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This scene made the entire audience hold its breath, and an uproar erupted in the VIP room.
"Motherfucker! Can Canghui not afford to lose? They dare threaten my Chang'an students in public!"
Wang Wei's roar shook the crystal chandelier until it trembled with a rustle. He slammed the table and shot to his feet, and the small table shattered once again.
Soul Power boiled around him, and the shadow of the Earth Bear faintly appeared behind him. His furious Soul pressure shook every teacup in the room until they clinked and rattled.
He turned and charged toward the carved doors. With every step he took, cracks split across the bluestone ground. "That bastard Shi Liuguang has already made a move. Do they really think Chang'an has no one?! Lian Changzhi, you old bastard—"
The security vice dean's hair and beard bristled, his eyes blood-red as though stained with blood, and he dragged a string of afterimages in his wake.
The VIP room was only a hundred paces from the arena's barrier, yet now it seemed like an impassable chasm.
Not only were there floor-to-ceiling windows, but outside them, the blazing sun had gilded the crowd into a golden tide. The spectators, packed together like ants swarming meat, blocked the passage until not even water could get through.
And that transparent screen, with runes flowing across it, still stood towering and unmoving, like an inverted golden bell, sealing the entire arena airtight.
So Wang Wei could not smash through the window and leap out. He could only run.
The other Soul Douluo's expressions changed as well, especially the deans from the Northern Four Counties, whose faces had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
This was clearly a public slap to their