The classmaster of the third year's class three, Chen Xiaojing, watched as Xie Wei, Jiang Hengyu, and Chen Fengli were blasted away by Huang Xiaolong, and his jaw almost dropped to the floor in shock.
The pale-faced boy from the Inner Court was so scared his complexion turned deathly white, and his legs went weak, nearly bringing him to his knees.
Some male students who had once mocked Huang Xiaolong for only obtaining first place in his class each year because others were merciful, were now trembling, convulsing like epileptic sheep, there.
The Holy Hall was dead silent.
Some female students, looking at Huang Xiaolong's figure on the stage, felt their hearts beating wildly like sprinting deer, "thump thump thump," as their eyes shined brightly.
If the light in these girls' eyes could be concentrated, it could probably electrocute a pig.
A long while later, the previously silent Holy Hall burst into terrifying waves of noise.
The entire Holy Hall thundered.
