"Do you think so?"
With a heavy sigh, just before the storm, the old man suddenly turned around, his neck stiffened: "This child is fierce. With my current strength, it's impossible to win in this manner. It's all because of the family's gate. Your thoughts align with ours, so you can only sacrifice a hundred students to fill the burial chamber of the Black Sword, and then leave!"
His voice lowered, and there was no despair in the old man's eyes. The fire blazed fiercely in the storm, burning the old chef in an instant. It was too easy.
The next moment, the surrounding wind suddenly stopped, and the world seemed to fall into silence.
In the darkness, two pairs of gigantic eyes slowly opened from the blue sky, trailing behind with the panic-inducing presence of the professor Feng Aba.
