Behind the wall of Courtyard No. 2, Xiao Yan stood frozen.
He had sneaked out.
Yao Lao had told him not to leave. He had agreed on the surface, but he simply could not restrain himself.
Han Feng, the traitorous disciple who had betrayed his master and driven Yao Lao's physical body to death, was in the academy. Even if he could not defeat him, Xiao Yan wanted to see that man's fate with his own eyes.
So he climbed over the wall and crept along the shadows of the buildings until he reached the vicinity of Plaza No. 2.
Then he saw what had just happened.
One strike! Just one strike!
Han Feng's Sea Heart Flame barrier had not even lasted a single breath.
Han Feng was a Peak Dou Emperor, yet before Lu Heng, he had been slain in a single strike.
And Xiao Yan knew Lu Heng. More than three years ago, at the Xiao Family Coming-of-Age Ceremony, Lu Heng had only been a Dou Wang. Yet now, he had actually reached the realm of Dou Zong.
Only three years had passed!
He clearly looked about the same age as Xiao Yan, yet he had already reached such heights.
"Teacher, this..." Xiao Yan's voice was somewhat hoarse.
The ring remained silent for quite a while.
"I saw it." Yao Chen's voice carried an undisguised complexity.
"Han Feng... is dead."
"He just died like that?" Xiao Yan found it unreal. "Killed in one strike!"
"Yes."
Yao Chen's tone was impossible to read, whether it was relief or melancholy.
"And Xiao Yan, did you notice?"
"Notice what?"
"Lu Heng has Heavenly Flames in his hand. And more than one."
Xiao Yan's breathing caught.
Of course he had noticed.
When that palm strike came down, the flames in Lu Heng's