2012 Dispose of Them
It was hard to believe that not only were these lowly ants from the Lower Star Domain arrogant, they could even cripple so many of his level-seven spiritual cultivators all at once!
What kind of strength was this?
Zhao He glanced toward the people from Apex Academy with lingering fear.
He was unaware that a good many venerable spirit realm and venerable immortal realm experts had mixed in among this group from Apex Academy.
If not because these experts feared that Heavenly Law would come to seek trouble and thus defended as appropriate, it was impossible for this remaining half of Zhao He's subordinates to still be standing.
If the Little Despot and them got serious, it would be no use at all even if Zhao He brought hundreds or thousands of grand spiritual cultivators with him.
In the face of absolute strength, Zhao He could only submit.
As long as he still wanted to live, he had to lower his head while he could.
However, Zhao He could not calm down when he thought of Zhao Li, his only son.
No! He couldn't abandon his son like this.
He could not let Zhao Li die unjustly like this. He had to get justice from that expressionless girl in front of him!
Even, even if he couldn't get justice. He, he would make her pay!
Before Zhao Li could continue pestering them, Mo Lian stated coldly, "Dispose of them."
"Yes!" Four to five hidden guards immediately appeared from behind. Under Tung's lead, they immobilized the panic-stricken Zhao He with their spiritual energy and dragged along Zhao He's disciples before vanishing from everybody's sight.
Miss Qiao blinked her eyes and swung Mo Lian's wrist. "Who is he? How come I've never seen him before."
"His name is Tung. Since the emperor sent him, I'm using him for now and we'll see." He still lacked manpower at the moment, so he would have to slowly replenish when they returned to the Divine Province.
Qiao Mu nodded. "Oh."
"Qiaoqiao, don't worry." Mo Lian stroked her cheek. "You can leave these miscellaneous people to me."
Qiao Mu couldn't care less about dealing with Zhao He. Since Crown Prince Mo was taking charge for her, Miss Qiao naturally… was glad for the leisure.
"Lian, that person called Tung was sent by the Divine Province Emperor?"
"Mhm." Mo Lian nodded.
"Is he reliable?"
"I still don't know for now." Mo Lian shook his head. "But at present, he does listen to orders and hasn't caused me any trouble."
Qiao Mu responded with an "oh." "Okay then."
The interrupted competition resumed its tranquility after Zhao He and his group got towed away.
It was only tranquil on the surface though. As for everybody's terrified gazes when they looked at Mo Lian, Qiao Mu couldn't care less about what they thought.
"We will proceed with the first component of the finals in the afternoon."
"You can return to your inns to rest until noon."
Everyone: …
Doesn't your competition have too tight of a schedule!
Are you itching to use even the time spent for sleep and meals too?
They had to fight so many battles in a short few days against such strong opponents at such a rapid pace!
Many of them had long been unable to bear it. Thus, no one bickered when they heard that they could only rest for half the day. They directly hurried back to their inns with their team.
"You've got to be kidding." Zhou Danjin complained indignantly. "This year's competition is simply an awful mess with a foul atmosphere! Who is coming up with these lousy ideas all day! It's all a bundle of tricks!"
The little fatty and the others placated Mentor Zhou. Afterwards, they returned to Anping Inn with the mentors.
Qiao Mu was indifferent about it.
