Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Chapter 217. My disciple has a problem with his character?

He Feiyang’s eyes widened as he looked at Xuan Yi, whose face was completely cold. He frowned, and the expression on his face was extremely flabbergasting.

He Feiyang had planned to intimidate Middle Saint Academy and ask them to surrender Xiao Hong, and then torture him to death, which he regarded as revenge and a funeral for his son.

Who knew that this Xiao Hong was actually the disciple of the Number One on the Origin King List, Xuan Yi.

This was not the point. However, no matter how strong the Number One on the Origin King List was, he could not eclipse the Power of a Human King. The true threat however was the being backing Xuan Yi, the mysterious Heavenly King Realm powerhouse who obeyed Xuan Yi’s instructions.

Although his He Family was powerful, he didn’t dare to offend an unscrupulous Heavenly King powerhouse, so because of Xuan Yi’s face, He Feiyang decided to endure it and spare Xiao Hong’s life for the time being.

But the Genius of the He Family couldn’t just die without any justice.

He Feiyang, the Patriarch of a dignified Heavenly King-level force, felt that since he personally went out to ask for an explanation, they should give him some face.

However, Xuan Yi’s attitude made his eyes cold.

“Master Xuan, I respect you Master Xuan.”

He Feiyang snorted coldly, glanced at more and more students who had gathered around them and sneered in his heart. The more people gathered, the more witnesses there would be. If he spoke only the truth, maybe the news would spread. Then, the Middle Saint Academy would have to expel Xiao Hong on its own when that time comes.

At that time, free from the asylum of the Middle Saint Academy and Xuan Yi, there would be only Xiao Hong without any backing.

Oh, it would be the meat that was left on the chopping board to be slaughtered.

“Master Xuan, let me ask you again, isn’t it natural to kill someone and pay with your life when the time comes?”

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, He Feiyang stared at Xuan Yi, and then felt the students of Middle Saint Academy lower their heads. He showed an expression of approval. Even the Dean of Middle Saint Academy frowned slightly, and He Feiyang’s heart was slightly settled.

“Although the rules of the Battle Platform stated that the sword has no eyes, my son and your disciple had no grievances. Why did your disciple kill my son?”

“He was my family’s heir.”

He Feiyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a cold light, meaning something, “Xuan Yi, teaching apprentices is not as simple as having talent, one still has to test his character. Is anyone qualified as long as they have a bit of talent?”

Obviously, he was alluding to Xuan Yi’s apprentice and that there was a problem with his character

The Middle Saint Academy was in an uproar. All the students looked at He Feiyang with contemptuous and inexplicable eyes.

He Feiyang’s complexion turned red then white, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

When was he, the Patriarch, ever this embarrassed?

“Don’t say that Xuan Yi bullies people, the rules of the Battle Arena stated that life and death can occur. Let the younger generation solve their matters by themselves, if the one who died on the Battle Platform was my, Xuan Yi’s, disciple, then he was incompetent! Now, you want to ask me for an explanation?”

Xuan Yi’s face was cold as he stared at He Feiyang.

“Are you planning to bring things up to our generation? If that’s the case then I, Xuan Yi, will gladly accompany you!”

Boom!

With a single motion, Xuan Yi’s long sword swung directly, and the awe-inspiring sword aura carried along with it. The entire Middle Saint Academy was filled with a murderous aura, and the temperature dropped rapidly in response.

Xuan Yi waved his sword, his face calm, as he stared at He Feiyang.

His meaning was very obvious. If Patriarch He insisted on asking for an explanation, then he, Xuan Yi, would attack without holding back.

His sword was just a decree.

He Feiyang’s face twisted into a grimace. It was as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

His eyes were gloomy, as he stared at Xuan Yi deeply, and let out a cold snort, “This matter will not end!”

From Xuan Yi’s sword, he felt a terrifying aura and vaguely felt that he was not Xuan Yi’s opponent. His son had already lost. If he lost again, this entire situation would become a complete joke.

However, the face of the He Family couldn’t be lost, but he, the Patriarch of the He family, couldn’t ask for an explanation without a clash.

He couldn’t just leave in such a shameful manner, so He Feiyang let out a cruel word and turned away.

Swish!

However, Xuan Yi didn’t say a word, his face was cold, and he slashed out with a sword.

Boom!