"Godwind Academy... has gone too far!"
"They're Evil Spirit Masters! They're monsters!"
"Severely punish Godwind Academy!"
No one knew who started it, but furious shouts began rising one after another, eventually converging into a massive wave of noise.
In the VIP stands.
Xue Beng could no longer sit still.
He stared at Han Yuchen, who lay on the arena floor surrounded by people, his teeth itching with hatred.
Why isn't this brat dead yet?!
Not only was he not dead, he had become a hero?
And that Werewolf Monster had vanished too cleanly, leaving behind not even a trace of evidence—only black dust scattered across the ground.
"Your Highness, Bishop Salas is looking over here."
His confidant whispered into his ear.
Xue Beng jolted and turned his head.
The Platinum Bishop Salas of Spirit Hall was staring at him with a dark, scrutinizing gaze.
Even Ning Fengzhi beside him wore a solemn expression, his eyes filled with probing suspicion.
Xue Beng's heart skipped a beat.
This had blown up.
If he did not quickly find a scapegoat, this dirty water might splash onto him instead.
He drew a deep breath, and the panic in his eyes was instantly replaced by ruthlessness.
"Pass down the order."
Xue Beng lowered his voice, his tone icy. "Godwind Academy colluded with Evil Spirit Masters, used banned drugs, and attempted to murder members of the imperial family. The teacher leading the team... execute him on the spot!"
"As for that headmaster..."
He paused, the corner of his lips curling into a cruel arc.
"Make him 'commit suicide out of fear of punishment.' Make sure the entire chain of evidence is solid."
"Yes." His confidant accepted the order and left.
On the arena.
Oscar was desperately stuffing sausages into Han Yuchen's mouth.
"Old Han, don't die!