The middle-aged man listened to Bi Zihan, his brows furrowing slightly. "I'm the dean of Nuoding Academy. You were sneaking around in my Nuoding Academy, and I came after you to ensure my students' safety. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Nothing wrong with it. Caring about your academy's students and ensuring their safety is a good thing. But you should first assess the strength of both sides before deciding whether you ought to give chase. That would have been the correct choice." Bi Zihan smiled and released his second martial soul: the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
Although the Rakshasa Demon Scythe did not currently have a single soul ring attached to it, it contained an utterly evil power. Not only was its offensive power formidable, but its attacks were also exceptionally strange.
In terms of attack power alone, even the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel was somewhat inferior to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. However, the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel excelled in its versatility and had no obvious weaknesses, whereas the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was merely powerful and bizarre in its methods of attack. In all other aspects, it could not compare with the Twelve-Winged Angel.
As the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in Bi Zihan's hand, Evil Energy gradually emanated from his body, while the blood within him began to stir.
"You don't even have a soul ring. You should come back with me to Nuoding Academy, explain everything clearly, and then you can leave!" Seeing that Bi Zihan did not possess a single soul ring, the middle-aged man could not help lowering his guard.
The middle-aged man's fourth soul ring suddenly lit up. The martial soul wings on his back flapped, and countless feathers shot from them, flying straight toward Bi Zihan.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Falcon Feathers!"
Bi Zihan watched the incoming feathers.