A deadly threat made his hair stand on end, Source Power surged wildly, forming a cyclone around him, causing the training ground beneath his feet to crack slightly...
The wind howled.
Yet the person remained frozen.
All he could do was watch the spear tip come closer, ever closer.
It stopped right before his throat.
The oppressive aura suddenly dissipated, Vito broke out in cold sweat, his body weakened, and he couldn't help but stagger back a few steps before taking deep breaths.
But his eyes gleamed, never leaving the spear tip.
He saw the ultimate truth!
When he stood up straight again, a sharp aura burst forth, the Divine Weapon spear in his hand emitted a series of shrill cries.
...
Outside the academy, at a private training field.
Yao Chengwu, also one of the outstanding exchange students, looked solemn.
Before him,
stood a silver-haired middle-aged man, his grandfather, the Guardian God of Beiting, Yao Zhaokong.
