"More fools coming to throw their lives away. Perfect—the Demon Emperor still needs some fine sacrifices. With you, the Demon Emperor will surely be satisfied!"
Xue Wuya licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with cruel light.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Blood Shadow, the auras of a perfected Grandmaster and a perfected Master intertwining like two great mountains, crushing everyone until they could barely breathe.
The five academy professors who had rushed over were pale-faced, yet they still gritted their teeth and formed a defensive formation, shielding the heavily wounded Beigong Mo behind them.
At their head, Mo Xuanchen's beard and hair bristled as he roared, "Demonic scum, don't get ahead of yourselves! Even if this old man must stake his life on it today, I will never let your scheme succeed!"
"Stake your lives? What do you have to stake?"
Xue Wuya sneered, his body suddenly transforming into a crimson afterimage, swift beyond measure.
"You're nothing but chickens and dogs made of clay. Die obediently!"
Before his words had even faded, he had already rushed before the formation. His palms, carrying dense blood baleful energy, struck toward Mo Xuanchen on the far left.
Mo Xuanchen hastily raised his saber to block. With a sharp crack, the top-grade earth-rank saber in his hand shattered, and the venomous blood baleful force seeped into his body through the hilt.
"Ah!"
Mo Xuanchen let out a miserable scream. His entire arm blackened and festered at a visible speed, and he was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Old Mo!"
Su Qinglian's eyes nearly split with rage. Just as she was about to charge forward and fight to the death, Xue Wuya casually drove her back with a gust