The Grand Dean of the Academy, Sword Saint Cao Qiudao, was a genuine Emperor-tier powerhouse—and a super powerhouse at that. Yet people had always addressed him simply as Sword Saint.
In the Grand Dean's hands, the sword was the strongest weapon in the world.
At this moment, blood still stained Master Lu's fist, and faint strands of Sword Light continued to flicker across it, cutting dozens of tiny wounds into his fingers.
He paid them no mind. He casually tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped it around his fist, and looked like a boxer.
"Old Cao, you really want to fight?" Lu Da frowned as he looked at the other man's unusually focused gaze. "Can't we just send him back to the Heavenly Prison?"
The Grand Dean said calmly, "You're actually thinking about your old relationship with him."
Lu Da shook his head. "I can't kill him anyway, and I don't want to waste my strength on him. 'Out of sight, out of mind'—that's exactly what this is."
The Grand Dean chuckled. "So if I hadn't struck that sword just now, your mind would be at peace?"
"I told you, I can't kill him." Lu Da sighed. "In a few days, he'll regenerate from his shattered body. Why waste your expression on it?"
"That isn't something you need to worry about." The Grand Dean waved his hand. "Since you refuse to leave, stay here, then... No one here is leaving."
Master Lu's expression turned strange, and he opened his mouth.
He was looking directly at the Grand Dean, but the corner of his eye remained fixed on the bastard who had lured away his daughter... Er, Young Master Luo.
"Old Cao, some things are fine to think about privately... No, they might be dangerous even to think about."