As Wu Mingkong's words fell, Luo Tongtian and Wang Xuanfeng had already retreated to Lin Xuan's side.
On the other side, the Three Great Emperor Seeds gathered together, staring at Lin Xuan's group with wary expressions.
A trace of panic still lingered on Lan Chu Yan's face, blood hanging from the corner of her lips. Her injuries were severe, yet the venom in her eyes was utterly undisguised.
"Since the Thirteenth Prince has spoken, naturally we can."
Only after a long while did Mi Luo Xiu speak, with Zhi Kong and Lan Chu Yan nodding right after him.
"What a pity. It seems killing these three will require careful long-term planning. Old Luo, Old Wang, keep a close watch on them."
Lin Xuan had recovered considerably, and his calm voice drifted out.
Luo Tongtian and Wang Xuanfeng nodded lightly, their gazes toward the Three Great Emperor Seeds extremely hostile.
The Three Great Emperor Seeds gritted their teeth, the flames in their hearts blazing fiercely.
"Good!"
"Thank you, everyone. The Confucian Light Banquet is about to begin. Please follow me."
Wu Mingkong hurriedly broke the atmosphere that was about to become sword-drawn and crossbow-bent once more, secretly wiping away a cold sweat in his heart.
This Lin Xuan was truly inhuman. He had long heard that Lin Xuan was good at stirring up trouble, but he had not expected him to be this good at it.
A farce had come to an end.
The three Imperial Direct Descendants and Lin Xuan's group headed toward the Sage's Dojo.
The countless students who had witnessed everything hurriedly made way, their gazes constantly lingering on Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan's earlier performance had completely overturned their worldview.
Some beings had once believed Lin Xuan was not as terrifying as the rumors claimed, but now they