Looking at Mu Qinglan’s slightly swollen eyes, Ao Cangsheng showed a trace of shame on his face: "Sorry, I dragged you into this!"

Mu Qinglan’s eyes flashed. What I wanted to say wasn’t Ao Kangsheng. But because her red lips were sealed, she couldn’t make a sound.

Cangsheng raised his hand and gently pressed it on Mu Qinglan’s shoulder.

In an instant, a surge of energy like a flowing river quickly unblocked Mu Qinglan’s meridians.

As her meridians loosened, Mu Qinglan said excitedly, "Thank you, actually you..."

However, before Mu Qinglan finished speaking, Ao Kangsheng interrupted her: "You don’t need to say anything, let’s leave first!"

Mu Qinglan heard this, immediately shut her mouth, looked at Ao Cangsheng, and said nothing more.

However, when Ao Cangsheng turned around, his expression suddenly became gloomy again.

Because, at the moment he relieved Mu Qinglan of the Strait blockade, more than 300 people gathered behind him.

These people surrounded the courtyard, blocking Ao Cangsheng’s retreat.

The person standing before them was the one who wanted to attack Ao Cangsheng three times.

Shui Yun stood in the chaos holding a long red blade.

It looked like a formidable enemy.

"Why, the first person of the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts Academy, does he want to come out of Er Fu and let loose?"

Coldly staring at Shui Yun, Ao Cangsheng spoke with sarcasm.

Shui Boyun laughed heartily, not showing any anger from Ao Cangsheng’s sarcasm.

He gently turned the blade, pointing it at Ao Cangsheng. "Who said I’m not in Er Fa? I said, if you can withstand three of my attacks, I’ll let the girl go."

"Now the girl is beside you, meaning I haven’t broken my promise."

"As for whether you can take her away from Bright Pavilion, that depends on your capability. I never promised you!"

"Bright Hall is my power. Do you want to just stand by while causing a commotion in Bright Hall?"

Listening to Shui Boyun’s sophistry, Ao Cangsheng merely sneered.

If you don’t give it your all, I’m afraid you really want to plant here today.

If that happens, Bright Pavilion would surely bleed.

At that time, we would not let ourselves go easily because we fear the world might be in turmoil.

Thinking of this, Ao Kangsheng couldn’t help it. Suddenly, the red blade got even redder, like a fiery flame, shooting out a red knife over ten feet long, aiming to chop Ao Cangsheng’s head.

As the long knife descended, the pavilion shook, the ground covered in debris, starting to fly up.

Under the forceful blade, it suddenly shot like stars all over the sky toward Ao Cangsheng and Mu Qinglan.

Ao Cangsheng didn’t flinch and furrowed his eyebrows.

With his strength, even though injured, he could fully lift that knife.

But through this battle knife, Ao Cangsheng could foresee how fierce the fight would be.

Facing other Bright Pavilion disciples, he might handle it easily.

But facing Shui and Yun, it felt frustrating.

If we fight, Heng Family might take care of us.

Without war, afraid today’s circumstances are bad.

These thoughts flashed quickly through Ao Cangsheng’s mind. Soon, the vigorous sword appeared three feet above Ao Kangsheng.

The blade hadn’t yet fallen. The bluestone floor beneath Ao Cangsheng’s feet was already pulverized inch by inch.

Mu Qinglan, standing behind Ao Cangsheng, bent even lower due to the wind force.

Just see how terrifying the power of this sword is?

Life and death never showed pride for Ao Cangsheng.

In a split second, as he gritted his teeth and turned his longsword, thousands of sword shadows appeared in the air.

"Stop!"

But just as Ao Cangsheng was about to exert all his strength, a fierce spirit suddenly emerged from the sky.

Then, a radiant stream, like a meteor from beyond the sky, collided with the blade above Ao Kangsheng’s head.

"Boom—"

After a while, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

Upon impact, the fiery blade suddenly shattered, turning into ripples, undulating everywhere.

Amidst the light waves came debris, like ice and snow melting, also some dust.

The flying dust hadn’t dispersed, only to see a gray shadow flash by, then appear in front of Ao Cangsheng.

It wasn’t until now that Ao Cangsheng realized that the person who came was Dean Shui Linhan.

"Shui Boyun, what do you want to do?"

Coldly staring at Shui Duanyun, coldly questioned.

The other disciples of Bright Pavilion, seeing the dean suddenly appear in the courtyard, immediately arranged their soldiers, retreating hastily to the sides of the courtyard.

Instead, Shui Boyun, seeing Shui Linghan, didn’t show fear.

He chuckled, slowly retracting the red longsword, bowing to Shui Ling and Han Wei. "Reporting to the dean, I want to duel with this young warrior brother."

"Despise the duel? You’re a swindler! Seen anyone despise a duel choose to bring hundreds to the duel?"

Shui Ling scoffed clearly, unwilling to believe Shui Boyun’s words.

"They are just cheering me on. They won’t participate in our duel. Believe it or not, ask Martial Brother!"

Shui Boyun smiled, still unhurried.

Shui Linghan turned back to glance at Ao Cangsheng, asking, "Is what he says true?"

Ao Cangsheng hesitated, finally nodding, "Reporting back to Dean, we are contemptuously dueling!"

Mu Qinglan heard Ao Cangsheng’s words, unable to resist showing confusion.

She didn’t understand why Ao Kangsheng lied at this moment?

However, unable to fathom Ao Cangsheng, Mu Qinglan didn’t open her mouth.

Quickly staring at Ao Cangsheng, yet finally, Shui Linxing didn’t delve deeply into this matter.

When Shui turns around again, I see nine people lying far on the ground.

Seeing the dean notice them, the nine people instantly feel untold resentment.

The nine tried to speak to Ao Cangsheng in front of cold water, yet before they could open their mouths, fiercely looking at them, suddenly opened fire.

Seeing those eyes, inexplicably, the nine felt like falling into an ice cellar. The thoughts beginning to surface also got trapped by death within their hearts.

"You made this courtyard like this. I suppose your duel is over, right?"

Regarding the nine lying on the ground, Shui Linxing chose direct disregard. As the conversation ended, he coldly questioned.

"Everything’s done!"

Cangsheng looked over at Shui and Yun, responding simultaneously.

"Since the duel is over, what are you still doing here?"

Seeing Ao Cangsheng again, Shui Linghan didn’t hold any remorse in his tone.

Ao Cangsheng smiled wryly, recognizing Shui Linggen intentionally letting him down, promptly bowed, saying, "I’m leaving.

Cang Cangsheng laughed heartily, lain straight "What a thing?"

Shui Ling coldly hummed further, irritated, "Keep pretending, keep it up! Now the whole academy knows your story, how could you hide it from us?"

This made Ao Sheng furrow his brows, stammering, "I won’t let you worry, so I didn’t tell you! Now I recognize I’m wrong, Martial Sister, don’t be mad!"

Seeing Ao Cangsheng bowing his head admitting fault, Mu Qinglan still doesn’t understand his tone, "Hmm, you know you have a sister?" However, when causing big trouble in the Four Alliances, why didn’t you consider saying this to your martial sister?"

"Indeed! Plus our three brothers!"

Seeing Ao Sheng dry the food, Yan Shu couldn’t help smiling, following along.

But when the voice descended, it brought along a big white-eyed look of Qing.

"Yes, it’s all my fault. Going forward, I will inform Martial Sister not to worry. Alright, Martial Sister, don’t be mad!"

Ao Kangsheng’s expression was awkward. This was his first public reprimand.