If the old dean was here, he might still be able to intimidate them with his outstanding battle prowess. However, the old headmaster had already fallen. At this point, how could any late-stage heavenly king be willing to help him become a Middle Saint?
Was that the end of his ambition?
The Dean looked dejected as he had put in a lot of effort and had sent out many jade talismans recently, but he had not received any response.
He had already tried his best.
Their expressions were resolute, and their clothes were uniform. They were all old school uniforms from Middle Saint Academy, and all of them had cultivation levels above the hierarch realm.
Heavenly King Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. Following a wave of pressure, the weather immediately changed. The Heavenly King's pressure was like the falling sky which pressed down on everyone.
