Kill Dai Huabin

In that dark corner, a figure was pressed tightly against the wall, every muscle in his body rigid with extreme terror.

It was Dai Huabin.

He had followed those family death warriors here, hoping to see Ji Jing crippled or even killed with his own eyes to vent the hatred in his heart.

Yet, he never imagined that what he would witness was a one-sided massacre, as if a god or demon had descended upon the world!

The moment Ji Jing's gaze swept over, Dai Huabin felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast; a bone-chilling cold surged from the soles of his feet to his crown, instantly freezing his blood.

Run!

That was the only thought in his mind.

However, the moment that thought arose, his body proved completely incapable of any reaction.

The next second, a wisp of eerie, pale flame emerged beneath his feet without warning, as if it had grown out of his shadow from thin air.

"No—"

Before Dai Huabin's terrified roar could escape his throat, that seemingly weak Dingsi Nether Yin Spirit Fire suddenly surged, transforming into a pillar of pale flame that shot into the sky, instantly swallowing him whole.

There was no scream, no struggle, not even a hint of a scorched smell.

The flame flashed and vanished, leaving behind only a patch of ground frozen by extreme cold. Dai Huabin, along with every trace of his existence, had completely disappeared from this world.

Having finished all this, Ji Jing, suspended in mid-air, acted as if he had merely crushed an ant.

The brilliant golden holy fire and the eerie pale spirit fire on his body slowly retracted into him, and the deep, black-hole-like great soul ring behind him dissipated into nothingness.

The night sky returned to its original silence and darkness.

Ji Jing's figure descended slowly from the air, his feet touching the solid ground lightly, the entire process soundless.

He did not glance at the scene of the battle again, turning to walk toward Shrek Academy with a steady pace and an indifferent expression, as if the earth-shattering battle from moments ago had nothing to do with him.

He hadn't gone far when a figure hurried over from the front; it was Wang Dong, who had returned.

Seeing that Ji Jing was unharmed, Wang Dong clearly breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward, her azure eyes filled with a trace of worry and curiosity:

"Just now... what exactly happened? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine,"

Ji Jing's reply was as concise as ever, "Just some trash that didn't know their place."

Wang Dong looked at his calm demeanor, then recalled the terrifying, world-destroying scene from earlier, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

She could feel that the Ji Jing before her seemed to be hiding secrets far beyond her imagination.

"Let's go, back we go."

Ji Jing offered no further explanation and took the lead.

"Oh... right."

Wang Dong paused for a moment before hurriedly following.

Inside a spacious dormitory, a sturdy young man with brilliant golden hair and evil, dual-colored eyes was enjoying his leisure time.

He was the eldest son of the Duke of White Tiger and a genius student of the inner courtyard, Dai Yaoheng.

"Bang!"

The door was violently pushed open by a great force, and a burly figure reeking of strong alcohol barged in; it was Xuan Zi.

"Elder Xuan?"

Dai Yaoheng was startled and quickly bowed in salute, "Why are you here?"

Xuan Zi ignored his etiquette, his murky eyes staring fixedly at him, the pressure contained in that gaze making Dai Yaoheng almost unable to breathe.

"Your brother is dead."

Xuan Zi said, getting straight to the point.

"What?!"

Dai Yaoheng was struck as if by lightning. He jerked his head up, his eyes instantly turning blood-red, and violent soul power erupted from his body uncontrollably, "Who?! Who did it! I will tear him into ten thousand pieces!"

"Shut up!"

Xuan Zi let out a roar, the sound exploding like thunder beside Dai Yaoheng's ears.

An invisible, terrifying pressure descended instantly, forcing Dai Yaoheng's rampaging soul power back into his body and pinning him firmly to the spot, unable to move.

"Listen, kid."

Xuan Zi's voice was bone-chillingly cold, devoid of any emotion, "The cause of your brother's death was his foolish decision to send a few death warriors to assassinate a freshman of the outer courtyard."

This sentence was like a basin of ice water dumped over Dai Yueheng's head, instantly turning his rage into shock and disbelief:

"What? This... this is impossible! How could he dare... the family knew nothing about this!"

"Of course we know your family was unaware," Xuan Zi let out a cold snort, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery, "Otherwise, do you think I would be the only one standing here talking to you right now? The elders of the Sea God Pavilion would have already paid a visit to your home!"

Dai Yueheng's face turned deathly pale in an instant, cold sweat trickling down his back.

He understood that Dai Huabin mobilizing forces on his own to assassinate Shrek Academy students had severely violated the academy's bottom line; logically speaking, the Duke of White Tiger mansion had no ground to stand on.

"But... but his crime doesn't warrant death!" Dai Yueheng argued, unwilling to give up.

"Doesn't warrant death?" Xuan Zi acted as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world, "He who kills shall be killed. If he lacked the ability and got caught, he deserved to die."

Dai Yueheng was left completely speechless.

Xuan Zi stepped closer, almost pressing against his face, and said word by word: "A piece of advice for you, and also an order from the Sea God Pavilion. From now on, you are grounded. This matter ends here."

Having said that, Xuan Zi turned and left, leaving Dai Yueheng frozen in place, his eyes filled with an irrepressible sense of powerlessness.

Inside the study of the Duke of White Tiger mansion, the atmosphere was as oppressive as an ice cellar.

Having just finished his military duties and returned to the mansion covered in dust, the Duke of White Tiger, Dai Hao, hadn't even had the chance to remove his armor before receiving intelligence from Shrek City.

The intelligence came in two parts: one official, and one through secret channels.

Looking at the notice sent officially by Shrek Academy on the table, Dai Hao's face turned livid, his fingers gripping the letter turning white from excessive force.

The content of the notice was simple:

His son, Dai Huabin, had gathered desperadoes to assassinate students of this academy, triggering a conflict, and had unfortunately died.

The evidence was conclusive, and the facts were clear. Regarding this matter, Shrek Academy reserved the right to further pursue the Duke of White Tiger mansion for its failure to exercise proper discipline.

"Rebellious son!" Dai Hao slammed his palm down, shattering the rosewood table in front of him, his chest heaving violently.

He was not angry at Shrek Academy, but at his own foolish, arrogant, and reckless son!

How could he dare?!

How could he dare to commit such a suicidal act in Shrek City, right under the nose of Shrek Academy!

Beside him, the Duchess was already a tearful mess, slumped on the floor, repeating over and over: "Bin'er... my Bin'er..."

"Cry! What are you crying for!" Dai Hao looked at her, the anger and grief in his heart intertwining into a suppressed roar, "It was your indulgence that allowed him to develop such a lawless temperament! Now look, he's lost his life!"

Although he was cursing, his tiger-like eyes were also rimmed with painful red veins.

After all, that was his own flesh and blood!