"Now, we can only trust Mentor Zhou," Ye Bufan said softly.
Lin Letian nodded, his body trembling slightly. No matter how worried he was now, he could only trust that Zhou Qingran had her own way of resolving this crisis.
The vice-dean's head silently returned to its place. His eyes turned utterly cold. Before coming here, he had never imagined that Zhou Qingran would dare attack him—and not only that, she had successfully severed his head.
Beyond his shock at Zhou Qingran's strength, what he felt more was rage. A towering fury roared within his heart!
"Zhou Qingran, do you know what you are doing? Do you know what consequences today's actions will bring you?" The vice-dean took a deep breath and, after struggling to calm himself, spoke slowly.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Zhou Qingran glanced over indifferently, staring at the vice-dean. A dangerous chill lingered in her calm eyes. The Ice Blue Longsword in her hand dripped with blood, a ghastly sight, wrapped in astonishing Killing Intent.
Under that gaze, even though the vice-dean was already on guard, his body involuntarily tensed. He felt an invisible, terrifying pressure!
His face darkened as he secretly gritted his teeth. Looking at Jiang Feng, the elderly man in lavish robes, and the others who had been chopped into pieces, he said in the calmest tone he could manage, "Calm down. If there is something to discuss, let us sit down and talk it out properly."
Upon hearing this, the academy disciples watching from afar were shocked again, their expressions changing uncontrollably. Even they could understand what those words meant—the vice-dean was yielding!
Faced with the unfathomable Zhou Qingran, he did not intend to clash head-on!
Yet upon hearing this, a cold, beautiful smile curved Zhou Qingran's lips. Looking