"This little one has such tenacious willpower!" Woman surnamed Hu murmured softly, her tone carrying a hint of amazement.
She had cultivated for many years and seen countless cultivators, yet she rarely encountered a mortal child with such resilience.
Her voice was not loud, but in the silent mountain forest, it clearly reached Instructor Song's ears, making the anger on his face deepen.
Praise for the child sounded even more grating to him, like a mockery aimed directly at him.
"Hm? Courting death!"
With a low shout, the aura of an Out of Body stage powerhouse abruptly spread like a raging gale.
In an instant.
Wild winds howled through the forest, sending fallen leaves swirling through the air.
The children gathered nearby were caught in that aura and fell in a heap. Pain filled their faces, and some even burst into tears.
Only because Instructor Song knew he was currently within the academy did he refrain from fully releasing his aura.
Otherwise, not one of these mortals would have had any hope of surviving.
At the center of it all, the thin yet stubborn child bore the most direct and crushing pressure.
The sounds of bones cracking grew denser, while blood streamed from his seven orifices.
Though his will was strong, before such absolute power, he was ultimately powerless to turn the tide.
Just as the child could no longer hold on and was about to lose consciousness.
A gentle breeze quietly passed through the forest.
The breeze brushed across their faces, utterly imperceptible amid the violent winds filling the area.
Of course, that applied only to low-level cultivators and mortals.
Instructor Song and Woman surnamed Hu both had slight changes in expression. Both were cultivators of considerable cultivation, and naturally were extremely sensitive to changes in the surrounding aura.