Chapter 1541: Teacher, Please Let Your Student Vent for You!

"War Child, what do you mean by this?"

Recognizing who it was, Ren Qingyuan's face involuntarily twitched as he suppressed the fury in his chest: "You need to remember who gave you everything you have now. If we wish, the Master Hall can take away everything that belongs to you at any time!"

"Take away everything?"

Turning around, Zheng Yang shook his head, too lazy to say more: "Whatever makes you happy!"

With that, he lightly stamped his foot and flew straight toward Zhang Xuan.

"War Child Zheng Yang, what kind of attitude is that?"

With a flicker, Elder Qu blocked his path, his fury blazing as if about to explode.

Though he had been poisoned earlier, as a Nine-Star Master Teacher, he had plenty of antidotes, and with his formidable strength, after recovering for a while, he could move freely without much trouble.

"Move aside!" Zheng Yang raised his eyelids.

"How dare you! Is that how you speak to a Nine-Star Master Teacher?"

Elder Qu immediately exploded, anger flushing his face.

This Zhang Xuan's students were each more arrogant than the last. The Poison Hall, Soul Hall, and Spirit Awakener Guild presidents we can't control, but the War Teacher Hall is subordinate to the Master Hall—a subsidiary unit. And you still dare to be insolent? You're asking for death!

"Then what attitude do you want? Kneeling?"

Zheng Yang looked over.

"No need to kneel, just let you know that your current strength is all thanks to the Master Hall. You should be grateful and not ruin your own future..."

Elder Qu shouted, but before his voice ended, his hairs suddenly stood on end as he saw a spear thrust straight at him, its fierce aura seeming to grind even his primordial spirit into powder.

"You..."

Without pausing, he flipped his palm, and a long sword appeared before him, meeting the spear tip. With a "ding!" he felt a surge of power crashing along his arm, as if it would shatter all the meridians in his body.

Pfft!

The sword flew from his hand, and he spat a mouthful of blood. Elder Qu was sent flying backward, and while still in the air, he saw the spear shaft swinging toward him.

Terrified, he shrank his body and hurriedly raised both palms to meet it.

Crack! Crack!

Under the immense force, both his arms were dislocated. His figure in the air, like a baseball hit away, crashed straight into the ground, creating a huge pit and sending dust everywhere.

"You asked for it, daring to lecture me?"

After sending Elder Qu flying, Zheng Yang acted as if he had done something trivial, casually clapping his hands and withdrawing his spear.

"Elder Qu..."

"What are you doing?"

Not expecting this fellow to have no scruples and directly strike Elder Qu flying, the surrounding master teachers were all in an uproar. They gathered around, furious enough to explode.

"Want to make a move on me?"

Seeing them charge, Zheng Yang was not nervous; instead, he raised his head: "They want to kill your War Child. If you don't want to lose your hall master, stop them!"

Whoosh!

As his voice ended, everyone felt their vision blur. The space around them twisted, and eight elderly figures abruptly appeared before them, each exuding a powerful aura of slaughter, clearly just stepped out of a battlefield, carrying a bloody scent.

Hum!

The eight elders simultaneously drew their long swords, and cracks appeared in the space before the many master teachers.

"Everyone, please stop. When on campaign, a general may refuse the sovereign's orders. Our War Teacher Hall has finally gained a War Child and a hall master; we don't want any problems..."

One elder looked around and spoke loudly.

"Rebellion, it's truly rebellion..."

Seeing this, Ren Qingyuan felt as if he was about to explode, raging flames burning in his chest.

The Master Hall had been established for tens of thousands of years, always commanding others, inspiring awe and admiration. Never had any force dared to openly oppose it... Today, not only did he see it, but four at once...

"There's no rebellion or not. Water can carry a boat but also overturn it. If the Master Hall is always correct, no one would object. But if it takes the wrong path, everyone will rebel!"

Smiling faintly, Zheng Yang ignored the Nine-Star Master Teachers surrounding him. With a flicker, he landed on the ground, bent his knees, and knelt down.

"Disciple Zheng Yang pays respects to Teacher!"

"Rise!"

Zhang Xuan nodded.

He hadn't expected that in just a few months, Zheng Yang had grown up and reached a level even he found hard to fathom.

"Teacher, I heard that the reason the Master Hall issued the wanted order is because the Zhang family slandered you, saying you used treasures from the Otherworldly Tribe... Is that true or not?"

Standing up, Zheng Yang looked at him respectfully.

"Probably," Zhang Xuan paused, then nodded.

He wasn't sure exactly why the Master Hall had issued the wanted order, but it must have started with the Zhang family's uproar.

At that time, to rush and save Zhao Ya, he had borrowed the power of the Fiend. Perhaps that was why they reported it as such.

The Master Hall had always been wary of the Otherworldly Tribe. It was possible they had believed the Zhang family and over-punished him.

"Teacher single-handedly fought the Otherworldly Tribe and annihilated a royal clan, yet they didn't reward your merits. Instead, they convict you based on something trivial and unverifiable... The Zhang family, quite impressive! It seems the title of number one family has spoiled them over the years!"

With a cold laugh, Zheng Yang bowed with clasped hands: "Teacher, please let your student vent for you!"

"Vent?"

Zhang Xuan knew his student was hot-tempered and daring, so he nodded: "Don't kill anyone, just teach them a lesson!"

"Yes!"

Nodding, Zheng Yang shook his spear, producing a loud hum, then looked around: "Ru Yan, Lu Chong, the Zhang family, Saint Child Hall, and Icefield Palace bullied our teacher and framed him. Are you willing to join me in avenging our teacher and upholding his dignity?"

"Of course!"

Wei Ruyan stepped forward.

"Duty-bound!"

Lu Chong also came to his side.

"Good..."

Laughing heartily, Zheng Yang raised his eyelids with a cold glare: "Zhang Wuhen, you attacked my teacher, wounded him, and ordered his pursuit and siege... The enmity of insulting my teacher is irreconcilable. I, Zheng Yang, fight on behalf of my teacher today. Do you dare to accept?"

Whoosh!

With that, he shook his spear again, and ripples appeared in the space, as if everything around would shatter.

"You want to challenge me?"

Not expecting this teenager to directly challenge him, Zhang Wuhen's mouth twitched, and he clenched his fist: "Fine..."

Boom!

Before he could finish, a sudden gust of wind sounded. Zhang Wuhen quickly looked up and saw a plump figure falling straight down from the sky.

Crack!

Several ribs were broken. Without even the strength to resist, he was sat into the ground, leaving only half his head exposed, teeth scattered all over, spitting blood profusely.

"Fellow senior and junior brothers, how come you started the match without calling me? Look, I'm late..."

The owner of the butt smiled lightly, revealing white teeth.