On July 21, every Grandmaster who had received a reply arrived at Magic Martial University. After obtaining the corpses of Rank Nine demonic beasts, the university's ten Grandmasters all went into seclusion to forge divine weapons. For a time, the South District Sea Area was packed to the brim—throw down a brick, and it might hit a Grandmaster.
Fang Ping also felt the pressure. Nearly a thousand instructors, over four thousand students!
There were also more than a hundred Grandmasters, and although the more than twenty thousand people dispatched by the military were not under his command, they were still on his side.
Friends, classmates, teachers—
It would be a lie to say he felt no pressure. He did not want to see anyone die, but that was something that could not be avoided.
Atop the School History Museum, Fang Ping had gradually come to like this place. The view was broad, and he could see everything at a glance. Looking at a young girl below preparing for battle, he said, "Big Lion, are you sure you want to let Tang Wen go down there? This won't be an ordinary battle. It'll be a war that stretches across the heavens."
Tang Feng no longer minded Fang Ping calling him Big Lion. After all, he could not beat this little bastard anymore. Looking at Tang Wen below, he said calmly, "She isn't Rank One."
"You know that's not what I mean. You're going into battle, and your daughter has that privilege—"
"That won't be necessary." Tang Feng looked at his daughter, who was still actively preparing for battle, and smiled. "Whether or not Wenwen is my daughter, she is a Rank Three martial artist. Then she should go into the Abyss and fight. Over the past year, because Lu Hao and