3232: C3232 Dragon of the House

C3232 Dragon of the House

The Dean of Arts, Wen Zong, was dumbfounded.

His eyes almost fell to the ground.

Not dead.

Lin Fei actually did not die.

That's impossible!

Previously, he had solemnly vowed that Lin Fei would definitely die.

But, in the end, Lin Fei used his body to withstand their Wen Ji's strongest martial skill, Wen Dao Palm.

Wen Zong's face was hot and dry. He wished he could find a hole to hide in.

Face smacking.

This was too much of a slap to the face.

The Earth Hall's dean, Xiao Tian, looked at Lin Fei as if he was looking at a monster. The emotions in his heart were overturning.

It was at this moment.

Principal Tian Hen of the Heavenly Academy, he sighed, "What a pity, Lin Fei actually died just like that. The heavens are jealous of such a talent!"

As soon as he finished.

Tian Hen opened his eyes.

At this moment.

He had thought that Lin Fei's soul had already been destroyed.

However …

After a blink of an eye.

Tian Hen's mouth was wide open as a level 18 earthquake and tsunami seemed to have occurred in his mind.

He actually saw that Lin Fei was not dead yet.

Moreover, Lin Fei was completely unscathed and had not moved at all. This was because Lin Fei had used his body to defend against Wen Ba's strongest martial skill, the Arts Palm!

F * ck!

What a monster Lin Fei was!

A monster that could not be described with words!

Previously, he was very sure that Lin Fei was going to die under Wen Ba's strongest martial skill, Wen Dao Palm!

An old monster like him, who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, was actually slapped in the face by Lin Fei.

Unexpectedly.

Before, no matter what, he had never thought of it!

At this moment, he finally understood why Chen Qingxing was so calm before.

That was because Chen Qinghe knew in advance that Lin Fei would be able to defend against the strongest martial skill of the hegemon, Wen Dao Palm.1

Recalling what he said to ridicule Chen Qinghe and Lin Fei earlier, he felt like he was just making a joke out of himself.

The Holy Courtyard had sent out a dragon!

How Tian Hen wished that Lin Fei was the number one martial cultivation genius in the Heavenly Academy!

Unfortunately, that was impossible.

The people from the Sacred Courtyard were all extremely excited. They stared at Lin Fei and shouted in a crazed manner,

"Lin Fei, you are the pride of our Holy Academy."

"Lin Fei, how mighty. Compared to you, Wen Ba is just a piece of trash."

"They were overthinking things earlier. They thought that you had overestimated yourself."

"..."

Amongst the crowd.

Jian Ying smiled. The way she looked at Lin Fei had already turned into the shape of a heart. How she wished that she could be Lin Fei's woman!

Unfortunately, she knew her limits.

She knew she wasn't worthy of Lin Fei.

She had always been the number one goddess of the Sacred Courtyard.

Countless cultivation geniuses wanted to be with her.

Now, however, she felt that she herself was not worthy of Lin Fei.

From this, one could see just how outstanding Lin Fei was.

"Lin Fei, he actually did not die." Qu Sheng's face was filled with disbelief. He couldn't accept this!

Earlier, he had already imagined in his mind the scene of himself becoming the number one martial cultivation genius of the Holy Academy.

However, Lin Fei did not die.

Then how could he still become the number one martial cultivation genius of the Sacred Courtyard!

At this moment.

On the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage.

"Impossible, this is impossible …" Wen Ba kept repeating the same words with his disheveled hair.

He kept shaking his head.

He was shaking his head off.

He still could not accept that Lin Fei was not harmed in the slightest.

Previously, he saw with his own eyes that Lin Fei did not make a move and only used his own body to block his strongest martial skill, the Arts Palm.

His most powerful martial skill, Wen Dao Palm, was enough to instantly kill a level six Martial King, but it did not kill Lin Fei, who was at the fourth level of the Everlasting Realm.

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