Chapter 563: A New Storm Has Already Appeared

In the corridor.

Lan Lan couldn't hold it in anymore—the people in Class Three really didn't have a single honest word between their teeth.

Outrageous—doesn't their homeroom teacher manage them at all?

"Ahem, I'm here to notify you," she said. "The day after tomorrow there's a psychology knowledge competition. Remember to take part."

The day after tomorrow?

Final exams were in five days—where would he find time to take part in some psychology competition? Jiang Nian instinctively wanted to refuse.

"I might..."

Lan Lan, timely as ever,

The great blood-feud of a murdered brother and murdered friend, yet unable to slay the enemy with her own hands—Liu Yue struggled, wailing at the top of her voice, and kept pounding at Xia Fan's chest.

The mysterious man did not speak. He stood in the void, so still and quiet, yet gave off the feeling of an immortal mountain eternal and undecaying, like the spine holding up heaven and earth. His aura was domineering and fierce, majestic beyond compare, as if all the myriad realms of the heavens were within his control.

Two days and two nights—the battle had raged for two days and two nights. Liu Chong did not know how fierce it was. On his end, there were only the sounds that came drifting over from time to time; apart from that, there were the various reports sent back, and Yuan Shu's furious demands: why had Liu Chong's cavalry not appeared on the battlefield?

"Then will Your Excellency return to rescue the King, or..." Duan Ping did not finish those last two words, but Duan Ye understood.

Sparks flew. The wolf's claw struck a heavy sword that came flying in to kill, and that heavy sword instantly shuddered violently; the next instant it snapped clean in two. The broken blade flew back, and with a thump severed the head of that Hegemonic Sword Sect direct-disciple elder.

"I'm the one who wants to ask you, homeroom teacher! The class monitor doesn't show up, and you don't even make a phone call to find out what's going on, to show some concern for your student." Xia Fan paused briefly, then answered with a smile.

Zhang Yan was stunned, and shouted: "You're the one who fought the Xiongnu alongside Xu Rong—King Chen Liu Chong?" Then she stared at Liu Chong, her eyes darting, the changes on her face practically rivaling China's art of face-changing. Liu Chong was dumbfounded too, looking at Zhang Yan and thinking, surely it can't be that bad—even if I am Liu Chong, you don't have to change expressions three times in one second.

Mr. Shuijing was taken aback: "Not fight?" Then he started, as if he had thought of something, and looked up in shock at Pang Degong. Pang Degong, however, merely chuckled on.

Dian Wei, however, was greatly alarmed, as if facing a formidable enemy: "What—someone's inside!" He raised his twin halberds and was about to charge in.

"Since you're so set on receiving closed treatment, I'll agree to it." Ning Hao nodded heavily, with all the considerate bearing of a professional doctor healing the sick and saving the dying.

He then immediately began closed-door cultivation in the manor's secret chamber, absorbing and refining those sacred pills.

Looking up, in the courtyard outside the gate, Bai Xue covered the ground. The vast courtyard lay in a sheet of white, and on the bare branches of the parasol trees there was only glistening ice.

Then he discovered that the five-star realm zombie had dropped to the ground, devouring the corpses of other zombies, and it had swallowed every crystal core it had harvested. A powerful aura kept climbing higher and higher.

"I am the old master's servant, not yours—get that straight!" The hunchbacked old man, lantern in hand, tottered over to stand before the middle-aged Daoist.

The Green Water Gate elder thought for a long time, and finally signaled that Ren Tian could take the stage. The entire audience, seeing this, could not help but let out a great roar. Today's battle between Ren Tian and Zeng Defan—no matter whether Ren Tian won or lost—would be enough to leave his name in the cultivation world for over a hundred years. The audience at this moment were the best witnesses of it.

Precisely because of this, after he discovered that Chen Shi had not been frozen solid, he failed to launch a new attack or retreat at the first instant.

Chu Feng watched that man's retreating back, and could not help feeling a pang of sorrow. In the end, that man had only ever treated him, his disciple, as a passerby; in his heart, Chu Feng was nothing more than a stranger.

"Wuyan, all of you, say no more for now. I'm going out on serious business." Chu Feng looked toward Wuyan as he spoke.

His martial skill, though it could not be called the best under heaven, was naturally no problem when dealing with two or three wild wolves at once. But to deal with a hundred wild wolves that knew no fear of death, throwing themselves at him wave after wave, he naturally did not have that kind of ability.