The Dean, a Soul Grandmaster?

It was a golden token. The two large characters for "Pope" were written on the back, while the front bore a carving of Spirit Hall's inherited Martial Soul, the Six-Winged Angel, wearing a golden crown. Even as a mere carving, its imposing presence was enough to shock anyone who saw it.

The commoners didn't know what the token was, but the older members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan recognized it! Every one of them was stunned. That was the Pope Token! It represented the Pope of Spirit Hall's personal presence.

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

The Holy Academy employees standing at the entrance and conducting the tests dropped to their knees one after another when they saw the token in Wang Feng's hand, calling out in greeting.

The sight shocked everyone, and those who hadn't known suddenly realized why the child standing on the stone statue had dared to say what he had.

Holding Spirit Hall's Pope Token was no different from the Pope of Spirit Hall coming in person. Who dared disobey his words? Who dared oppose Spirit Hall?

"Rise!" Wang Feng said, glancing at the kneeling people.

"Thank you, Your Holiness." They didn't know Wang Feng's identity, so that was all they could call him.

Wang Feng looked at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members with a beaming smile. "You can try me and see whether I dare kill again."

"You!"

"Damn it, he's actually from Spirit Hall."

"But who is he? Why does he have Spirit Hall's Pope Token?"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members fell silent at once. There was nothing they could do; the Pope Token was too intimidating. They could disregard Spirit Hall's inconsequential elders, but anyone who dared disrespect the Pope Token was courting death!

"Uncle Yue, Uncle Gui, sorry to trouble you both. Guard this spot. If anyone dares cut in line and cause trouble, kill them on the spot. There's no need to ask why," Wang Feng suddenly said coldly.

"Yes."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei cupped their fists and bowed to Wang Feng, elevating his status even further in everyone's eyes.

At the same time, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members also realized who Yue Guan and Gui Mei were, having guessed from the way Wang Feng addressed them.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo! It's actually them."

"Who on earth is this boy, for even these two Titled Douluo to treat him this way?"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members nearly went mad. Yue Guan and Gui Mei's identities being revealed meant that the token in Wang Feng's hand was genuine. Although this was the Holy Academy, and who would dare forge a Pope Token, they had still harbored some doubts. Now, no one doubted it.

"Who's causing trouble at the Holy Academy?"

A voice suddenly rang out from inside the Holy Academy.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a group approaching in an imposing manner. At their head was a middle-aged man, accompanied by several people in Heaven Dou Empire military uniforms and quite a few children wearing Holy Academy student uniforms.

The group of more than twenty soon reached the entrance. The middle-aged man at the front looked up at Wang Feng, who had already put the Pope Token away, so he hadn't seen it in Wang Feng's hand.

"Are you the one causing trouble?" the middle-aged man shouted at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng frowned, and his temper flared at once. "Which eye of yours saw me causing trouble?"

Just then, a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member's eyes suddenly lit up. He said to the middle-aged man, "Dean, this boy is the one causing trouble! He openly killed a member of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in broad daylight, right in front of everyone. You must seek justice for our clan!"

"What?!"

The middle-aged man was startled. He hurried over and soon saw the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Soul Elder, who no longer had any life in him.

The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly. The next moment, he glared at Wang Feng and shouted coldly, "Bastard! How dare you commit murder in front of the Holy Academy? Seize him!"

"Yes!"

The Heaven Dou Empire soldiers who had followed him out immediately moved, looking toward Wang Feng. But just then, Yue Guan let out a cold laugh and released his powerful presence. "Let's see who dares lay a hand on him."

The atmosphere instantly turned icy. A Titled Douluo's presence was no ordinary thing. The strongest person there was only a Soul King at level fifty-something, and all of them were shocked by the Titled Douluo's presence.

The Heaven Dou Empire soldiers in particular could barely keep hold of their halberds.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo!"

The middle-aged man recognized Yue Guan, but instead of showing the same shock as the others, he frowned and asked coldly, "Is he one of your Spirit Hall's people?"

"Yes."

"Hmph! So what if he's from Spirit Hall? I'm the dean of the Holy Academy. Since someone dares commit murder here, I must defend the honor of my Holy Academy, no matter who he is."

"Hahahaha! What a fine Holy Academy dean." Wang Feng suddenly burst out laughing. No wonder this man dared act so arrogantly. As it turned out, he was the dean of the Holy Academy, a Soul Grandmaster who hadn't even reached level thirty.

Wang Feng was utterly shocked. He wanted nothing more than to rush into the carriage and ask his teacher which blind fool had chosen this dean. Were they playing games here?!

The dean looked coldly at Wang Feng. Just then, an employee came over and whispered to him, "Dean, this boy has the Pope Token."

"The Pope Token!" The dean frowned deeply at the news, but quickly continued, "Even if he's Bibi Dong's son, he has to pay the price for killing someone. Otherwise, I might as well stop being dean!"

"Then resign!" Wang Feng said, looking at the dean with a dark expression. He glanced toward the carriage and, seeing no movement, continued, "As dean, you don't even ask why he died or why I killed him. Instead, you want to arrest me! What, are you a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, wearing the same pair of pants as them? If that's the case, you're even less fit to be the Holy Academy's dean."

"You!" The dean's expression shifted repeatedly, turning extremely dark, but he still said, "No matter the reason, it was wrong of you to kill someone."

"Dean, this wasn't this young brother's fault. It all started because of me. If you want a life in return, please take mine!" At that moment, the father whose life Wang Feng had saved earlier suddenly knelt before the dean and pleaded. His child knelt down as well.

"Hmph! This is the Holy Academy. Since I'm the dean, I have the final say. It's no use, no matter who pleads for him."

Wang Feng jumped down, landing behind the father and son. He helped them up and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Young brother, I'm sorry! It's all our fault. I never should have brought him here! You saved my life, but I've brought harm to you. What kind of person does that make me?" The father was full of remorse, his fists clenched tightly.

Wang Feng smiled at his child, pulled him over to his side, and asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

"Hello, big brother. My name is Su Yang."

"Su Yang, that's a lovely name." Wang Feng smiled and looked up at the employee who had tested Su Yang's aptitude earlier. "How is his aptitude?"

"Well, it's not very good. His Martial Soul is a zither, and his Soul Power Level is only one," the man said cautiously.

Wang Feng nodded and looked back at Su Yang. A Tool Martial Soul and a Soul Power Level of only one—a normal person's starting point. It really wasn't very good. Judging by the man's expression, he probably wouldn't be able to enter the Holy Academy.