C1973 It Is Imperative(part I)
"What do you want?"1
The voice of a Saint Master came from the sky, from the dazzling light.
Even though he tried his best to conceal his emotions and did not want others to hear the anger and killing intent in his voice, they could still hear the anger in his voice as he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
This result surprised many people. The great anger they had imagined did not come.
"I don't want to do anything?" Chu Yang laughed, "I want to make you unhappy, just like now where you are extremely angry, but you have no choice but to suppress your anger. You are extremely aggrieved – just thinking about it, I am very happy."
Shangguan Lan felt a headache coming on. Chu Yang had gone too far, leaving no leeway for them. He wanted to force them to their deaths in a corner.
Chu Yang obviously knew what the consequences would be, but he also knew what he was doing.
If he did not do so, how could he display the might of the Eastern Wastelands? How could he intimidate a monster that discriminated against people like the Eastern Continent?
If he didn't do so, then wouldn't this martial arts competition be too much for him to handle? Would he have to face endless challenges?
If he did not do so, then when would he be able to raise his prestige in the Eastern Wastelands? How long would he have to wait?
For the six of them, the heads of the six academies were the best targets. To Chu Yang, challenging their authority was the best way to raise it in the Eastern Wastelands. Although his method was very extreme, or perhaps very stupid, in his opinion, he still needed even more extreme methods to change Eastroad's view. Perhaps only blood and death could do so.
That was why Chu Yang had always felt that this was an extremely troublesome matter. The burden of carrying the hopes of many in the Eastern Wasteland was even greater.
The six Heaven Saint Masters might explode in the next moment, and even though Chu Yang was prepared to fight, it would be best if he didn't. He rushed to say, "I'm happy now, as for what you've just said, I agree!"
He had given the six of them a small stepping stone, so he didn't really care whether they would come down or not.
"Since you've already agreed, if we offend you, take the consequences for yourself!"
After saying this, the group of Saint Masters left just like that. The students of the six academies were extremely shocked – a wild dog, this dog was already riding on top of their heads, and they still had to endure this?!
Just how amazing was this wild dog's talent?
Many of them started to carefully observe Chu Yang, but they did not find anything strange.
"Perhaps it is because of the lightning tribulation. The six Academy Masters are not leaders. They are not saints yet. They are also afraid of the Desolate Dog's lightning tribulation."
"In addition, the students of the six great academies are gathered here. If the Desolate Dog were to trigger the Lightning Calamity, the consequences would be unimaginable. For the greater picture, they would have no choice but to compromise and swallow this down."
Many people came up with a reason to convince themselves. These two reasons were indeed for the sake of the six courtyards.
The matter in the Martial Arts Practice Grounds came to an end just like that. Although many people were astonished and discussing it privately, everything quickly returned to the track of the Large Competition.
High up in the sky, there was an old man in his fifties or sixties dressed in official uniform sitting in the main seat. He had a squarish face, sparse eyebrows, and gleaming tiger eyes. His official power was extremely heavy.
Beside him were six elders. The aura of a saint emanated from their bodies, making the surrounding space look extremely sacred — these six elders were all Saints.
Saints could be considered the strongest in the East Continent. With six of them gathering together, it was very rare to see them in the East Continent. Therefore, it was not hard to guess their identities. They were the leaders of the six academies.
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