Chapter 1088 – A Dragon Cry - Preview (1/2)

Chapter 1088 – A Dragon Cry - Preview

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Orthodoxy cavalry preparing to charge inspired no fear in the several hundred teachers and students of the Heavenly Dao Academy. On the contrary, they became even more passionate, their shouts getting louder as their wills became even more united.

Other than the slogan of 'Protect the Heavenly Dao', many of the students were cursing at people, the greatest target of their ire naturally being Daoist Shuxin, who they regarded as a traitor who had sold out the academy for glory. Linghai Zhiwang's name was also a common occurrence, and someone would even disrespect the Pope on occasion.

Linghai Zhiwang's complexion grew gloomier and gloomier as he listened to those curses, but if one carefully looked, they would realize that the emotions in his eyes never once changed.

In terms of strength, it was naturally the Li Palace that held the absolute advantage.

The Orthodoxy cavalry was an existence of equal renown to the black-armored cavalry, and the black enforcers of the Hall of Heavenly Judgment had once been mentioned alongside the Department for Purging Officials and the assassins of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

The Heavenly Dao Academy truly had deep foundations and had raised many experts, and many bishops in the Li Palace had come from it, but it was still just a school.

The Heavenly Dao Academy had been able to last so long because Zhuang Zhihuan's heart was hard enough and the blood of the teachers and students was sufficiently hot.

And if the Li Palace was willing to use force against these teachers and students who were willing to lose their heads and spill their blood, a massacre was bound to ensue. Moreover, the current situation had a different cause from the bloody incident of the Orthodox Academy twenty-some years ago. Linghai Zhiwang, as the one in charge of this matter, was certain to enjoy infamy for a thousand years, while Chen Changsheng would not fare much better.

What the Li Palace had to do was make the teachers and students of the Heavenly Dao Academy give up while spilling as little blood as possible.

Yet Linghai Zhiwang's eyes remained cold and indifferent, the pleading of Daoist Shuxin failing to make him retract his order.

As he watched the Orthodoxy cavalry ready their charge and those black enforcers raise the scythes of death in their hands, Daoist Shuxin was overcome with sorrow and despair.

He seemed to be seeing the Heavenly Dao Academy awash in a sea of blood and the tender faces of the young students collapsed in pools of blood.

And then he felt like he was going blind. The Heavenly Dao Academy had not turned into a sea of blood, but one of ink.

A shadow dropped down from the sky, falling over the ancient buildings of the Heavenly Dao Academy.

This shadow was so deep that it seemed to have physical form. It seemed like night had descended.

The angry curses stopped as the young students of the Heavenly Dao Academy looked up in confusion toward the sky.

They did not see the bringer of that shadow.

The countless snowflakes dropping from the overcast sky obscured all vision.

”It's snowing!” a student shouted in excitement.

”How can it be snowing?” another student shouted in surprise.

It was early spring. Even if there was a cold spell in late spring, it didn't make sense for it to snow.

The students were astonished and began to talk. Some people even forgot about those cavalry brimming with killing intent outside the gate.

But there were still many people who remembered what sort of situation the Heavenly Dao Academy and their schoolmates were in.

As she watched the beautiful snowflakes dropping down from the sky, a beautiful female student began to tear up as she muttered, ”The Heavenly Dao above believes that this world is too filthy and so has sent down this sacred snow to purify our eyes and hearts?”

Some students overheard her and felt the same. They prayed toward the sky, somewhat sad, but their resolves even more firm.

Linghai Zhiwang coldly said, ”After the snow melts, the ground remains covered in filth. Can a god deceive itself as well as others?”

A low and thunderous boom suddenly exploded in the sky.

It was an incredibly deep boom and not at all weak. It was like thunder hidden deep within the clouds or a river deep within the earth.

The people looked up toward the sky in consternation as they thought, was that the response from the heavens?

Was it a reply to the female student? Or to Linghai Zhiwang?

This voice had an extremely clear will.

It was one of indifference, of looking down upon the world, and of a lack of interest.

Zhuang Zhihuan's expression had not changed in response to the Orthodoxy cavalry brought by Linghai Zhiwang, or the several teachers Daoist Shuxin had brought with him.

But that thunderous roar made his expression turn rather strange, and a hint of hesitation and intent to retreat appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He had recognized this sound.

It was a dragon cry.