Bang!
Clang! Clang!
Boom!
Dense, heavy impacts sounded from the other side of the wall, rising and falling.
It felt as though someone was being swung around by the ankles and smashed everywhere, making everyone's hearts tremble and their legs go weak.
The young hunters who had been driven out of Ziwei Palace in advance stared at the crooked wooden door still stubbornly wedged in its frame.
They exchanged looks, their feelings complicated.
"Doesn't it sound like Sister Yu is using Brother Scum as a hammer?" Lin Guo tightened his hunting robe and glanced nervously around. The wind tonight felt bitingly cold. "I thought she'd smash him with her spellbook."
No one responded.
Clearly, the others felt much the same way.
"He deserved it!"
Zhang Yudou—Zhang Jixin's cousin aunt, now already a seasoned fourth-year student—gave a succinct assessment, looking very much as though she shared Captain Jiang's hatred of the enemy. "That's exactly how scumbags should be treated!"
Zhang Jixin opened his mouth, seemingly intending to remind his cousin aunt that she ought to show a legend sufficient respect.
But after thinking it over, he wisely remained silent.
In contrast.
Xing Fatty, who had originally planned to enjoy the show, was starting to have trouble standing still. He cast an uneasy glance at Youzui's diviner and spoke in a very low voice. "That's enough... no one's going to get killed, right?"
"Heh! The Jiang family might even be hoping someone gets killed sooner," Dylan snickered maliciously.
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and rubbed his boots against the ground, feeling the faint tremors beneath his feet.
He shook his head slightly. "Anyway, Brother Scum's the one getting beaten, so it's not a big problem... Have you forgotten how tough his skin was two years ago? The only thing we need to