After the man read it aloud.
Some of those who had been keeping an eye on Xu Zhiming's vitality were shocked.
Peng Sixiong's crossed eyes widened, and the smile vanished from his face.
A Level 10 martial artist with over seventy points of vitality could already get into Divine Martial University.
If Xu Zhiming got in, Peng Sixiong would face the charge of suppressing a Great Xia Heavenly Pride.
He hurriedly sent Qiu Yingzong a message, telling him to make sure Xu Zhiming was seriously injured—better yet, to damage his foundation.
Otherwise, Peng Sixiong would have no good days ahead.
Zhao Deyun, standing nearby, sighed.
He had also privately reminded Xu Zhiming not to break through to Level 10 on a momentary impulse.
Over seventy points of vitality—he had only had thirty-odd points at Level 9.
He hoped Xu Zhiming's foundation would be more solid, rather than having him look only at what was right before his eyes.
Damn Peng Sixiong and Qiu Yingzong.
Next year, he would poach every good student and leave Peng Sixiong unable to recruit a single one.
He disdained using petty tricks.
He would openly and honorably nail Peng Sixiong to the pillar of shame for the rest of his life.
Yunshui First High School—the principal who had failed the most?
Qiu Yingzong picked up his phone and glanced at the message from Peng Sixiong, but did not even read it.
By now, Peng Sixiong no longer had the qualifications to make a deal with him.
Without even guessing, he knew Peng Sixiong wanted him to ruthlessly deal with Xu Zhiming.
He was not dealing with Xu Zhiming for Peng Sixiong's sake.
He was doing it for himself, so he could climb into the favor of someone from the Meng Family.
Peng Sixiong was merely