"Look, this was what happened when hot blood rushed to one's head!" Someone gloated.
"They could have stayed put and not moved. How nice would that have been?" But more people were horrified.
"Yet they just had to let their hot blood rush to their heads and come out to stop Chu Qing!" They had never seen Chu Qing.
"Wasn't that courting death?" But they had heard of him.
They knew he acted without restraint, and they knew he was formidable. But being so reckless and formidable to this extent was still beyond their imagination.
Thud! The headless corpse crashed to the ground.
Chu Qing smiled at the old man from the Martial Academy.
The old man's expression darkened.
He took a deep breath and looked at the other eight young scions.
"Everyone, the assessment will continue."
"Next!"
Rustle! The eight young scions all took a step back in unison. One of them even said to those around him, "Quick, take me back to get my Recommendation Letter. I forgot to bring it!"
Rustle! A group of servants clustered around their master and fled at a run.
Meanwhile, his followers were utterly dumbfounded.
"Young Master... if you leave, what are we supposed to do?"
"I never thought you were this kind of Young Master!"
"You're far too timid!"
"Even if we die, we have to die at the Martial Academy!"
"Otherwise, all our support will have gone down the drain!"
Hearing this, the young scion walked even faster.
The other young scions exchanged glances and followed suit.
As a result:
One of them moved too slowly and was actually seized by his own followers, who shoved and dragged him toward the old man from the Martial Academy.
The young scion's face changed drastically. In terror, he cried, "Are you trying