"Haha!"
"Qin Wudao, I greatly admire your ability to defeat us five!"
"But can you still win against hundreds of thousands of us? Just wait quietly to meet your end!"
The middle protector laughed coldly, his eyes full of madness.
In the Torch Academy, mobilizing hundreds of thousands of students to harm fellow members, such an approach, is truly the height of madness.
"Someone, gather the 'Spirit Gate' members to protect the Qin Dynasty prodigy!"
Si Lingwu ordered coldly.
"As you command!"
A Luo Tianxian martial artist cupped his hands, his figure blurred, and disappeared.
"Order, when the battle erupts, if the academy's upper echelon does not make a move, all 'Hall of the Chosen' members present are to act, assisting the Qin Dynasty prodigy!"
Nearby, the master of the Hall of the Chosen, Zi Wen, commanded in a deep voice.
