Everyone had ambition. Once unleashed, it would grow wildly beyond all restraint, like summer weeds given ample water and nourishment.
Ning Jian Er was no exception. The instant he glimpsed that sliver of hope, his ambition erupted.
And that eruption, as he looked at the Dean again and clearly saw his pale face and the bright red blood at the corner of his lips,
and sensed how the Eight-Armed Heavenly Demon above the firmament continued to hold him in check,
turned violent in the blink of an eye.
Ambition completely consumed his reason!
This opportunity was too rare to miss!
"Kill him!" But he did not act carelessly. Instead, he looked at Ning Yi.
He himself kept his eyes fixed on the Dean. Even with his limbs bound, the Dean was still a fierce tiger. He could not afford carelessness.
Nor could he afford the slightest carelessness in this matter.
One tiny misstep, and everything would be over!
Boom-
Sensing his grandfather's wishes, Ning Yi charged straight toward Ye Qiu without the slightest hesitation.
That day, here in the Alchemy Academy, he had been beaten by a crowd because of Ye Qiu, suffering a shame beyond endurance.
They had even nearly kicked his balls apart!
That hatred, that rage, had been bottled up in his heart for so very long. He could no longer hold it back.
And he was not the only one moving. As he advanced, the Sword Cultivators behind him all sprang into action.
Everyone knew what they were doing now. If they succeeded, they would all be crowned kings! If they failed, they would die without intact corpses!
Who dared be careless?
Either stay out of it, or, once they chose to act, spare nothing!
Under those circumstances, even with the younger generations of the Chen