Sixteen Thousand Paintings

Zhang Xiaohua's voice brimmed with confidence, and his face wore the expression of someone on the verge of avenging a great hatred.

He was certain that he now held every advantage of timing and terrain, along with absolute superiority. That brat across from him was as good as dead.

"I told you, this is my home ground. Without my permission, you cannot kill him!" Zhou Qiucheng sneered. The next moment, Mystic Aura circulated around him, and three chains flew from his chest. One pierced Zhang Xiaohua's brow, one landed on Zhang Xiaohua's chest, and the last settled on his lower dantian.

The three chains linked the two together, locking their auras in place.

The three chains respectively fixed Zhang Xiaohua's upper, middle, and lower dantians. The three dantians represented Essence, Qi, and Spirit; it was equivalent to locking down Zhang Xiaohua's Essence, Qi, and Spirit.

Thus, Zhang Xiaohua could no longer take another step. He stood there blankly, like a puppet, quietly rooted in place. Mr. Zhong likewise stood where he was, the aura around him gradually vanishing until only his fleshly body remained, motionless as a statue.

Chai Wenji carefully observed the auras surrounding the two men. Only after a moment did she say, "Mr. Zhong has held Zhang Xiaohua back, so you need not worry. With this Treasure Pagoda here, Mr. Zhong is already invincible. Whether you wish to continue studying or leave the tower to watch, please do as you please."

As Chai Wenji's words fell, the students in the Treasure Pagoda hesitated briefly before more than half of them departed in an instant. The entire pagoda immediately quieted down. For most students, they had come to the academy's inner court in pursuit of opportunities; there was no need to throw away their lives over a bit