"Insolence!"
After being mocked by them, the great cultivator felt the rage in his heart becoming impossible to suppress.
A howling gale charged straight at Bai Youlou before him. The immense spiritual pressure instantly shattered the special armor he wore, and amid flashing light, a figure was blasted backward.
Hmm?
Seeing that this strike had failed to kill Bai Youlou on the spot, the great cultivator was immediately perplexed.
Though this had merely been a casual blow, the enormous chasm of two major realms between them should have left no chance of survival under normal circumstances.
Yet this brat before him had somehow survived.
Still, it did not matter. Since he had already acted, he need only secretly add another strike without concern. Afterward, he could simply dismiss it as an accident. Blades and swords had no eyes on a battlefield, after all. He had rushed over to save his own son and, in his haste, failed to control his strength—was that not perfectly normal?
"Cough, cough."
Bai Youlou felt as though every inch of his body were about to shatter from the pain.
The enormous spiritual power had directly struck his internal organs, swallowing up and burning away even the spiritual power within him.
Under such circumstances, an ordinary cultivator would likely have died several times over already.
It was fortunate that Senior An had given him this treasure armor.
Bai Youlou looked at the strange armor on his body, neither metal nor jade, with a trace of relief in his eyes.
He just did not know how such armor had been forged...
As he pondered, blade shadows flickered around him. Fellow students from the academy nearby hurried forward, taking special spirit medicine stored within their armor and placing it in his mouth to help him swallow it.
**"Stay