Bibi Dong

The man in the black robe kept walking forward.

With every step he took, a patch of grass beneath his feet withered away.

Black mist churned behind him, and the wails of countless wronged souls could faintly be heard within it.

Everyone at the construction site stopped working.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's palm was drenched in sweat as he gripped his hammer.

He knew this aura all too well.

Death.

Pure death.

It was more terrifying than any mountain of corpses or sea of blood he had ever seen on the battlefield.

It was even more suffocating than that Six-Winged Angel from before.

Tang San stood rigidly, still carrying his bucket of manure.

This was... a first-class Deity of the God Realm, the God of Death?

The man finally stopped.

He raised his head, revealing a face so pale it held not a trace of blood.

Mortals.

Why do you not kneel before me?

His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to explode directly inside everyone's minds.

Several students with low soul power rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot.

Kamizuki Yu remained where he was.

Tilting his head, he looked the showy fellow up and down.

A little skinny.

Didn't look very strong.

Still, that black robe looked pretty resistant to dirt.

Kamizuki Yu turned to Huo Yuhao in the distance.

Yuhao!

Huo Yuhao still held a spatula in his hand as he poked his head out with a blank look.

Huh?

Kamizuki Yu pointed at the man in black.

Is the sewer by the toilets clogged?

Huo Yuhao nodded instinctively.

Y-Yes, it is. Dai Huabin spent ages trying to clear it earlier, but he couldn't unclog it.

Kamizuki Yu snapped his fingers.

All right.

The professional's here.

This guy's covered in black mist. One look tells you