Can We Still Reconcile Now?

When Tang Wulin and Xie Xie arrived at the entrance of East Sea Academy, they finally saw what was happening at the gates.

The entrance to East Sea Academy had been surrounded by about two hundred burly men.

The number two hundred might not sound like much.

But in reality, it was quite imposing to behold.

They held various weapons in their hands, and some even carried offensive soul devices.

It was no longer ten thousand years ago.

With the development of soul technology, offensive soul devices that could be used without soul power had long since been developed.

This had greatly narrowed the gap between ordinary people and low-level soul masters.

This grand spectacle caused many passersby to detour, not daring to linger for even a moment, fearing they might invite trouble upon themselves.

At the front of the group, several men were carrying a stretcher.

On the stretcher lay a figure wrapped in bandages from head to toe, barely recognizable as human.

The leader at the head of the group was a rugged-looking man.

Tang Wulin recognized at a glance that this man bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the man named Guang Long, whom he and Xie Xie had encountered at the beef shop earlier.

There was certainly a blood relation between the two.

As for the East Sea Academy side.

The academy's senior management had clearly noticed what was happening outside the main gate.

Dean of Students Long Hengxu walked out of the academy with a dozen or so teachers.

He glared at the burly man in the lead with eyes full of rage.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Are you trying to run wild at my East Sea Academy?"

Long Hengxu was incredibly furious.

Although East Sea Academy was far inferior to top-tier soul master academies like Shrek Academy or the Sun Moon Federation Academy.

It was, after all, the only intermediate soul master academy in East Sea City.

Its status in East Sea City was extraordinary.

When had they ever been blocked at their own doorstep like this?

Was this not clearly an attempt to trample the face of East Sea Academy into the dirt?

However...

Facing Long Hengxu's glare, the burly man in the lead wore a look of utter disdain.

He curled his lip, his bald head gleaming under the sunlight.

"Spare me that act."

"I am Guang Biao, and I've come today to demand justice."

He pointed a finger at the man on the stretcher.

"This is my younger brother. He was beaten into this state by a student from your academy. You owe me an explanation, don't you?"

Guang Biao?

Upon hearing the man's name, Long Hengxu's pupils constricted sharply.

He was no stranger to this name.

He instantly recalled the man's identity.

The captain of the East Sea City Mecha Brigade.

A man who had started from nothing and climbed to his current position.

He was considered a legend in East Sea City.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of his position as captain of the Mecha Brigade, even the City Lord of East Sea City found it difficult to command the man before him.

Beyond that.

He was a genuine Soul Emperor!

Yet, East Sea Academy only had one Soul Emperor, Wu Zhangkong.

Therefore, after realizing Guang Biao's identity, Long Hengxu had no intention of clashing head-on with him.

The best outcome would be to turn a major issue into a minor one and resolve it quietly.

Thus, he forced a smile:

"Captain Guang Biao, could there be some misunderstanding here?"

"Why don't we sit down and talk this over properly? How about we turn hostility into friendship?"

"Not interested." Guang Biao did not give Long Hengxu any face at all, coldly rejecting his proposal immediately.

He narrowed his eyes, his attitude incredibly overbearing:

"Your academy's students beat my younger brother; that is the fact."

"Regardless of the reason, as his older brother, I must stand up for him!"

"Either you hand them over, or I will take my men in and drag them out!"

Guang Biao let out a cold snort.

The powerful soul power made Long Hengxu's face turn slightly pale.

He truly had not expected Guang Biao to act with such tyranny.

"Are you really going to make an enemy of East Sea Academy?"

"And what if I am?"

Guang Biao dismissed him with disdain.

As someone who had started from nothing to reach his current position, he was an absolutely ruthless character.

How could he be intimidated by a mere threat from Long Hengxu?

The atmosphere instantly became tense and ready to snap.

Long Hengxu found himself in a difficult position.

He knew clearly that with his raw strength, he certainly could not stop Guang Biao and his subordinates.

But as the Dean of East Sea Academy, he could not simply back down.

For a moment, he could neither advance nor retreat.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Dean Long!"

Seeing the situation, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie subconsciously stepped forward.

They did not want their own affairs to cause trouble for innocent people.

Guang Biao immediately noticed the two children, who looked exactly like the ones he had seen in the photos.

Seeing the two who had beaten his brother into such a state, Guang Biao's eyes narrowed.

Killing intent leaked from his gaze.

Seeing Tang Wulin and his companion step out voluntarily, Long Hengxu's face turned pale.

As expected.

