"Who does Dean Tiansheng want to kill?"
Dean Tai Cang leisurely took a sip of tea and replied without hurry.
"Obviously, Mu Chen, the Heir of the King of Hundred Spirits and your academy's chief disciple."
Tiansheng, whose face had been dark as water, suddenly laughed.
"And the reason?"
"That boy is ruthless and vicious. He killed four of my Holy Spirit Academy's Holy Sons. Isn't that enough?"
"Dean Tiansheng must have forgotten: the Academy Tournament has no rules against killing, and there are no restrictions on methods."
"Besides, in the last Academy Tournament, both of our Northern Heavens squads were wiped out. Our academy didn't say a word about it and accepted our bad luck."
Dean Tai Cang's words carried an implication.
The Holy Spirit Academy had definitely had a hand in the destruction of those two Northern Heavens squads.
"How could my Holy Spirit Academy compare to your Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy?"
Tiansheng's brilliant white hair gleamed as he spoke with a detached expression and an arrogant tone.
"Why shouldn't they compare? Are the Holy Spirit Academy's Holy Sons born nobler than everyone else?"
Tai Cang, who had kept his temper in check until now, was thoroughly enraged by those words.
"Tai Cang, I won't waste my breath arguing with you."
"That boy is cruel by nature, vile in his methods, and guilty of the most heinous crimes."
"Hand Mu Chen over, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
Tiansheng looked down from on high, as though a god passing judgment on mortals.
Just as the Holy Spirit Academy Supreme had once questioned Mu Chen on the Spiritual Road Plane.
"Then I'll make it perfectly clear: there is no chance of that!"
Dean Tai Cang stared at the old rival he had fought for years and spoke