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

The battle has begun.

The female dean raised her hand, her five fingers spread, palm facing up.

A surge of black energy erupted from her palm, spreading rapidly like ink falling into water.

Wherever that energy passed, space began to distort, light began to bend, and air began to solidify.

"Domain expanded! Endless Purgatory!"

The female dean's voice was very soft, but every word seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Black energy erupted from her center, engulfing the entire office.

No, it's not about covering up, it's about replacing.

The office disappeared, the bookshelves disappeared, the desk disappeared, the walls and the ceiling disappeared.

Instead, a hellish scene unfolded.

The ground was scorched and cracked, with dark red magma surging from the fissures.

Above us was a blood-red sky, cloudless and sunless, only an endless, oppressive red.

All around were countless vengeful spirits, some nailed to crosses, some hung upside down on chains, and some buried in scorched earth with only their heads showing.

Their faces were etched with pain, despair, and resentment towards the living.

The eyes of those vengeful spirits were all fixed on the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

Their mouths opened, emitting a silent scream.

The scream was inaudible, but it could be felt, like countless needles piercing the soul, or like countless hands tearing at consciousness.

This is the female dean's unique domain. Once it is opened, the vengeful spirits that she once killed will erupt here, and the negative effects on the opponent are extremely high, which is terrifying.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes swayed slightly, but quickly regained her balance.

She had seen far more horrific scenes, in the mines of the Qing Tong family, deep within the Undying Mountain.

She gritted her teeth, and the holy sword shone even brighter. The armor plates of the holy armor also lit up, shutting out the screams of the vengeful spirits.

"Domain Hedging! Glory of the Old World!"

The peach blossom-eyed beauty, also at the Celestial Realm, expanded her domain.

Golden light surged from her body, colliding with the female dean's black energy.

Her domain was completely different from the female dean's; there was no bloodshed, no horror, and no vengeful spirits.

In her realm, countless ancient artifacts descended from the sky.

There were broken swords, shattered shields, tattered armor, and rusted halberds.

Those artifacts exude the aura of time; each one once belonged to a powerful figure of a certain era, and each one carries the memories of that time.

Those objects didn't fall down; they just fell.

They fell to the ground, into the lava, and among the vengeful spirits, making a dull thud.

Each object that landed created a golden ripple, dispelling some of the surrounding black energy.

This is the realm that the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes realized while working as a miner.

The underground world, containing all sorts of ancient relics, is what he comprehends as the 'Old Era'.

The female dean looked at the objects, her eyes flickering slightly.

She could sense that those objects contained a certain power, not the power of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, but the power of the original owner of those objects.

The will, obsession, and unfulfilled wishes of those who once stood at the pinnacle of this world are all condensed in these artifacts.

"Interesting. You're certainly qualified to fight me." The female dean smiled, but the smile didn't last long.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes moved. She didn't rush over, but appeared in front of the female dean in an instant, like a beam of light.

The holy sword, glowing with golden light, slashed towards the headmistress's neck.

The sword strike was so fast it was impossible to see, as if it had severed time itself.

The female dean did not dodge; she raised her hand and pinched the blade of the holy sword between two fingers.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Golden light and black energy collided between the sword and the fingertips, bursting forth with dazzling light. The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes felt an immense force coming from the sword; her tiger's mouth went numb and her arm ached, but she did not let go; instead, she increased her strength.

The female dean's fingers curled slightly, but she did not loosen them.

She looked at the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes, a hint of admiration in her gaze: "Your strength is not bad, but strength alone is not enough."

She raised her other hand and patted the chest of the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes.

That palm strike was delivered without a sound of wind, without any energy fluctuations, and without any warning whatsoever.

But the woman with the almond-shaped eyes instinctively warned her: she couldn't take this blow.

Even armor won't work!
She retreated sharply, narrowly avoiding the palm strike.

The palm strike grazed her holy armor, producing a harsh scraping sound, leaving a faint white mark on the armor plates.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes felt a pang of sadness.

The Holy Armor has been broken.

The female dean looked at the white mark and laughed: "I told you, this thing can't stop my attack."

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes did not answer. She took a deep breath and raised the holy sword again.

This time, she didn't rush into anything, but instead began to test the waters.

She circled around the female dean, the sword light flashing left and right, up and down, like countless golden snakes dancing.

The female dean stood still, only occasionally raising her hand to deflect the deadly attacks.

The two exchanged blows, fighting back and forth with equal intensity.

The beauty with peach blossom eyes wielded her sword faster and more cunningly, while the female dean's defense became increasingly tight and composed.

Golden light and black energy collided in the field, creating ripples that shook the surrounding vengeful spirits and objects, causing them to tilt and sway.

The gold-collar worker huddled at Zhang Yangqing's feet, watching the battle, his legs trembling.

In all his years, he had never seen a battle of this magnitude.

Each clash between those two women was enough to reduce him to ashes.

He glanced at Zhang Yangqing furtively.

Zhang Yangqing leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent, as if watching a not-so-interesting performance.

His eyes were calm, without any tension, worry, or even a hint of boredom.

The high-earnings man swallowed hard and silently pulled his head back inside.

The eldest brother is indeed the eldest brother; this level of battle is child's play in his eyes.

The female dean was very composed; that composure wasn't feigned, but rather ingrained in her very being.

She has lived for so many years, and her combat experience is as rich as an inexhaustible book.

She could anticipate every sword strike from the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes and defuse every change in her moves in advance.

She even had the energy to comment: "This sword strike was too slow," "This sword strike was at the wrong angle," "This sword strike lacked power."

What made the beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes even more distressed was that the female dean was not afraid of the holy sword's purifying power.

That should have been the nemesis of all the strange things, but when it came to the female dean, it was like water poured on oiled paper—it slid off and couldn't seep in.

The female dean would even occasionally reach out and grab the blade of the holy sword, black smoke billowing from her fingers, but she didn't care at all, as if she were grabbing a piece of red-hot iron. It hurt, but it wouldn't hurt her at all.

The beautiful woman with peach blossom eyes was starting to struggle. Her attack methods were basically all seen through, her sword moves were becoming outdated, her changes of tactics were slow, and even her escape route was blocked.

The light of the Holy Armor faded, and the golden light barrier was constantly torn apart, reassembled, and torn apart again under the Dean's palm strikes.

Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her left arm was grazed by the force of the palm strike, and her entire arm was numb. Her thumb and forefinger were split open, and black blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword.

She was knocked back by the female dean's palm strike, and staggered several steps before regaining her balance.

The holy sword was stuck in the ground, supporting his body as he gasped for breath.

Her domain began to shrink; the ancient artifacts stopped falling, and the golden ripples faded.

The female dean stood still, her breathing perfectly steady.

She looked at the beautiful woman with almond-shaped eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "That's it? Is this all the savior is capable of?" (End of Chapter)