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Seeing this, Bai Cheng felt a slight worry for the academy, but he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
"Hmph, Xiao Wuya, your end is near!"
"As for that strange fire, whether I can obtain it or not, you won't be able to have it either. Now, let's see how you handle this!"
Behind Bai Cheng, Bai Shan stood, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Bai Shan's gaze swept the surroundings maliciously, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.
He secretly rejoiced in having instigated this turmoil, plunging Jia Nan Academy into chaos.
No one knew that he was the one who leaked the news of the strange fire.
"Haha, I've finally waited for this day!" He thought ecstatically, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
He was certain that this attack had to be connected to his father, Bai Canglong.
At the thought of this, his excitement grew.
His father, quietly stirring things up behind the scenes, made the conflict even fiercer, allowing Bai Shan to profit from the situation.
He eagerly anticipated the benefits that would come his way.
Although his attempts to contact his father had been unanswered, he didn't mind.
He was confident that his father and the elders were busy with important matters.
Once everything went according to plan, he would become a hero within the family, cementing his success.
Just thinking about it made his heart soar!
Bai Shan's excitement was boundless, and his imagination ran wild with fantasies about the future.
Han Feng, leading his group, arrived at the gates of Jia Nan Academy with imposing force and an air of dominance.
An elder from Jia Nan Academy, accompanied by a guard squad, appeared in front of them immediately, their expressions stern and their gazes sharp as knives.
The elder bellowed, "Who are you? Dare to mobilize such a force and come to our school?"
Han Feng remained unfazed, his eyes flashing with coldness and arrogance. "I've come to make your academy a part of history."
His voice was calm yet authoritative, filled with an air of supremacy and confidence.
At his command, his subordinates swiftly moved into action.
With agility, they rushed toward the academy's guards, engaging in a fierce battle.
The clash was intense, blades flashing as the scene grew increasingly chaotic.
The academy's guards fought valiantly, but Han Feng's group was overwhelmingly powerful, pushing the guards back with relentless force.
Han Feng stood firm, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield. A slight smile tugged at his lips, as if he found the situation before him thoroughly satisfying.
As the battle raged on, the academy's guards were gradually overwhelmed. The elder, who had been fighting against Mo Tianxing and the Jin Yin elders, sustained injuries.
The elder, his face pale and bloodied, struggled to stay on his feet. Trembling, he asked Han Feng, "Who... who are you?"
Han Feng, unfazed, sneered proudly and declared, "I am Han Feng, the Pill Emperor of the Black Horn Domain."
The elder's face drained of color as he realized the person before him was no ordinary foe. A deep sense of danger surged within him.
He knew that the situation was now dire for the academy, and immediate action was required to turn things around.
"Fall back to the academy! Quickly!" The elder ordered, his voice filled with urgency and resolve.
Hearing the command, the Jia Nan Academy's guard squad immediately ceased fighting and retreated back into the academy.
They understood that they could no longer contend with Han Feng and his group, so they chose to temporarily withdraw, hoping to avoid further confrontation and await further instructions from the academy's higher-ups.
With that, Han Feng led his men into the academy, his steps unwavering and imposing, exuding an air of certainty and dominance.
Behind him followed his subordinates, their eyes cold and ruthless, resembling conquerors on the battlefield.
At the same time, Grand Elder Su Qian, accompanied by several senior members and teachers, rushed to the scene and positioned themselves in front of Han Feng and his group.
Su Qian's expression was grave, his brows furrowed tightly. He stood his ground, his presence equal to Han Feng's, emanating an overwhelming and unfathomable pressure.
"Han Feng, are you declaring yourself an enemy of Jia Nan Academy?" Su Qian asked in a deep voice, filled with determination and resolve.
Han Feng merely scoffed, casually shaking his head as if uninterested.
"Sorry, to me, Jia Nan Academy is nothing. Why would I waste my energy on it?"
He cast a disdainful glance at the academy's gates, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery.
The students present immediately felt their hearts sink, their faces turning pale as deep fear flickered in their eyes.
Upon hearing Han Feng's name, an inexplicable terror surged within them.
Han Feng, the Pill Emperor of the Black Horn Domain—such a title was not one to be taken lightly.
His Strange Fire, the Heartfire of the Falling Heart, was said to be invincible, and his status as a 6th-tier Alchemist only made him even more formidable.
"Here comes Han Feng? This is trouble…"
A student murmured nervously under their breath, unable to hide the anxiety and fear in their voice.
They realized that the academy was facing an extraordinary threat, and Han Feng's arrival would undoubtedly bring an unpredictable storm.
Su Qian furrowed his brows slightly, a flicker of vigilance flashing in his eyes. He locked his gaze on Han Feng and asked sternly, "Jia Nan Academy has no grudge with you. Why must you come here and cause such a massacre?"
Han Feng smiled coldly, lightly shaking his head as if mocking the question.
"No grudge? So what? What I want, your academy just happens to have."
His tone was laced with unparalleled arrogance and confidence.
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he approached Su Qian, his voice carrying an undeniable threat.
"Hand over the Heartfire of the Falling Heart, and I will spare you."
Su Qian's expression shifted at his words. A look of resolve flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward and stood firm in front of Han Feng, showing no signs of yielding.
"The Heartfire of the Falling Heart? That is a treasure of Jia Nan Academy. How could we hand it over so easily?"
His voice was steady and resolute.
The tension in the atmosphere grew instantaneously, and the surrounding students could feel the pressure mounting. They nervously glanced around, unsure of what to do next.
Han Feng's gaze was cold and prideful as he fixed his eyes on Su Qian.
"Stop pretending. I know you've already given the treasure to a junior. All you need to do now is hand over the junior who handed over Xiao Wuya, and I'll let you go."
His voice was low and commanding, carrying an air of unassailable determination.
Su Qian's face remained solemn, his eyes steady and calm, showing no sign of backing down.
"We will never hand over Xiao Wuya."
His voice was filled with conviction and defiance.
"The Heartfire of the Falling Heart is a treasure of Jia Nan Academy. Although it has been entrusted to Xiao Wuya, he is still a student of this academy. No one will be allowed to harm our students."
Han Feng's brow twitched slightly, his eyes flashing with anger and dissatisfaction.
"You're seeking your own doom!" His voice was low and oppressive, filled with an uncontrollable fury.
(End of Chapter)