-haired youth's fate was grim. Covered in blood, he was tossed aside like a rag doll by Xuanyang.
"Next."
Xuanyang clapped his hands, smiling at the remaining four people.
The four students from Shengling Academy took a step back, finding his smile chilling.
However, Xuanyang gave them no chance, immediately lunging at one of them.
Screams ensued.
These four were defeated one after another, beaten miserably.
At this moment, they all regretted it deeply. They shouldn't have been greedy for that ninth-grade spirit pill to heal their injuries, otherwise, they wouldn't have suffered so much.
They recalled that in their previous matches against Wang Wenjian, they were almost all defeated in one move. Although they were heavily injured, they hadn't endured so much torment.
As Xuanyang had said, it wasn't a challenge, but an intention to beat them up. Consequently, they were all bruised and battered, with dozens of contusions all over their bodies.
What they found most unbearable were the numerous pinch marks and nail imprints.
This queer was beautiful, but their heart was more venomous than a snake's!
"Your students are too weak, they can't take a beating at all."
Xuanyang, still not fully satisfied, walked up to Liu Song.
Liu Song's old face turned red. He had just said that Langya Academy only had one presentable student, and now a second one had emerged, severely slapping his face.
Furthermore, he sensed the fluctuation of bloodline power from Xuanyang, meaning this was a super genius who had awakened a special bloodline.
Liu Song couldn't understand why such a favored child of heaven would be willing to study at Langya Academy.
"What are you spacing out for? Five epic weapons."
Xuanyang urged.
Liu Song rummaged through his storage bag and finally gathered five epic weapons, reluctantly handing them over to Xuanyang.
His heart was bleeding. These weapons were his hard-earned savings, and he had lost them all like this.
Liu Song's mind drifted to a wicked idea. He forced a smile and said, "Epic weapons are nothing. As long as you're willing to study at my Shengling Academy, you'll immediately receive a legendary weapon."
This old fox hadn't forgotten to poach talent.
"What is a legendary weapon?" Xuanyang asked.
Just as Liu Song was about to elaborate on the preciousness of legendary weapons, he saw Xuanyang slowly take out a hammer.
"Imperial Weapon!"
Liu Song felt his old face burn. The other party already possessed a dream-like Imperial Weapon, and he was trying to bribe them with a mere legendary weapon. It was truly laughable.
He could already feel the aura of the Imperial Hammer flowing from Xuanyang, proving it was his weapon.
At this moment, even he began to question if Langya Academy was truly this extravagant.
Not only were they providing a large number of ninth-grade spirit pills, but even Imperial Weapons were given. Such generosity was beyond what Shengling Academy could compare to.
The five students from Shengling Academy were shocked, their arrogant demeanor gone. They thought they were superior, but it turned out they were nothing.
Fortunately, Xuanyang hadn't used the Imperial Weapon earlier, otherwise, they wouldn't have known how they died.
This Imperial Hammer originally belonged to Zhu Chang. Xuanyang had conveniently "borrowed" it last time.
Originally, with his cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to make an Imperial Weapon recognize him as its master. Naturally, Ji Mo had lent a hand, allowing him to gain complete control of this weapon.
Zhu Chang, who was watching from afar, saw his weapon become Xuanyang's, and his face contorted with rage.
Wu Kong, standing beside him, comforted him, "Elder Zhu, endure it for now. Once Dean Zeng comes out of seclusion and deals with these people, that Imperial Hammer will still be yours, and you'll even get a share of the ninth-grade spirit pills on Xuanyang. With these spirit pills, your cultivation might even recover."
"I hope so."
Zhu Chang's expression improved slightly, but then he thought of it again and his face immediately turned bitter.
He had already become a cripple. With Zeng Qiyan's character, would he still waste resources on him?
Just then, a soft, sweet voice rang out.
"Um, do you have any more rewards?"
Lin Mengmeng, with a dazed expression, tilted her small head and asked Liu Song, "I won't bully your students. I'll heal their injuries first, and then I'll fight five of them. How about that?"
Fight five?
Liu Song was so angry he wanted to spit blood. This was too arrogant. Such a seemingly innocent and cute little girl spoke such wild words, wanting to fight five at once. How could he tolerate this?
He was about to agree, but ultimately did not act impulsively. He looked up at Song Weiqian.
Seeing that Song Weiqian's expression was normal, and even the surrounding Langya Academy students showed no surprise, he immediately sensed something was very wrong.
Liu Song's gaze fell on Lin Mengmeng, finding it hard to believe that such a seemingly harmless little girl possessed the strength to take on five opponents.
Then, he suddenly realized, and his gaze involuntarily shifted to Ji Mo, his heart churning with a tempest.
Because these three had all come with Ji Mo, and their identities seemed to be Ji Mo's students.
Being able to teach three talented students, this person named Ji Mo was definitely not simple. What was his background?
Why had he never heard of such a person in Langya Academy?
Liu Song then recalled that even Song Weiqian had to consult Ji Mo's opinion before, which meant Ji Mo's status in Langya Academy was extraordinary.
His pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he lunged at Ji Mo, wanting to test Ji Mo's depth.
Liu Song had a premonition that this person would be Shengling Academy's greatest threat.