"I know one of them has no classes today and is resting in the dormitory. I'll take you there."
Director Ou opened the door and was about to take Fang Ling away.
"What about Manyun and me?" Lin Tianyang asked immediately.
"Go and inform the other teachers to stop the pursuers behind us. We can't let Xiao Fangling's plan be ruined."
"She definitely didn't come here alone. Even if she is that stupid, the city lord's people are not stupid."
After saying that, Director Ou took Fang Ling and took a shortcut towards the teachers' dormitory.
In the teachers' dormitory complex, he banged on the door of a small courtyard.
"Hua Changshou, come out quickly, I have something urgent to discuss with you."
A bald soul master with broad shoulders and strong waist, wearing untidy clothes, walked out of the house yawning.
"Deputy Dean? I remember I don't have any classes today?"
Director Ou said, "It's not about class. I just need your help with something small."
"Come, let me tell you..."
At the same time, the only way to enter the college.
The two sides are in a standoff.
The academy side was led by a chubby old man with black hair and purple eyes.
After the martial spirit possessed the body, it took on the appearance of a human-shaped wild boar, with dark black bristles like steel needles, thick and rough pig skin, and two long fangs exposed at the corners of its mouth.
The five soul rings with the best age ratio on his body showed that he was a soul king.
He is Liu Yueban, the director of combat teaching in the academy. He is also a friend of the dean and has watched Lin Tianyang grow up.
How could he not come to take care of his genius apprentice, the academy's combat genius?
Lin Tianyang and Shu Manyun stood behind him.
There were also more than a dozen Soul Sect teachers who displayed their soul rings to block the way.
There are also some Soul Master teachers coming over.
If someone dares to come to the academy for revenge and is very strong, then forget it and they will just endure it.
But what is the City Lord's Mansion?
It's just the Dean's defeated general.
How dare they send people to break into the academy?
The leader of the City Lord's Mansion was also a Five-Ring Soul King.
The whole body is covered with scarlet feathers, with long sharp claws and a sharp beak.
What was striking was the bald spot on his head, which was bright red like blood.
This man was none other than An Zailong, the brother of the beautiful woman An Yufei who had just flown into the academy.
He is on duty at the City Lord's Mansion.
Nine well-trained soul masters followed behind him, three soul masters and six soul lords.
Although well-trained, the gap in cultivation level is still there.
Compared with the dozen or so Soul Sect teachers in the academy, their momentum is much weaker.
"Commander An, you have crossed the line today!"
The aura emanating from Liu Yueban was exceptionally cold and chilling.
There was no emotion in those narrowed eyes.
I saw his soul ring shining, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, and a strong shock wave spread towards the opposite side.
This was the first time since the school was founded that someone broke into the school with the intention of killing people.
The disciple who killed the dean's son, a talented student who could win more than ten consecutive life-and-death battles!
How dare you be so arrogant?
Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the people in the city for coming here to take revenge and kill people because of your failure in the life-and-death battle in the Great Fighting Soul Arena?
Commander An smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, Director Liu, we are not here to kill Fang Ling."
"My sister has lost her mind because of her son's death. I am here to bring her back."
"Take her back?" Liu Yueban sneered and opened fire, "Injuring the guard, forcing his way into the academy, and trying to kill the genius students in the academy."
"You want to take someone away just by saying something empty. Is there such a good thing in the world?"
"Director Liu, I..." Commander An wanted to explain something.
"Go ahead, show us your true colors!"
Liu Yueban gave an order and rushed forward swiftly.
Then, everyone couldn't wait to take action.
All teachers at War King Academy are good at fighting.
Now there are more people than others and fewer people. What reason is there not to take action?
…
The battle on the only way to enter the academy was in full swing, but the scene on Fang Ling's side was completely different.
Seems a little leisurely.
He found a piece of open space, spread out a mat, and lay down comfortably to bask in the sun.
While shaking his legs, he hummed an unknown tune.
The occasional noise from the students gave people a sense of boundless joy. The bald teacher also sat down not far away to rest.
"When do you think the people who are going to kill you will come?"
"I..." Fang Ling was about to say that he didn't know either, when he suddenly saw a hint of red in his eyes.
"Here it comes!"
He is the only disabled student in the War King Academy, and he deliberately puts himself in a conspicuous position.
It's easy to be seen.
Sure enough, the moment the red shadow appeared in Fang Ling's eyes, An Yufei noticed this guy who lived comfortably and happily.
My son was killed by you in a life-and-death battle, but you are still living so happily?
Damn it, damn it!
The string in my heart broke again.
With a loud shout, he swooped down towards Fang Ling at great speed.
"Give me back my son's life!"
When she rushed to within ten meters of Fang Ling, her fourth purple soul ring suddenly flashed.
In an instant, thousands of feathers flew out.
Like an arrow flying fast, it breaks through the silent sky.
The slender feathers were wrapped in the floating light of flames, burning with a brilliant glow.
The speed was so fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, and the air seemed to be torn apart.
Each feather carries a strong hatred and is extremely powerful.
Even one of those tiny feathers contained tremendous energy, enough to crush Fang Ling easily.
He used his fourth soul skill as soon as he arrived, which clearly showed his extreme hatred.
He was determined to kill him with one blow.
Fang Ling was so frightened that he rolled and crawled on the ground.
The fear and terror before death were portrayed vividly.
"Teacher, save me!"
"Die, Fang Ling, no one can save you!"
A hoarse female voice filled with hatred echoed in Fang Ling's ears.
An Yufei seemed to see Fang Ling being blown to pieces by the fiery red feathers.
I felt relieved.
As Fang Ling ran forward, a man holding a shield suddenly teleported in front of him.
Defense-type soul master, Hua Changshou's third soul skill, teleportation.
With the help of the shield, he can teleport ten meters away and protect the people he wants to protect at the fastest speed.
His fourth soul skill lit up, and the shield that was originally only half a person's height instantly grew larger.
The large shield with special patterns on its surface became as tall as the bald soul master.
The shield fell down, and he stood in front of Fang Ling with a heavy shield.
However, he didn't block it completely, and when he was attacked at the beginning, some of the impact force and flames leaked through.
As An Yufei's face changed from excited to nervous, Fang Ling let out a shrill scream.
"ah--!"
"Fang Ling, are you okay? Fang Ling! Fang Ling!"
The huge black iron shield disappeared, and Hua Changshou called out loudly in worry.
Although the acting is not very good, the voice makes people feel that he is holding back laughter.
But the sight of Fang Ling, who was completely black, with cracked skin, lying on his back, and black smoke coming out of his mouth, was enough to make the woman flying in the sky believe—
This time, her attack caused heavy damage to the opponent Ling.
I wanted to continue the attack, but I heard someone shouting:
"There's someone committing a crime here. All the Soul Sect members who can fly, come and catch this crazy woman!"
An Yufei did not continue to attack, allowing herself to be caught and just laughing wildly.
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(End of this chapter)