"Nothing more than second or third grade of Yuan Force, yet you dared strut arrogantly before this Xiao! Setting aside whether you feared disgracing your Confucian cultivator's face, weren't you afraid of spraining your own tongue?" Xiao Hua's cold mockery reached Professor Dong's ears, making Professor Hu draw another sharp breath and stare at Xiao Hua in disbelief.
Indeed, how could Professor Hu not know Professor Dong's strength? He was a famed fierce man of the Imperial Academy, and with his formidable tiger pet, ordinary Confucian cultivators found him difficult to handle. Yet such a fierce man had been defeated by Xiao Hua in a single exchange! Did that not mean Xiao Hua possessed the strength of fourth or fifth grade Yuan Force? But in the turn of a thought, Professor Dong came to some understanding. Xiao Hua wielded a heavy staff with immense strength and followed the path of body cultivation; he truly was the nemesis of martial cultivators like Professor Dong. Especially Xiao Hua's footwork and movements when he killed the starving tiger—they were clearly an exquisite martial art. Yet Professor Dong's methods did not end there, so why had he been left without any follow-up after one strike? That baffled Professor Hu.
"Move aside. This Xiao cannot be bothered with jackals who help the tiger wreak havoc! This Xiao still needs to enter the academy and find the true culprit." Xiao Hua waved his hand, and the heavenly horse moved all four hooves again, following behind him. "That was merely a warning just now. If you still refuse to cherish yourselves, then next time, it will not be your spirit pets that die! This Xiao does not mind staining his hands with blood—using your blood to honor my Daoist sect disciples, using your lives to let Master