Zhao He flew into a rage, and he struck out a wave of spiritual energy toward Qiao Mu like a venomous snake.
Mo Lian was furious. He flew up and landed beside Qiao Mu. With a flick of his sleeve, the spiritual energy Zhao He shot over ricocheted back the way it came.
Zhao He was simply gobsmacked!
He simply didn't expect that a young man's effortless strike could completely dispel his own.
In other words, his decades of cultivation simply couldn't last one move against this young man?
Impossible!
It must be that he had overly underestimated the enemy earlier.
Zhao He raised his hand and roared toward the forty plus level-seven spiritual cultivators behind him, "Stop them!"
His subordinates swiftly surrounded the group from Apex Academy.
A raging blaze started burning in between Zhao He's palms. He twisted his body in the air and then struck toward Qiao Mu's head with both palms blazing with fire.
