The other Scholars did not rush forward. When they saw him coming, fear rose in their hearts. They retreated even as angry curses spilled endlessly from their mouths.
Su Yun could not help growing angry. He raised a hand, seized a Scholar by the collar at his side, and dragged him over, yet he did not look at the Scholar's face. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the ground ahead.
It was a habitual motion from when he had been blind.
Yet to everyone else, this was plainly utter contempt—seeing no one beneath the heavens!
"Just now, Hua Erge said that I beat up the Sage Young Master, and all you Scholars were fired up with righteous indignation, ready to swarm me and beat me to death. I don't believe it. With trash like you?"
Su Yun released him, pressed his palm against the young Scholar's face, and pushed him aside. "Scholars do not worship Gods and Devils, yet you treat the Sage Young Master as a god. Forgive my rudeness: senior brothers and sisters, you have brought shame upon your parents and the teachers who taught you."
The Scholar staggered from the shove, humiliated and furious. He rasped, "If you've got the nerve..."
Su Yun's gaze shifted and fell upon his face.
The moment their gazes met, the Scholar's mind abruptly went blank. His body began trembling beyond his control, as though he saw Su Yun snapping his neck in the next instant, leaving his corpse sprawled on the ground like a dead dog!
"He has killed people!" Su Yun's shadow grew larger and larger in the Scholar's mind. At last, he could not endure it any longer and collapsed limply to the ground, unable to rise.
"A pack of trash."
Su Yun walked through the crowd. Like a