Return to Eastern Victory

Yin Kuang watched and listened to that man's screams coldly, without the slightest hint of pity or reluctance.

This man had to die! Not merely because he had acted tough in front of him, shouting, "Your grandpa here," but also as a firm declaration! If he had anyone to blame, it was himself for having such rotten luck as to run right into Yin Kuang's blade.

Yin Kuang wanted to make it crystal clear to those third-years that he was not some soft persimmon they could knead as they pleased! And Yin Kuang believed that, in the minds of the real leaders among the third-years, so-called pride, temper, and emotions were all hollow things. The core and standard by which they considered matters would always be interests—personal interests, factional interests, and so on. That was why Yin Kuang was not worried about his future safety—this was the true gain of his journey to Holy Light Continent.

Even in the worst-case scenario, Yin Kuang would not mind leaving Eastern Victory.

This was the law of survival at the university!

Only ten days have passed? Good! If another year had gone by, I'd be crying myself to death in speechless despair, Yin Kuang thought.

With a crack, Lian Nishang retracted the Soul-Seizing Whip. That unlucky man's screams came to a complete end. His soul had been refined by Lian Nishang's life-bound treasure, while his hollow body, stripped of its soul, plunged headlong toward the ground. Unless he found some divine treasure like a "Life Crystal," he would never have another chance at resurrection!

Yin Kuang secretly laughed. This means Lian Nishang has been completely branded with my, Yin Kuang's, mark.

Lian Nishang wound the Soul-Seizing Whip around her slender waist and said, "Now you can take me to meet this 'Headmaster' you