Originally, Xiuyang threw the bottle at the female disciple. The old man was about to intervene but was already too late. However, he didn't take it seriously. It was just a female disciple, and after being beaten, Xiuyang would apologize later.
However, he never expected that the female disciple had anticipated Xiuyang's intervention. Before the bottle could fly out, she slapped him across the face.
With a crisp sound, Xiuyang was slapped to the ground. Not only Xiuyang, but everyone else was stunned, while Long Chen was struggling to hold back his laughter, trying not to laugh.
"You little wretch... "
Bang!"
Xiuyang got up from the ground. The female disciple lifted her lotus-like foot and kicked him hard in the nose, knocking him over. His previously straight nose was instantly flattened by the kick.
The kick was tricky, ruthless, and fierce. Xiuyang screamed in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he rolled on the ground in pain.
"You ..."
The old man and several other powerful figures changed drastically, and the young warriors all gripped their weapons.
"You child, how can you be so rude and inconsiderate?" Long Chen rebuked angrily, his face stern.
"He was the one who wanted to hit me..." the woman pointed at Xiuyang with a wronged expression.
"He hit you, he's a guest. You can easily dodge it. There's no need to go so far, right?" Long Chen shouted angrily.
"I ..."
"Still dare talk back?" You've got it wrong, apologize quickly. Long Chen shouted angrily.
"Yes... "I'm sorry..." The woman had no choice but to apologize to Xiuyang, who was lying on the ground. At this moment, tears welled up in her eyes from grievance.
"I'm really sorry, but this child is immature. He's not grown up, but he's got quite a temper. He's never left Lingxiao Academy in his life.
You are all big shots from Emperor Heaven. Don't stoop to the level of a naive girl like her. Don't get angry, and don't let it ruin our relationship. Long Chen also smiled apologetically.
With Long Chen's forced smile, the old man suddenly understood. So this girl had been deliberately arranged by Long Chen. Previously, he had verbally teased Long Chen, making him embarrassed to deal with Xiuyang, but now he had regained his favor.
"Not at all, young people have a fiery temper. It's not like that, not at all." The old man also laughed, but at this moment, his smile was somewhat unnatural.
He finally understood now that this young man was also an old fox, one who refused to suffer even the slightest loss.
"Why are you still cold?" Hurry up and tidy up. Forget it, you can go downstairs and come up with someone with a better temper. "Long Chen scolded the female disciple.
"Yes,"
the female disciple replied with grievance. When she stepped out the main gate and Long Chen and the others couldn't see her, the grievance on her face instantly vanished, replaced by an excited smile. It turned out that this female disciple was none other than Luo Ning.
"Ah, this is so thrilling, so thrilling!"
Luo Ning clenched her fists excitedly, and standing opposite her was a woman dressed exactly like her—none other than Luo Bing.
"Isn't this a bit much?" She saw Luo Ning's behavior inside clearly.
"Not too much, not too much. Senior Brother Long Chen said these guys have bad intentions. Just go all out and kill them. Don't give them any face." Alright, my task is complete. It's your turn to take the stage. Luo Ning chuckled.
Luo Bing shook his head for a while, but had no choice but to brag and walk into the main hall. When he saw Luo Bing walk in, Long Chen chuckled to himself, but his expression was very serious as he said, "
Remove the tea and replace it with a new one."
"Dean Long Chen, forget it. We're not here for ...," the old man hurriedly said.
"No, no, no, this won't do. If we don't serve tea to guests, wouldn't people laugh at our academy for bullying us?" Long Chen waved his hand.
Luo Bing hurriedly removed the original teacup. At this moment, with everyone's support, Xiu Yang stood up, but his nose had already been kicked open. It had to be said, Luo Ning's kick was too ruthless—he actually used the power of purple blood.
Xiuyang swallowed a pill, and only then did the bleeding on his face stop. The flesh on his nose slowly grew. It had to be said, his pill was quite effective at healing injuries. His nose quickly returned to normal, though the color was slightly purple, giving it a somewhat strange appearance.
At this moment, Luo Bing brought out fresh tea. This time, everyone was tea. Xiuyang watched Long Chen grit his teeth. Although he was a bit simple-minded, he wasn't a fool. From Long Chen's face holding back laughter, it was clear this was all a scheme.
When Luo Bing distributed the teacups to everyone and held them in his hands as he approached Xiu Yang, Xiu Yang suddenly delivered a lightning kick, aiming straight for Luo Bing's lower abdomen.
"Xiuyang!"
This time, even the disciples who came with Xiuyang couldn't stand it anymore. At the same time, they shouted sharply, fighting a woman and attacking someone else's position—utterly shameless and despicable.
Besides, the person who attacked him just now wasn't the woman before him. Taking out her anger on someone else, using such despicable means, made everyone feel extremely disgraced.
At the very moment Xiu Yang made his move, a flash of killing intent flashed in Long Chen's eyes. Although he had anticipated that this guy might deliberately make things difficult for Luo Bing, he hadn't expected his move to be so despicable.
"Ah!"
Luo Bing cried out in alarm, hurriedly dodging, dodging the kick at the last moment. But her body twisted, losing balance, and the teacup in her hand slammed hard against Xiuyang's crotch.
"Ah..."
The moment the teacup hit Xiu Yang's crotch, he jumped up instantly. He covered his hands and cried, letting out a scream like a ghostly wailing that stabbed his eardrums.
The old man was both shocked and furious, wishing he could kick this guy to death. He had disgraced everyone, and now he was shouting so loudly—what kind of behavior was that?
But when they saw Xiu Yang's crotch, their faces were all shocked. The teacup shattered, and purple blood juice oozed out. The tea mixed with purple blood corroded Xiu Yang's crotch into a patch of white bone.
"My hand..."
At this moment, Luo Bing looked at her palm in panic. Her jade hand had been cut by the shattered teacup, and purple blood flowed freely.
Seeing Luo Bing still acting, Long Chen waved her off, signaling her to step back. Originally, Long Chen just wanted to tease Xiu Yang a bit, to show him he wasn't someone to bully.
But this bastard actually resorted to such despicable and shameless tactics, completely enraging Long Chen, who lost even interest in acting.
"Pfft!"
A black long blade pierced through Xiu Yang's skull. His screams were cut off in an instant—Long Chen actually killed Xiu Yang with a single strike.
"You..."
The old man and several other powerful figures were both shocked and furious. The young men all gripped their weapons, and the old man's pressure surged, as if ready to strike at any moment.
"I advise you to hold back, or not a single person here will walk out of the hall alive." Long Chen glanced at everyone, his voice turning icy cold, and the temperature in the grand hall instantly dropped to freezing.