I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes felt a chill in her heart.

She suddenly drew the holy sword, which hummed and shone brightly.

The armor plates of her holy armor glowed faintly on her body, echoing the holy sword in her hand and forming a complete light screen that enveloped her entirely.

Her aura exploded, and the pressure of the peak Celestial Realm spread out, colliding with the Dean's ancient oppressive aura, causing the air to emit a low hum.

"What a blusterer!" the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes said coldly.

The dean looked at her, his smile deepening.

She didn't draw her weapon, didn't strike a pose, and didn't even take a step back.

She simply stood there, tilting her head, looking at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes with her dark, grape-like eyes, her tone casual as if teasing a child: "Come and chop me up?"

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes frowned. She could sense that the dean, like her, was at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

However, the oppressive aura emanating from the dean was not something one would expect from a peak Celestial Realm expert.

It is an older, more essential, and more indescribable force.

Just as she was about to make her move, regardless of what it was, she chopped it down first, when a hand blocked her way.

It's Zhang Yangqing.

He stepped forward, standing between the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the dean, and said in a calm tone, "You should know the last savior who defeated the demon race, right?"

The dean's smile froze for a moment.

That smiling face turned serious for the first time.

She looked at Zhang Yangqing, her gaze shifting from casual to scrutinizing, and then from scrutinizing to probing.

The dean's gaze lingered on Zhang Yangqing's face for a long time, as if trying to discern something.

"Oh? Who are you?"

Her voice was no longer sweet and delicate, but had become steady and tinged with a hint of wariness.

The dean wondered if the person speaking to him was also a being who had survived from 'that time' to the present.

Zhang Yangqing didn't answer her question, but continued to speak to himself: "I guessed it. I was curious at the time how the savior could destroy the entire demon race with just a weapon and armor. I guess you had your help."

He paused, looking calmly at the dean: "Of course, back then you were just a 'dog' under the savior, right? I'm not saying your true self was a dog, just that your status was that of a dog."

Instead of getting angry, the dean smiled. There was no anger or humiliation in that smile, only an expression of "interesting."

She crossed her arms, leaned against the doorframe, and tilted her head to look at Zhang Yangqing as if she were looking at an interesting toy: "You continue."

Zhang Yangqing continued, his voice not loud, but every word clear: "You must have had your own plans back then. You probably wanted to trigger the arrival of the strange phenomenon. Although I don't know what happened between you, judging from the outcome of this world, you succeeded."

The dean's eyes flickered slightly.

"Later, the savior realized he had been tricked and went around killing you. You went into hiding, and he ran out of time, so he had to leave."

He looked at the dean, his gaze as calm as a stagnant pool: "Do I need to say anything more?"

The dean's eyes changed; his cynical smile vanished, replaced by a cold, murderous expression.

Her eyes were no longer black grapes, but had become two bottomless black holes, where something was churning and burning.

"shut up."

The dean's voice was soft, but those two words landed like two boulders crashing into water, creating ripples. The air in the office instantly froze, making even breathing difficult.

Books on the bookshelf tumbled down, picture frames on the wall tilted, and documents on the desk were blown all over the room.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes instinctively stepped in front of Zhang Yangqing, holding the holy sword horizontally in front of her.

Her fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the overwhelming sense of oppression, so strong that her body instinctively resisted.

The high-earnings worker was lying face down on the ground, unable to even lift his head.

The rat doctor has already fainted.

Only Zhang Yangqing remained standing in the same spot, his hands in his pockets, his expression unchanged.

He looked into the dean's black, hole-like eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps mocking him.

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Zhang Yangqing remained as casual as ever.

This wasn't just Zhang Yangqing's wild guess. In fact, after seeing the Holy Sword, the Dean said, "It smells so familiar."

This sentence actually revealed a lot of information, and coupled with the dean's attitude, Zhang Yangqing had already guessed most of the situation.

The dean stared at Zhang Yangqing for a long time.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

That smile wasn't one of anger or embarrassment, but rather a genuine smile, as if one had finally encountered something interesting.

She withdrew her oppressive aura, leaned back against the doorframe, tilted her head, and looked at Zhang Yangqing with her eyes, which had regained their black color, and said, "Have we met before?"

Zhang Yangqing shook his head: "This is the first time we've met, you can rest assured about that."

This made the beautiful young dean even more puzzled.

How can you tell me so much when we've just met?

She frowned slightly as she stared at Zhang Yangqing, as if looking at a mystery.

She had met many people, including many who thought themselves clever, but never had anyone been able to tell her so much about her on their first meeting.

Zhang Yangqing must have noticed her confusion, so he reluctantly began to explain: "I have analyzed your spatial structure, which is this containment facility. It actually has a bit of the feeling of the savior back then. Don't ask me how I know. You should be able to guess that I entered the ruins he left behind because I was able to get these things."

As he spoke, he pointed to the holy sword in the hands of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and the holy armor on her body.

The dean paused for a moment, then nodded, his wariness easing slightly, but his probing gaze intensified: "I see, you are quite frank."

She paused, crossed her arms, tilted her head to look at Zhang Yangqing, and her sweet smile returned to her lips. "So what do you plan to do? Inherit the savior's idea and kill me? Or become my dog? I can make an exception and help you."

It seemed that the dean had given Zhang Yangqing a way out.

One is a dead end, the other is a way out; the choice is in his hands.

But everyone, not only those present at the scene but also the audience watching on the big screen, was stunned.

The live chat exploded instantly:

Wow! I've read so many ghost stories and seen so many bosses, and this female dean is the first one who dared to talk to Zhang Tianshi like that!
Be polite to Zhang Tianshi. He can make you disappear into thin air. If you talk like that, won't you be doomed forever?

I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of strength this guy has that makes him dare to talk like that.

No, didn't you guys notice? She said "become my dog," she actually dared to ask Zhang Tianshi to be her dog? Who gave her that courage?
Just wait, Zhang Tianshi will soon show her what it means to be treated like a dog. (End of Chapter)