Chapter 813

What's going on? Does Xu Jingming have a grudge against Wang Linyang?

I just heard that Wang Linyang's Black Crow Campaign involved Xu Jingming's senior brother.

I've heard of the Black Crow Campaign too—it was even taken to the military court by the Devil University.

Wang Linyang's actions back then were indeed too aggressive, but the matter's over now, and he's clearly paid a heavy price.

Yeah, I heard his assets shrank by nearly one-tenth.

He's paid the price and sincerely apologized; Wang Linyang has lowered himself considerably. This matter should end here.

Around them, faint murmurs from eighth-rank Grand Masters arose.

In their eyes, sacrificing an entire legion to kill a single eighth-rank beast wasn't a big deal at all.

If not for Xu Jingming's senior brother being among the dead, they wouldn't have even noticed this incident.

Yet among these people, some frowned slightly—they knew more of the hidden truth.

Among them was Zhou Yu, director of the Devil City Public Security Bureau.

According to her, if Wang Linyang hadn't been desperate for merit, the Ash Legion's main force would never have been destroyed.

Had Wang Linyang simply been more patient and moved slowly, he could still have captured that eighth-rank beast.

And...

Zhou Yu's beautiful eyes turned toward the tall, upright figure of the young man.

Though she'd only met Xu Jingming once or twice, she somehow felt he wouldn't accept Wang Linyang's apology.

Sure enough, facing Wang Linyang's raised cup, Xu Jingming showed no reaction—instead, he coldly said:

"Apologize? Sorry, if you want forgiveness for what happened to my senior brother Liu Ming, go talk to him.

But knowing him as I do, he'd probably tear you apart alive!

I mention this only to confirm your identity—I didn't want to accidentally harm someone else."

After speaking, Xu Jingming ignored Wang Linyang's reaction and walked away.

He believed any Devil University student who learned of Wang Linyang's crimes would never forgive him.

Moreover, Xu Jingming had never known many senior brothers and sisters.

Liu Ming was one of the earliest to help him the most—he could never forgive Wang Linyang on Liu Ming's behalf.

Nor would he seek an opportunity to kill Wang Linyang.

That was Liu Ming's own matter—he believed Liu Ming would one day accomplish it himself.

Of course,

if he encountered Wang Linyang in the Ye'er Realm, he wouldn't mind giving him a good beating.

A small comfort for the spirits of those senior brothers and sisters of Devil University.

"Ah, this..."

"Xu Jingming is really bold!"

Xu Jingming himself felt nothing, but the other eighth-rank Grand Masters in the hall were stirred.

Good heavens!

Wang Linyang was a seasoned eighth-rank mid-tier Grand Master, yet Xu Jingming gave him not a shred of face!

If it were anyone else, even if they harbored deep resentment, they'd at least pretend—drink the wine.

But Xu Jingming didn't even pretend; his disgust was utterly unmasked.

"Truly dazzling—like a drawn blade, brimming with sharpness."

Zhou Yu murmured softly.

The adult world is full of calculations, and among eighth-rank Grand Masters, even more so.

Behind each eighth-rank Grand Master often stood a legion, a super-faction.

Unless absolutely necessary, no one would easily break the surface peace.

Especially when it wasn't even their own affair—just a senior brother's.

If any other person here had been in Xu Jingming's place, their resolution would never have been so "reckless."

"Even if Wang Linyang was in the wrong, Xu Jingming's actions will surely offend some here.

Future cooperation with these factions may become far more troublesome."

Zhou Yu couldn't help shaking her head.

Yet when she recalled the moment she'd seen Xu Jingming slay Lu Wenliang in Devil City—like a Thunder God descending—

she suddenly felt she'd been worrying needlessly.

A twenty-year-old seventh-rank mid-tier Master, an SS-rank Awakened.

Someone like Xu Jingming wouldn't care what these eighth-rank Grand Masters thought of him...

As a legion commander, Wang Linyang naturally had his own pride.

Especially in such a setting—he'd lowered himself so much, yet still received no softened reply from Xu Jingming.

Even if Xu Jingming had merely demanded a public apology, it would've been better than this!

"Xu Jingming, you're too arrogant!"

Wang Linyang's face turned ashen; he crushed the cup in his hand to shards.

But he couldn't act against Xu Jingming—he could only slink back to his own circle.

"Linyang, with Xu Jingming's temperament, he'll eventually fall hard—don't take it to heart."

"Exactly. He only killed one eighth-rank low-tier Blood Deity envoy.

He might not even have eighth-rank mid-tier strength—he's just showing off. This time, he's just here to fill numbers."

"If this keeps up, I bet even Thunder Martial Arts Academy will suffer."

"......"

Xu Jingming was the top prodigy of Blue Star—that was everyone's consensus—but that didn't mean everyone liked him.

Especially since Xu Jingming had killed Wang Mang of the Wang Clan and severely wounded Li Hao of the Li Clan.

He was utterly unrestrained, earning the dislike of several old-established Awakened clans.

Coincidentally, the few eighth-rank Grand Masters in Wang Linyang's circle came from such old-established Awakened clans.

Hearing their reassurances, Wang Linyang's ashen expression finally eased.

"Jingming, are you alright?"

Ling Shuang walked over and asked softly.

"I'm fine."

Xu Jingming shook his head. "I just didn't expect to meet the man who killed my senior brother here."

"Then it's perfect—you can take revenge."

Ling Shuang's beautiful eyes glinted with coldness. "If we meet him in the Ye'er Realm, I'll help you kill him."

Ling Shuang had never been a merciful person—otherwise, she wouldn't have reached where she is today.

Repay kindness, repay hatred—that was her consistent principle.

To offend Xu Jingming was to offend her.

"Just don't go too hard—leave him alive."

Watching Ling Shuang's furious expression, Xu Jingming chuckled.

"Don't worry—I know my limits."

Ling Shuang's crimson lips curved slightly into a radiant smile.

After all, she was a Great Xia powerhouse—she'd only break his limbs.

Whether other nations' strong ones killed him afterward? That was none of her concern.

After all, she was vice-principal of Devil City Awakened University—if Wang Linyang truly died, it was merely avenging her students.