Guo's self-control snapped. He couldn't believe it—an eleven-year-old child, a boy who had spent the last two years scrubbing floors and following orders, dared to hurl such accusations at him in the presence of a Headmaster.
Even Sang, who knew Guo's true colours, had always maintained a level of professional decorum. This boy was tearing down the veil of politeness and exposing the rot beneath.
"I dare you to try!"
Just as Guo prepared to release his full, crushing power, Sang's voice boomed like a thunderclap. In the next heartbeat, the environment shifted.
The air screamed as several silhouettes flashed into existence. They didn't bother with the doors; they smashed through the remaining walls of the mansion, arriving in a whirlwind of dust and spirit energy.
