C1989 A Red Source Spirit Tyrant Saber Tiger
All the disciples of Lightning Academy shut their mouths.
No one dared to shout out those words anymore. There was no surrender in the Lightning Academy, only those who died in battle!
In the face of absolute strength, these words sounded ridiculous.
Sensing the gazes of the students, the pressure on Wang Bingyang suddenly increased.
"I promise you, I will fight you!"
Seeing the approaching Canglan College students, Wang Bingyang gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
After all, if he agreed to fight Ye Meng, he might still have a chance to live.
If he rejected them directly, he was afraid that his entire army would be wiped out.
"Good, that's refreshing!"
When Ye Meng heard this, a trace of satisfaction flashed across his small face.
He had never intended to destroy the Lightning Academy from the very beginning.
Firstly, there were many innocent students in the Lightning Academy who were waiting to pass the assessment.
Eliminating the other party. Many people were afraid that they would really cry.
Secondly, if the disciples of the Lightning Academy surrendered, the Canglan College would become even stronger.
As for the consumption of more people, it would also increase. This might be a burden to others, but to Ye Meng, would it be a problem?
In fact, Ye Meng didn't even intend to kill Wang Bingyang.
Now that he had achieved his goal, he naturally didn't need to let the Feng Hao and the others intimidate them anymore!
Ye Meng waved his hand, and all the students stopped in unison.
"Come!"
The childish voice and Ye Meng's hooking of fingers immediately made Wang Bingyang angry.
He roared madly, and the Source Spirit instantly jumped out from behind him.
In the entire Lightning Academy, he was the only one who had captured the Source Spirit.
Therefore, Wang Bingyang, who possessed the strength of a 7th stage Essence Cultivator, was actually not weak!
However, he had always been cautious and liked to make small movements. Therefore, when faced with Ye Meng's threat, he did not dare to attack.
But now, he had already fought Ye Meng. Naturally, he would let go of this matter entirely.
Wang Bingyang's Source Spirit was a fierce tiger, and it was called the Tyrant Saber Tiger.
Tyrant Saber Tiger was considered a red level Demonic Beast. If it was placed in the outside world, many of the students present could easily hunt it down.
However, in the Primordial Spirit Tower, when their levels returned to zero and they needed to level up again, they spent a lot of effort hunting this Tyrannical Saber Tiger.
They even paid the price of over ten students being injured before killing the Tyrant Saber Tiger and taking out the Source Spirit.
Therefore, when Wang Bingyang used the Tyrant Saber Tiger's Source Spirit, the Lightning Academy's students immediately became excited.
"Senior, blow him up!"1
"devilish brat hates it the most! Senior, beat him up!"
"Tyrannical Saber Tiger, explode!"
"That kid doesn't have Source Spirits. Senior will definitely win this time!"
Very quickly, the Lightning Academy's students also discovered that Ye Meng seemed to only be at level one. Furthermore, he didn't have any Source Spirits. All of them became excited.
Even Wang Bingyang was overjoyed by this.
He never thought that Ye Meng would really be an embroidered pillow.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Wang Bingyang said in his heart. He controlled the Tyrannical Saber Tiger and threw it at Ye Meng!
As the name suggested, the Tyrannical Saber Tiger's claws were extremely sharp, like steel blades.
With this casual lunge, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard, and the sound of air being torn could be heard.
Two beams of cold light shot towards Ye Meng like lightning.
This was the basic skill of the Tyrannical Saber Tiger, a fierce slash!
Ye Meng did not panic at all when he saw the incoming blade light.
Putting aside everything here, it was just a simulation of everyone's thoughts.
Even if Ye Meng really encountered the Tyrannical Saber Tiger, he was afraid that the tiger wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest.
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