What was his status?
Xue Beng sized Jiang Che up carefully again. Their eyes met, and he confirmed that this was someone he could afford to provoke.
"Today, I'll make you understand exactly what happens when you anger me!"
The instant after Xue Beng shouted, soul power lit up in a multitude of colors.
For a moment, all sorts of beast martial souls possessed their wielders, while battle soul masters with tool martial souls conjured their weapons in their hands.
More than twenty soul rings rose in unison from beneath their feet, their halos intertwining.
The commotion drew the attention of quite a few academy students passing by.
"What's going on?" a short female student asked, stopping to watch curiously.
"What else could it be? His Highness is making trouble again." The male student beside her sounded helpless. He instinctively drew her a little behind him. "People of our standing had better not join the excitement. Watch out, or you'll draw the fire onto yourself."
"Who's that blue-haired guy?" another person asked in a lowered voice. "He's made His Highness this furious... tsk, I doubt he'll live."
"I hope nothing happens," muttered a young man who had often been bullied by Xue Beng. His companion immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes saying plainly, If you want to die, don't drag me along.
"Who is he? Could His Highness dislike him because he's too handsome?" a tall female student asked with a frown.
"Who cares? Just stay away from Xue Beng. He's annoying as hell." The round-faced girl beside her rolled her eyes.
These noble scions, born into privilege and blessed with considerable talent, had never had much of a pleasant face for Xue Beng.
Within the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, only Xue Qinghe could command their genuine