What kind of person was their Heir?
He'd been born with nerves of steel. Even with blades at his throat, he wouldn't flinch.
Much less when thousands were watching. Much less over mere "slander."
Under the countless gazes, Mu Chen spoke without hurry. "Too small."
Wu Yingying stopped in her tracks and instinctively asked, "What's too small?"
The imposing young woman lowered her head and glanced at her chest. Her voice inexplicably weakened. This bastard... So he really had peeked that day.
"The way you think is too small."
Mu Chen's gaze was deep, his expression solemn as he spoke softly.
The tens of thousands watching: "..."
The men had listened with rapt attention for ages. They were sure they'd never paid this much attention in class back at the Spirit Academy. They'd been waiting for some explosive gossip.
And this was it? This?!
The exquisite young woman in the bright red dress stared at him, momentarily stunned.
As relief welled up inside her, a far greater anger rose alongside it.
This lecher had dared to toy with her in public!
"Mu Chen, go die!"
The Wu Clan's prized daughter swung the gigantic Crescent Moon Blade in her hands, carving out a terrifying arc. A blood-red, razor-sharp blade aura burst forth, unmatched in its domineering force.
Naturally, the strike didn't come anywhere near the Northern Heavens Demon King.
But the crimson blade aura, so sharp it seemed capable of cleaving anything, split apart an unnamed mountain below like rotten wood. A jagged ravine, at least several thousand zhang long, scarred the mountainside.
"What terrifying strength..."
Many Spirit Academy elites who witnessed the scene tensed up.
Though the youngest of Wu Ling Academy's Twin Stars was not as strong as her elder brother Wu Ling, she was on par with Great