Elder Bai's palm strike came like a falling mountain.
Ling Tian braced—
—but the blow never landed.
A gnarled hand intercepted it.
Elder Mo stood between them, his frail frame belying the power in his grip.
"Break the rules again," Mo said softly, "and I'll break you."
The air crackled with tension.
Elder Mo stood with bone chilling killing intent in his eyes wishing nothing but to
disregard the rational part of him and killl this brat where he stands.
Finally, Elder Bai snarled and retreated, carrying his unconscious son.
The proctor cleared his throat.
"Victory goes to… Lin Feng."
Ling Tian exhaled. He'd done it.
But as he was led to the outer disciple barracks, he noticed Elder Mo watching him.
With his eyes cold, he swore to grow strong no matter the obstacles not knowing that
resovle will be what will be his foundation to growing into a powerhouse in future.
And in the distance, atop the highest peak, a woman in crimson robes observed everything.