Brilliant Star Power light illuminated the entire training ground.
After a long while, the Star Power subsided, and two figures appeared before everyone.
One had his own longsword piercing through his lower abdomen and rupturing his dantian, his immense Star Power rapidly draining away.
The other was covered in wounds and blood, left with only one arm as he lay in a pool of blood.
"Thank you. I will keep my promise." Mu Jinhong cupped his hands.
"You're welcome." Jiang Changkong turned and walked toward Yu Beilin.
"Vice Principal, you're thanking him?"
The young man at the initial Star Gate stage had a savage expression. The way he looked at Jiang Changkong, he seemed to want to devour him alive.
All the slots had been taken from them. He had no hope left.
Chu Tianyun had been crippled, Jin Feng severely injured, his life or death unknown. This was simply the greatest humiliation.
And after all that, he was still thanking him?
"Shut up. Take them away for treatment."
Mu Jinhong barked out an order, then cupped his hands and said, "Four principals, please rest for now. I will have someone prepare lunch, and afterward we can discuss the allocation of resources."
Others might not have been able to tell, but how could he, a Star Treasury-level martial artist, fail to see it?
Jiang Changkong had held back. Otherwise, that slash would definitely have killed them both.
One had been crippled, but at least the other was still alive. He had already left them a sliver of mercy.
As for the crippled Chu Tianyun, Mu Jinhong understood in an instant.
Jiang Changkong still had plans for him. He intended to use the Martial Arts Association slot and Chu Tianyun to provoke Chu Yunhe.
With his own brother crippled, surely he