Neither Sikong Jian nor Zhou Xiang was willing to concede.
Both were stained with blood, having suffered considerable injuries.
However, their gaze locked onto Qin Hao with icy killing intent.
"Your conflicts end here. Sikong Jian, Zhou Xiang, I know you have been preselected by the higher Universe, destined to become its disciples, but this is no reason to provoke my dojo. Do it again, and I'll show no mercy."
Elder Tu Dao's gaze swept over them, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.
The two shuddered, retreating several steps.
The Saint's killing intent was too vast for them to bear.
They exchanged a glance, ultimately too afraid to offend Tu Dao.
Even though they had been eyed by Qiankun Academy of the higher Universe, and would eventually enter it, Tu Dao wouldn't care about that. If he said he'd kill them, he certainly would.
Their faces turned ashen as they prepared to leave.
