"Se... Second Senior Sister?!"
Luo Tianyang's entire body shook violently.
Watching the dean go mad, he felt as though he himself was about to lose his mind.
No wonder the dean knew so little about that kid, yet trusted him so much.
So this was the reason.
That kid had actually been sent here by the legendary second person of Endless Mountain.
Thinking about their dean's obsession with that second person.
Fuck me!
This world was too insane!
So that kid was not the dean's illegitimate son after all—he was that second person's illegitimate son.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
I can't think about this anymore. Absolutely cannot.
I have to forget it as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if I accidentally let slip even a word or two someday, even if I died, that person would probably dig me out of my grave and whip my corpse, right?
This was fucking terrifying!
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The rumbling on the ground lasted for only seven strikes.
Though the intervals between each were not long, they were not especially short either.
Just those seven palm strikes had actually taken two full breaths.
In a fast-paced battle, that was enough time for an enemy to counterattack countless times.
Yet as long as Wu Shuang's Frost Condensation Cold Dance struck an opponent, its icy palm force would freeze their ability to move.
It did not need to freeze them too severely.
Her following attacks would still be difficult to evade, let alone counter.
Only after all seven palm strikes had landed did she finally vent the anger in her heart.
But immediately afterward, she regretted it.
That kid might be detestable, but he was still her classmate.
If she really beat that classmate to death over such a minor dispute of pride, how was she supposed