Chapter 2269: Death Battle (Part 4)

It’s not that they ever wronged Elder Sheng; it’s just that over the years, they’re well aware of what they’ve done, helping Sheng Jingxuan suppress the original direct lineage of Elder Sheng within the Academy, kicking out quite a number of people.

These people are filled with resentment, and if Sheng Yanlin were to regain power, this bunch would certainly return for revenge.

At this moment, an elder could no longer hold back and found the sitting Elder Council head beside him, also the strongest fighter among them currently—Elder Su Jingyuan—and urgently said:

“Su the Elder, Dean Sheng and the others seem to be at a disadvantage. We can’t wait any longer; we should capture Yang Xiao. I see that he holds significant weight in the opposing camp. With him in hand, today’s chaos can be resolved.”

Unexpectedly, after the elder’s plea, Su Jingyuan squinting at the battlefield, laughed coldly: “Elder Pei, your dean can’t hold on, but my dean is getting stronger in battle.”

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhonglie was stunned for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted tightly, and he angrily said: “Su Jingyuan, how dare you speak such treacherous words! Dean Sheng has treated you well, yet you dare to…”

“Poosh!”

Before Pei Zhonglie could pull out his personal magic artifact, the next second, his chest was pierced by a sharp weapon, stabbed from behind.

Pei Zhonglie trembled, wanting to turn around to see who was attempting to kill him, but fate had already denied him that chance.

Because the next second, his head was slapped, his skull directly smashed, and the one who struck was none other than Su Jingyuan, the Elder Council head.

Immediately afterwards, Su Jingyuan drew out the sword at his waist with the hand stained in blood, turned around, and fiercely cried out to everyone present: “Elder Sheng is back; our days of enduring humiliation are finally over. Everyone, follow me, punish traitors and rebels, anyone who dares to resist, kill without mercy!”

“Su Jingyuan has rebelled, fellow elders, band together and kill him!” Sheng Jingxuan has managed the Academy for over a decade, and many of his loyalists, whom he promoted with dedication, still remain, among which are many elites from the Bone Painting Tower and freelance martial artists in the world of martial arts, heavily bribed by Sheng Jingxuan. At a word, swords were drawn, and chaos ensued.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiao, who was watching from not far away, was also stunned because he hadn’t seen much, but suddenly the opposing camp fell into chaos with flashing blades, clashing magic artifacts.

Yang Xiao witnessed firsthand as half a corpse flew from the opposing camp, seemingly exploded into two pieces.

“Brothers, follow me, today is the day for glory and achievement! Today is the day!” Opportunity not to be missed, Yang Xiao was delighted, drawing his sword to join the fray.

Encouraged by Yang Xiao, everyone drew their weapons, rushing towards the opposing side like a tidal wave, but Yang Xiao hadn’t run far before he was intercepted by several individuals—a few of the elders dispatched by the Mo Family.

“No way, you should charge ahead, why are you holding me back?!” Yang Xiao was anxious to death, as this was not helping his advancement.

“Mr. Yang, keep your voice down. We are ordered to ensure your safety.”

“You shouldn’t join; just stay here. Leave the opposition to us.” One elder quickly replied.

“Get out of my way!” Yang Xiao forcefully broke free, his deputy director position hinged on this tremor; whoever blocked him, he’d be angry.

Unable to hold Yang Xiao back, and indeed the front needed support, several elders began to engage, but always one stayed close, protecting Yang Xiao.

This person was also the strongest among the Mo Family members sent, aside from Elder Mo Qing, although only at Half-step Nether Realm, his combat power was exceptionally formidable, personally selected by the Mo Family Head to train the elite family beheading team.

Yang Xiao slipped into the crowd, and amidst the chaos, he couldn’t tell friend from foe, but after observing briefly, he decided to ignore the distinctions. Those from Yiling Academy were hard to differentiate because they all wore similar attire, but those from the Bone Painting Tower and variously dressed freelance martial artists in the world of martial arts were easily identified and certainly loyal to Sheng Jingxuan.

As for any misunderstandings or wrongful judgments, perhaps there would be such moments, but who could care about that now?

Just do it.

Despite his injuries, Yang Xiao in front of these many Angel Envoys with only Lower Ghost Level powers was like a dimension-lowering strike, charging and slashing as if in a world with no one else. First, he darted and cut a brightly dressed expert in half from behind, then raised his hand and struck another blast of Yin Thunder down, turning a fool holding his sword high as a lightning rod, several meters away, into a roasted chicken.

Seeing Yang Xiao’s rampage, several capable elders approached, intending to join forces to deal with Yang Xiao first, but Mo’s experts also engaged in the fight, consistently surrounding Yang Xiao and holding the opposing Half-step Nether Realm firmly at bay; ordinary guys, Yang Xiao could handle himself.

As a Half-step Nether Realm opponent was besieged and cut down, Yang Xiao immediately ran to the corpse and hacked off the opponent’s head.

This person belonged to the Bone Painting Tower; Yang Xiao had noticed him earlier, standing right behind Gu Ji, clearly in an influential position.

Raising the person’s head high, Yang Xiao stood atop, fiercely shouting: “At Elder Sheng’s command, the chief villains must die; followers will not be asked. Lay down weapons, and all shall be spared! Resist all the way, like such a traitor, kill without mercy!”

Witnessing Yang Xiao holding a head in one hand, a sword in the other, drenched in blood like a fearsome ghost crawling out of hell, the shout was terrifying.