The next moment, Guang Biao moved directly toward Tang Wulin and the other boy.

"You two hurt my brother, so you must pay the price!"

Long Hengxu gritted his teeth and released his martial soul, attempting to stop Guang Biao.

However, the gap in strength between the two was simply too vast.

After a muffled groan, Long Hengxu was sent crashing heavily to the side.

He could only watch helplessly as Guang Biao reached toward Tang Wulin and Xie Xie.

His heart sank, filled with despair.

He finally understood.

This madman Guang Biao did not care at all that Tang Wulin and his friend were just children.

If they fell into his hands, even if they managed to keep their lives, they would likely be crippled.

Just as Long Hengxu closed his eyes, unable to bear watching the cruelty that was about to unfold, a calm, slightly lazy voice rang out as if from the horizon.

"I say..."

"Has the order in East Sea City really deteriorated to this extent?"

The voice was heard, but the person remained unseen.

Yet, Guang Biao's movements came to an abrupt halt.

His entire body seemed to have been frozen in place.

The next moment, a cold snort echoed.

Guang Biao was struck as if by lightning, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

He let out a muffled grunt and stumbled backward.

Clutching his chest with one hand, he looked toward the direction of the voice with disbelief.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing this voice, the heart that Long Hengxu had been holding in his throat finally settled.

That person had arrived.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie felt a surge of joy in their hearts.

They hurriedly turned their heads to look behind them, calling out in pleasant surprise:

"Teacher Leng!"

Under the gaze of everyone present, Leng Hanyuan walked over slowly, dressed in a black robe with his hands tucked into his pockets.

His pure white eyes were devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He carried an unsettling air of arrogance and confidence.

He made no superfluous movements.

Yet, at this moment, it was as if the world had lost its color.

Only this slender figure remained as the absolute protagonist.

Not far away, Wu Zhangkong, who had just been preparing to intervene, silently lowered his hand upon seeing this scene.

He knew that since this person had stepped in, there was no need for him to act.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

For a mere captain of the East Sea City Mecha Brigade to draw this person out, it really was...

Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Guang Biao clutched his chest, feeling the chaotic soul power within his body, and the fear in his eyes as he looked at Leng Hanyuan was undisguised.

"Who exactly are you?"

He had completely lost his previous arrogance and domineering manner.

His wariness was written all over his face.

The move Leng Hanyuan had just made was simply too terrifying.

He didn't even know how Leng Hanyuan had attacked.

He had only felt an irresistible, immense force strike him.

It was as if he had been slammed into by a soul-guided train.

He had been completely powerless to resist.

Don't let his current state fool you; he seemed fine on the surface.

He hadn't sustained any particularly obvious injuries.

But in reality, the soul power inside him was in total disarray.

His internal organs were faintly ruptured.

With just that one strike.

Just that invisible, intangible cold snort had left him in such a wretched state!

This was the first time Guang Biao had felt such a sense of powerlessness, as if facing a pitch-black abyss.

How could a tiny place like East Sea Academy harbor a person of this caliber?

Wait!

Guang Biao suddenly remembered something.

He recalled the recent information regarding that one person at East Sea Academy.

His already pale face now drained of all color, matching the shade of Leng Hanyuan's eyes.

It couldn't be, could it?

As this guess surfaced in his mind, Guang Biao's body began to tremble violently.

Especially when he looked at Leng Hanyuan's characteristic pure white eyes, just as the rumors described, and recalled the absolute strength displayed moments ago.

The ominous premonition in his heart grew even stronger.

However, Leng Hanyuan's next words struck like a giant hammer, completely shattering the last shred of hope in his heart.

"Leng Hanyuan, a small, part-time teacher at East Sea Academy."

His calm voice rang in the ears of everyone present.

"Of course..."

"You may also call me the Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda."

Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda, Leng Hanyuan!

This incredibly plain sentence completely crushed Guang Biao's psychological defenses.

The worst-case scenario had come to pass.

The young man who had emerged was truly the one currently the talk of East Sea Academy, the figure stirring up the entire continent, a personage on the same level as the head of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda—the Grand Elder of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda!

This was no longer a simple matter of kicking an iron plate.

It was kicking a titanium alloy slab!

Under normal circumstances, someone like Guang Biao wouldn't even have the qualifications to meet such a figure!

If he were the least bit careless, it wouldn't just be a matter of a swollen foot.

Losing a leg would likely be a fortunate outcome beyond his wildest expectations.

Guang Biao forced a smile onto his lips, his menacing bald head now appearing somewhat comical:

"Um, is it..."

"Still possible to reconcile?"