The burly man in red armor felt the pressure mounting with every exchange. The swords in his hands had already drained far too much of his spiritual pressure, yet the red-haired girl still looked utterly calm, without even a bead of sweat. Were all students of the Spirit Arts Academy monsters?!
This couldn't go on! If his spiritual pressure ran dry, his fate would surely be unimaginably miserable. Even if these students did not kill him themselves, it would be no different!
As though he had made some sort of decision, the burly man suddenly leaped into the air. Bo Yanhe sat on a tree branch dusted with a thin layer of snow, watching the corpses below wander about in confusion, and frowned.
Bu Qianhuai had never met Han Zishang, but he nodded inwardly. Han Zishang was also an expert on the Human Rankings, and happened to be one place above him, ranked twenty-first.
"This is my wish, and the one who answered that wish is you, summoned here by me." As he spoke, he raised the red spear in his hand. "If you have nothing else to do, then please kill me! If you can manage it!" The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two sides instantly grew tense.
Bang! Bang! Bang! After several shots, whether the bullets carried added energy or not, they melted away the moment they entered the smoke.
Outside the door stood a man—the masked man he had seen the night before.
But he was still a step too late. A streak of black light flashed over and slammed directly into the Golden Donkey. With a miserable cry, the Golden Donkey was sent flying a hundred meters before crashing heavily into the rock wall. It was left utterly dazed, and its big