The chaos in the Hunting Ground was like a storm.
It came swiftly and left just as quickly.
Most students didn't even have the chance to cast their second spell before they were subdued by the professors of First University who arrived upon hearing the news.
Around the stands, everyone, including the Hunting Contest observers sent by the Wizard's Alliance, representatives from other wizard organizations, and outsiders who held temporary invitations, were kindly asked to leave the No.1 Hunting Ground by the school staff.
When Professor Yao, the dean of the hosting academy, came to the Hunting Ground, his face was frighteningly dark.
The students of Jiuyou Academy, who had been excited, became as quiet as cicadas in winter after seeing their dean, obediently returned to their places and dared not move.
"How dare you?!"
Old Yao roared like an angry lion, pacing back and forth on the stage, waving his arms violently. His voice was so loud that it tickled Zheng Qing's ears:
