"What's going on? What are you doing? Don't… don't take pictures… don't do this… leave some room for maneuver… we will meet again in the future!"
At this moment, Song Changkong's expression was on the verge of collapsing, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.
Unfortunately, that invisible spiritual power was exceptionally resilient, completely beyond what his mere Third Grade Peak Cultivation could shake off.
On the other side, classmates held their phones, taking pictures with a gleeful malice while cracking sarcastic jokes.
"Old Song! Accept your fate! This is definitely a Grandmaster Level powerhouse's doing, beyond what your cultivation can break free from. You've definitely lost face today!"
"Yeah… yeah… when you made rumors before, did you ever think you'd face today? Just because it hasn't happened doesn't mean it won't—time's up! Stop struggling! Stand still to take the hit."
"Come on, come on, no more nonsense… take more pictures… this is such a rare chance!"
