For a moment, the entire scene fell utterly silent.
Everyone knew Wen Mingyuan was defending the dignity of the Cloud Crane Academy.
"Director Wen, are you truly determined to do this?"
Zhao Feng spoke coldly.
"Lord Zhao, I advise you to withdraw. You cannot enter these gates tonight."
"And if I insist?"
"Then try it!" Wen Mingyuan roared. The elders, instructors, and thousand students behind him all stepped forward together.
An invisible tide of noble righteousness swept in all directions. The voices of sages reciting scripture seemed to echo through heaven and earth, deep, solemn, and majestic.
Transparent ripples, invisible to the naked eye, became unseen shackles that pressed down upon the Martial Suppression Guards.
The spectators around them were driven back again and again by that righteous power, their qi and blood surging, their hearts and minds shaken. Everyone thought the Martial Suppression Guards would surely be crushed beneath it, their ranks thrown into utter disarray.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Behind Zhao Feng, over ten thousand Martial Suppression Guards unleashed their power together and took a step forward. Killing intent soared into the sky. These were warriors forged through bloodshed on the battlefield, every one of them at least at the hidden force stage. Their mighty aura of martial slaughter immediately overwhelmed the righteous energy opposite them.
Wen Mingyuan's pupils contracted sharply, horror flooding his heart. He had personally used Word-Conforms-to-Law against Zhao Feng, yet never imagined that this young imperial hound would remain completely unaffected. Either he possessed some extraordinary treasure, or his soul was outrageously powerful.
"Director Wen, do you truly intend to obstruct me?"
Zhao Feng's voice was icy.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Behind him, the Martial Suppression Guards on the ground drew their long sabers and formed battle ranks, their bows and crossbows already readied.