Chapter 797 - Try Your Best (2/2)

The crowd anxiously looked at the field. They saw Xiao Luo standing there with his hands behind the back and seemed unhurt. With the calm look on his face, one could compare him to the God of War.

How could it be?

Elder Zheng’s palm force struck him, but he seems fine!

Everyone was astounded as they could hardly believe what they saw.

Zheng Feihan and Chen Junbin realized the situation was not favorable for them. After being sent flying by the palm force, they took the chance to retreat to a farther place. Xiao Luo was a threat to them.

Elder Zheng turned pale with shock. Although his palm attack was not an all-out attack, he exerted forty to fifty percent of his power. Even a Martial Lord would not survive and would be ripped to shreds from that strike. But the jerk remained unscathed. Could he be a Martial Emperor as well?

At the thought of the possibility, he trembled. Then he rejected the assumption immediately. “No way. He is too young to be a Martial Emperor. That’s impossible.” he mumbled to himself.

“Try your best. Otherwise, you will die!” Xiao Luo said as he looked at him.

Elder Zheng was at a loss for words. Then his eyes got bloodshot. His wrinkled face looked hateful as his anger rose. “Good, good, good! Jerk, it has been a long time since a person spoke to me like that!” He shouted to the disciples there. He yelled, “All of you, retreat fifteen miles. Otherwise, you will be at your own risk.”

Was Elder Zheng going to go all out?

All of those disciples gasped. An unknown man forced Elder Zheng to go all out. It was unimaginable. They hurried to retreat and did not stop until they went twenty miles away.

“You better go farther too,” said Ghost to Hu Qingsong. Her eyes narrowed as she smiled at him.

Hu Qingsong knew he had underestimated Xiao Luo. After glancing at Ghost and Xiao Luo in awe, he let Luo Jinshi and Ai Linda help him retreat to the side. He was on edge, feeling extremely anxious.

“Jerk, if you want to be arrogant, you must have some ability. Are you sure you have it?”

Elder Zheng slowly lifted from the ground and floated in mid-air. As he rose in the air, his energy increased. From the impact of his surging energy, the spiritual energy around him billowed like angry waves of the sea. A menacing tension grew in the area. Everyone on the ground felt extremely tensed with the enormously heavy pressure pushed against their chests.

Looking up, Xiao Luo squinted at him with an emotionless face. “Don’t you think you are talking too much crap?”

The corners of Elder Zheng’s mouth twitched. “Okay, I will show you how dreadful a Martial Emperor’s strength can be. And how ignorant and ridiculous you are!”

Elder Zheng extended his right hand. The spiritual energy surrounding him converged to the center of his palm. Slowly, a translucent white ball formed. The ball kept growing, and its surface buzzed like an electric force field. The air surrounding the ball distorted. A peal of thunder boomed and strong winds swirled as the ball continued to form.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Over ten figures showed up on the top floor of the building around the yard. They were the Elders of the academy.

“Dean, will you not do anything to stop Elder Zheng? Are you not afraid he will tear down the academy?” said an Elder indignantly. He was unhappy with Elder Zheng.

The dean lifted his hand to stop him. “Do not worry. Apprentice Brother Zheng knows what he is doing!”

The Elder was speechless. He murmured, “I am wondering who the dean of the Mu City Academy is. Elder Zheng or yourself, Dean Ai.”

The comment did not irritate the dean at all. “My Apprentice Brother and I are in the same camp. What difference does it make whether he is the dean or I am the dean of the Mu City Academy.”