These words instantly ignited the fervent hearts of the Guiyuan Academy disciples.
They roared in unison, "We swear to defend Guiyuan Academy to the death!"
Zheng Kailin wore a look of disdain. "Since you all seek death," he said indifferently, "then this old man will grant your wish."
As his voice faded, he waved his palm once more. A huge Palm Shadow, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, swept directly toward the Guiyuan Academy disciples.
The disciples of Guiyuan Academy tensed up. Having experienced this twice before, none of them dared to meet Zheng Kailin's strike head-on. Just as they prepared to dodge, another Palm Shadow shot out from behind them.
BANG!
The next second, the two Palm Shadows collided violently. A dull impact sound rang out, and a terrifying ripple of energy swept out from the center of the collision, forcing everyone present to either circulate their power to block it or retreat several steps.
