Let's Go Back to Our Rooms and Rest

Ma Xiaotao's clenched fist loosened slightly, and a trace of admiration flashed through her eyes.

"This guy really isn't simple."

She tilted her head up slightly, her recognition of Tang Lan's courage and strength growing by a few degrees.

Yan Shaozhe looked at Tang Lan. After a moment of silence, he said,

"Even if you can handle an assassination by a Titled Douluo, this time, with you acting as bait, they will surely have a more thorough plan and a stronger lineup."

"Are you truly completely certain?" His tone was grave and serious, his gaze filled with deep concern.

Tang Lan smiled faintly, his gaze incomparably resolute. "Dean, I've made up my mind. Unless I completely eliminate this hidden threat, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace."

His voice rang out powerfully, as though it could pierce everyone's hearts.

Everyone was once again shaken by Tang Lan's determination, and a solemn atmosphere settled over the academy.

The wind blew quietly past, but it could not disperse the heavy, tense air.

Tang Lan appeared extremely confident. It was a powerful confidence that radiated from his very bones.

It could even be said that he did not take the Holy Spirit Cult or the Four Great Empires seriously at all.

Forget Titled Douluo—even Limit Douluo at rank 99, those standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World, were beneath his notice.

There was not the slightest trace of fear or hesitation in his eyes, only unwavering resolve and fearlessness.

As long as they dared to come, he was fully confident he could ensure they never returned.

His upright figure resembled an unshakable mountain, emanating a formidable presence no one could ignore.

The corners of his lips curled upward slightly in a disdainful smile, as though mocking his enemies