The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The words were spoken.

Ye Chen, gun in hand, lunged forward and charged, stomping hard on the edge of the platform.

"Boom—"

The granite beneath their feet instantly shattered into powder.

He leaped into the air, his spear whistling through the air as it hurtled towards the golden statue.

Followed by.

"Whoosh—"

A blast of air rose up.

Luo Feng, covered in black and red armor, followed second by his thrusters which spewed flames.

"call--"

A wave of fire surged forth.

Su Huaying changed her form in less than half a second.

She carried a fire-cherry spear, rode on a wind-fire wheel, and suddenly unleashed her three heads and six arms.

The Universe Ring.

The Heavenly Silk Ribbon.

Little gold brick.

Yin-Yang Sword.

She pulled out all sorts of weapons at once.

"Fuck your grandma!"

"You dare bully the people I protect?!"

On the other side.

Li Shuiwang grinned and chuckled softly.

"Hehehe..."

"Which deity are you?"

"Let me eat you, okay...?"

On Luo Ji's shoulder, Xiao Ai's mechanical voice was cold.

"Master, all space-based weapons are locked on. Shall we fire?"

Han Li watched this scene and patted the storage bag with heartache.

"well……"

next second.

Countless tiny paper figures flew out.

Each little paper figure has level eight attack talismans pasted on its back.

Han Li closed his eyes.

"Let's go."

The little paper figures let out a sinister chuckle and rushed toward the edge of the pit, accompanied by a burst of talismanic light.

In a short time.

The top of the little golden statue was filled with all sorts of attacks.

Gunfire.

Fire wheel.

Sword light.

Talismans.

Armored cannon muzzle.

There's also that kind of stuff from Li Shuiwang that's not really suitable for normal people to see.

Ye Long watched this scene without being swayed in the slightest by the atmosphere of "a young man standing up for his friend".

He felt his blood pressure spike.

You damn little brats!

They've all gone mad!

What the hell are you guys doing?!

You think you can just rush up and beat up the Heavenly Dao with a few weapons?!

"This is absolutely incomprehensible!!!"

Ye Long bowed slightly, intending to stop all of these little brats.

next moment.

"Pfft—"

A soft sound came from Yan Cong.

Ye Long suddenly turned his head.

All the gold needles embedded in Yan Cong's body were forced out.

The golden needles hovered in mid-air, their tips still trembling slightly.

"Yan Cong!"

Su Xiaoxiao exclaimed in surprise.

Yan Cong did not respond.

He lowered his head, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

Then, he opened his eyes.

Golden flames had already ignited in those eyes.

He flipped his right hand over.

A large hammer fell into his palm.

Then.

Yan Cong jumped directly off the platform.

He lowered his head, dragged the sledgehammer, and walked step by step toward the golden statue.

The hammerhead scraped across the ground, leaving a piercing metallic sound.

Shila-

Shila-

The students instinctively backed away to both sides.

"That's right!"

Ye Long's pupils contracted.

Suddenly, a ball of golden flames erupted from Yan Cong's chest.

The flames quickly spread across his body.

It climbed onto its limbs.

Light the sledgehammer.

In an instant, it covered the entire school, spreading upwards along the protective array.

In an instant.

The azure array was tinged with a layer of gold.

Ye Long's throat moved.

"What... what is this?"

This aura...

In the northern sky.

When the Desolate Emperor resurrected hundreds of thousands of warriors, they were this golden color.

Ye Long stared intently at Yan Cong.

"That can't be..."

"He...he is the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

It was at this moment that...

Yan Cong raised his head.

Golden flames surged within his eyes.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his five fingers gripped the hammer handle tightly.

next moment.

He bent down and rushed out.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Long snapped out of his daze and shouted at the students blocking Yan Cong's way.

However...

As a professional bystander.

The moment the group of students saw Yan Cong come down, they had already consciously made way for him.

They even took the time to cast a strange look at Ye Long.

The meaning is quite obvious.

whispering sound.

Make a fuss.

next moment.

A hot wind swept across.

The students who were just complaining in their hearts were suddenly blown off their feet by the wind.

A group of people sat on the ground, their hair standing on end, their faces blank.

That's when they realized it.

Behind Yan Cong, who was charging forward with a large hammer, a giant white tiger emitting golden flames suddenly appeared.

White Tiger treads on the ground.

The flames surged.

The giant beast crouched low and charged toward the little golden man alongside Yan Cong.

"ah--"

Yan Cong suddenly leaped up.

The giant white tiger also leaped up.

He gripped the hammer with both hands, and golden flames exploded completely in his eyes.

"That damned Heavenly Law!"

"Fuck your mother—"

midair.

Yan Cong swung his sledgehammer and smashed it down hard on the little golden statue's head.

The golden-flame white tiger also opened its blood-red maw, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, and lunged at the Heavenly Dao avatar—

"roar--"

A deafening tiger's roar tore through the air above Jinling Martial Arts School.

Yan Cong gripped the hammer with both hands, and golden flames burned from his arms all the way to the hammer handle.

next moment.

The giant hammer rapidly magnified in the golden statue's pupils.

The little golden statue was about to raise its hand.

But then the white marks on His body suddenly lit up, freezing all His movements in place.

"boom--"

The hammer fell.

The golden tiger pounced out from the shadow of the hammer, biting half of the little golden man's body and dragging him all the way to the teaching building.

"Boom—"

The entire teaching building collapsed on the spot.

The building structure broke.

The cement beams and pillars exploded.

Glass shards and wall plaster flew into the air together, but were stopped by some unseen force and did not splash onto the playground.

Dust billowed into the sky.

The students on the playground were all dumbfounded.

"Holy crap?!"

"Is the Heavenly Way really that weak?"

"This isn't right, is it?"

"Didn't you see the golden light emanating from Yan Cong?!"

"Could that old guy be the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?!"

This idea wasn't just on the minds of ordinary students.

On rooftops everywhere.

Even the Class 9 members, who had already made their move but were abruptly stopped after Yan Cong struck with his hammer, were affected.

They were all standing on the rooftops, looking down with strange expressions.

Han Li stood on the edge of the building, clutching a stack of level-eight attack talismans, his eyelids twitching.

He gasped as he watched Yan Cong dragging a sledgehammer toward the ruins.

"I really didn't expect it to be him?!"

"No."

Beside him, Zhuge Wang also tossed in some copper coins and chuckled.

"It wasn't him."

"Someone... oh no, an emperor, lent him a bit of his power."

Jiang Mingzi stood on the other side, holding a talisman with ash-covered edges between her fingers.

The ashes of the talisman fell.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Zhuge is right."

"I saw the immense true energy emanating from Yan."

"Like a rootless duckweed, or water without a source."

He paused and looked at the cloud of smoke.

"It must have been one of our emperors who didn't want to be revealed who made the move."