Chapter 0088: Unrepentant
After Feng Xiaotian’s confession, Ouyang Hai’s expression darkened. He turned to look at Huang Liang beside Huang Long and snapped, “Liang, you actually colluded with your siblings to slander your fifth senior brother. What more do you have to explain?”
Yu Qi also shouted at Huang Yi, “You silly girl! You’re really disappointing me!”
Seeing their master blaming them instead of believing what they had said earlier, Huang Liang and Huang Yi hurriedly said, “Master, what we said earlier is true. It was our second brother who saved us.”
Yang Zhen grew furious, “Unrepentant! Still lying! I think we should lock them up in the back mountain for a year or so to make them reflect.”
Ouyang Hai and Yu Qi didn’t speak, but from their expressions, it seemed they agreed.
Huang Liang and Huang Yi grew anxious, especially Huang Yi, whose eyes reddened.
Huang Long watched Feng Xiaotian coldly as Ouyang Hai and the others argued among themselves. With a sneer, he said, “A few old men! When my brother and sister joined your sect, I gave you some face. You really think you’ve grown arrogant! Locking up my brother and sister? If it weren’t for them, I would have killed this kid right away.”
“This kid—should it be you who deal with him, or should I do it?” Huang Long was referring to Feng Xiaotian.
Tang Wudi, Yu Qi, Ouyang Hai, Yang Zhen, and Ren Zhongqing were stunned for a moment before filling with rage.
Ouyang Hai suddenly stood up, his face red with anger, “How dare you! Bold! You little brat Huang Long, speaking such arrogantly without knowing bounds! Don’t think just because you’re talented you’re already a strong warrior of the Sacred Realm. All these years, we’ve allowed you to act in the academy. Do you really think we can’t punish you?”
Yang Zhen roared even louder, “This is rebellion! A brat dares to speak to us like this! If I don’t teach you a harsh lesson today, I’m not Yang Zhen!” With that, he prepared to act.
At that moment, Feng Xiaotian stepped forward and said, “Master, Dean Yang, what status do you have? Why lower yourselves to teach this ignorant kid? Let me handle it!”
Ouyang Hai and Yang Zhen sat back down, realizing that it would indeed be beneath their dignity to teach a child. They both nodded.
Ren Zhongqing said with a pale face, “Don’t worry. As long as he doesn’t die.”
Feng Xiaotian smiled brightly. “Yes, Dean Ren. Please rest assured, master and elders.” Then he turned to Huang Long with a smile and said, “Younger brother Huang, if Brother Feng is a bit too harsh later, don’t blame him.”
With a fierce smile, Feng Xiaotian walked toward Huang Long.
“Young Huang is a thousand-year genius in our academy’s cultivation. Over these years, his skills must have improved greatly. Now, as his senior, I’ll test his strength.” As soon as Feng Xiaotian finished speaking, his expression turned cold, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He threw a punch at Huang Long’s head, golden light bursting forth.
He was determined to kill him this time.
Previously, he hadn’t found the chance to teach this kid a lesson. Now, he could kill him legitimately without anyone questioning him. After all, it was Ouyang Hai and the others who had given him the order—if he made a mistake while punishing him, it would be considered normal.
Huang Long sneered at the sight.
Feng Xiaotian was now an eighth-level warrior. If that punch landed, Huang Long’s head would likely explode in blood. After throwing the punch, seeing Huang Long standing there, unflinching and even sneering, his murderous intent grew even stronger.
“Kid, die!” Feng Xiaotian shouted inwardly.
He would deal with this kid first and then find another chance to kill that little brat, Huang Liang.
But just as his powerful punch reached Huang Long, his eyes widened in disbelief. Huang Long’s right hand gently grasped his fist—firmly!
His combat energy vanished!
He felt no strength in his right arm.
Huang Long clenched his fist and pushed, sending a devastating force through Feng Xiaotian’s right arm. A scream echoed through the hall. Under Feng Xiaotian’s horrified gaze, Huang Long disabled his cultivation skills. Then, with a twist of his right hand, a crisp crack sound came, followed by another scream.
Huang Long grabbed Feng Xiaotian with one hand and lifted him off the ground.
“Originally, I only wanted to disable you, but now…” A flash of murderous intent passed through Huang Long’s eyes.
Feng Xiaotian felt death approaching. His face was filled with terror as he struggled desperately, trying to scream, but Huang Long held him tightly.
“Die!”
When the word “die” came from Huang Long’s mouth, everyone in the hall felt a bone-chilling coldness.
Tang Wudi, Yu Qi, and Ouyang Hai never expected things to turn out like this. Huang Long disabled Feng Xiaotian and lifted him up so quickly that no one could react. The stunned group saw Huang Long about to kill Feng Xiaotian, and Ouyang Hai was the first to act.
“Dare you!” Feng Xiaotian was his proud disciple. Ouyang Hai, filled with rage, shouted and slammed his palm at Huang Long at lightning speed, his aura as that of a holy realm warrior surging forth.
Even if it meant killing Huang Long, he would first save his beloved disciple.
Yet, he was still a step too slow. Huang Long clenched his hand, and with a “crack,” Feng Xiaotian stopped struggling forever. Seeing Ouyang Hai charging at him, Huang Long thrust his left palm forward. Thunderous applause erupted as pores all over Huang Long’s body opened, and streaks of lightning suddenly appeared.
A loud boom!
The hall shook, and under the astonished gazes of Tang Wudi and the others, Ouyang Hai was flung backward, shattering the conference table before crashing straight into the wall of the hall.
Huang Long soared into the air, standing mid-air with an ever-growing aura. Lightning pillars surrounded him, and within those pillars, water and fire dragons took shape, roaring as their roars echoed through the sky.
In every corner of the Divine Wind Academy, people heard the thunderous dragon roars. Tens of thousands of teachers and students stared in horror at the conference building, unable to understand what was happening.
“A holy, a powerhouse from the Holy Land!”
Tang Wudi and the others looked up at Huang Long in the air, stammering.
Unbelievable! Absolutely shocking!
How is this possible?
Huang Long, the kid they used to think was just a child, had returned after six years and had become a powerhouse from the Holy Land!
There was no doubt—this was indeed the aura of a Holy Land powerhouse. And thinking of Ouyang Hai, a mid-level Holy Land warrior, being flung away by Huang Long, Tang Wudi and the others were even more stunned.
What did this mean? It meant Huang Long was by no means just entering the Holy Land!
A high-level Holy Land warrior!
After being shocked, Tang Wudi and the others found their breathing rapid.
Fifteen years old! A high-level Holy Land warrior at fifteen! They had witnessed a high-level Holy Land warrior at fifteen—a miracle unseen on the Hengyuan Continent since ancient times.
The youngest high-level Holy Land warrior in the history of the Hengyuan Continent was Lin Youwu, the emperor of the Youwu Empire over six thousand years ago. He had entered the Holy Land at exactly fifty years old.
The events were too unbelievable and shocking that Tang Wudi and the others forgot about Feng Xiaotian, who had died at Huang Long’s hands just moments ago.