Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Many hours had passed, and on the evening of this day, there were suddenly six people who fled back in a sorry state, startling many students of the Tianwu Academy.    

The severely injured Yun Linger and the others, after several hours, finally returned to the Tianwu Academy.    

Due to being on tenterhooks along the way and being mentally overloaded, now that they had finally returned to Tianwu Academy, their minds relaxed. The six of them immediately sat on the ground and panted heavily without regard for their image, attracting a large number of students.    

The news quickly reached Vice Principal Jun Yueting's ears. After learning of what had happened, he immediately dispatched the law enforcement members, bringing all of them to the Heavencraft Tower.    

Inside Heavencraft Tower, Yun Linger and the rest were being given medicine by Jun Yueting, but his trusted aides were not that well off.    

In a certain floor, Jun Yueting, who was dressed in a grey robe, had his hands behind his back, and his face was ice-cold.    

He looked at the fallen grey-clothed middle-aged man, a cold light flickering in the depths of his eyes.    

"What happened? How did you all become like this?" And Wu Hao and the rest? " At a certain moment, Jun Yueting asked his trusted aide coldly.    

The ice-cold, bone-piercing voice caused his heart to tremble, and his expression to change drastically.    

His originally bloodless face had turned even paler. Bean-sized beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.    

"Master... "Master, your subordinate is incompetent. I was unable to complete the task you had assigned me …"    

grey-clothed middle-aged man replied to him with a trembling voice.    

However, just as he was about to finish, he was interrupted by Jun Yueting with a raise of his hand.    

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't want to hear this from you, so just tell me, what exactly is going on? How did your group get so badly injured?" Jun Yueting stopped him in his tracks, her ice-cold eyes staring straight at him as she coldly asked.    

"This... "This …"    

grey-clothed middle-aged man was instantly speechless, and did not know how to reply.    

This problem was caused by him acting on his own, so for a moment, he couldn't find a reason to excuse himself.    

"Hmph …"    

Facing his reaction, Jun Yueting's expression suddenly sank. With a cold snort, a terrifying aura exploded from his body, instantly crushing towards his opponent.    

In an instant.    

A "pfft" sound rang out as blood spurted out from his mouth. Upon closer inspection, just a slight pressure was sufficient to leave him on the verge of death.    

"Speak! Speak the truth, or else you'll die …"    

Jun Yueting said coldly while carrying both of his hands behind his back, his expression as overcast as water.    

The moment the words left his mouth, grey-clothed middle-aged man's face instantly turned as white as paper.    

He hastily explained with a shaky voice, "Master …" Master, is … "It's like this …"    

After spending almost an incense worth of time, grey-clothed middle-aged man described everything that happened after he entered the ancient tomb, not daring to hide anything from him.    

After he finished speaking, he fainted.    

At this moment.    

Jun Yueting's expression could be said to be emotionless, his entire face was as cold as ice.    

After listening to grey-clothed middle-aged man's story, his heart was filled with haze.    

He had done everything he could to arrange everything, but his trusted aide had actually messed it up just like that. It was obvious how manic he was right now.    

"Trash, what's the use of me keeping trash like you around?"    

After an unknown period of time, he suddenly said this ice-cold sentence.    

He raised his hand, and a purple flame appeared in his palm.