Zhang Lexuan's Change

Zhang Lexuan walked slowly into the field, her face expressionless. She fixed her gaze on Zhao Wuji and said coldly, "Say that again."

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. Cold sweat ran down his spine, soaking the back of his robe.

An eight-ring Soul Douluo—and her eighth ring was a red hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring! Even Zhao Wuji, a man who feared little, trembled under that pressure. He dared not act up.

He no longer dared to talk tough. Hurrying to put on a smile, he said, "M-my lady! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding... I was just... joking."

Flender rushed forward to smooth things over, forcing a smile. "Yes, exactly! We only came to exchange ideas and spar with Skyward Academy." Inwardly, he cursed his luck. What kind of mess is this? We stepped out the door and kicked a steel wall!

"Spar?"

Zhang Lexuan gave a cold laugh, and her aura erupted.

The phantom Silver Moon behind her swelled. Cool moonlight poured down, shrouding the entire academy in a silver glow.

"You're Spirit Saints, yet you take out your temper on innocent children during a spar? What kind of skill is that?"

Mental pressure descended with the moonlight. Flender, Zhao Wuji, and their companions turned deathly pale. Their spirit power felt frozen, sluggish even when they tried to circulate it. Staying on their feet took everything they had.

"My lady! We were wrong!" Flender gritted his teeth and begged for mercy, bowing low. "Punish us however you wish! We won't object!"

Zhang Lexuan took a deep breath and slowly withdrew the pressure. "One thousand Gold Soul Coins, and apologize to the children. Otherwise—"

She left the rest unsaid, but the threat was unmistakable.

Flender's heart ached at the thought. Apologizing was nothing, but a thousand Gold Soul Coins? That