C1342 CHAPTER1342 THE PRIDE OF THE ACADEMY

Sam Moreels lunged forward with his sword in hand, swinging it twice. In an instant, several semi-sage experts from the Greencloud Holy Land fell. The sword's power didn't wane as it charged forward, stopping at the neck of the Holy Son of Qingyun. The scene was terrifying, and the crowd gasped before falling silent.

"No... No... I don't want to die..." the Holy Son stammered