The Expert floating in the sky prepared to unleash a second devastating strike when suddenly, he sensed a powerful aura rushing toward him from behind.

"Damn it!" he cursed, gritting his teeth.

Still, he refused to abandon his mission. Gathering all his strength, he hurled another attack at the Mountain Shield Array.

Boom!

The Mountain shield Array trembled violently, its golden surface cracking under the immense force.

Thin, jagged lines spread like spiderwebs across the barrier.

Inside the mansion, Jun Wu and the others stared at the spreading cracks with grave expressions.

The array held once again, but another attack would certainly shatter it into pieces.

Everyone held their breath, fists clenched tight.

The oppressive tension in the air was suffocating.

Then, from afar, a furious roar thundered across the night sky.

"How dare you?!"

Whoosh!

The atmosphere twisted violently as a horrifying pressure descended, distorting the very air itself.

High above, the Expert cultivator's face darkened. His instincts screamed at him, and he quickly shifted into a defensive stance.

"Humph!" he snorted, trying to steady himself.

But what greeted him was not hesitation, it was a monstrous fist.

Bang!

The strike smashed through his defenses like paper and slammed directly into his chest.

A sickening crunch echoed as his ribs snapped.

The air in his lungs exploded out of him, his organs twisted painfully out of place.

Ahhh!

A miserable scream tore from his throat as his body was flung like a broken doll.

He slammed into the ground with bone-shattering force, creating a deep crater that split the ground.

Dust and debris exploded into the air.

The difference in strength between him was just too great.

Hovering above the mansion, the old dean glared coldly at the remaining Master Realm warriors.

His gaze was sharp enough to pierce bone.

"It seems my academy has been quiet for too many years," he mused in a chilling tone. "Quiet enough for rats like you to dare attack in my city."

His figure flickered and vanished.

The speed was terrifying.

On the ground, the five Master warriors exchanged horrified glances.

Without a word, each turned to escape in different directions.

They knew well that against Expert cultivator, their Master Realm strength was nothing.

"Can you escape?"

The old dean's voice whispered into the ears of the first man before a fist caved his chest in.

His body exploded into a rain of blood.

Cold, merciless, and efficient.

The old dean hunted the others one by one.

Even those who had already fled over a thousand meters were caught within heartbeats.

Each died screaming, their bodies shattered without mercy.

Meanwhile, in the crater, the first Expert cultivator struggled to rise.

His entire body was drenched in blood. Bruises covered him from head to toe, and his robe hung in tatters.

'I need to escape… I can't stay here!'

Panic surged within him.

The old dean's power was far beyond anything he had expected. If he stayed, the only thing awaiting him was death.

Dragging his battered body upright, he tried to launch himself away. But before he could take a single step, the old dean descended from the sky.

The Expert's expression twisted with despair. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"How could this be…?"

He forced himself to stand tall, though his knees trembled.

Desperation twisted into fury as he shouted, "Old Dean, don't force my hand!"

"What if I force it?" the old dean responded coldly. His fist shot forward without hesitation.

The Expert's breath was ragged.

The very air around him constricted, suffocating him like chains.

'Danger!' His instincts screamed.

Desperately, he twisted his body to evade.

Bang! Bang!

He barely slipped past the first strike, but the old dean appeared before him in an instant, unleashing a barrage of punches.

Ahhhh! Ahhhh!

The sound of bones shattering mixed with his agonized howls, echoing through the silent night.

Each blow broke another piece of his body until he was hurled back into the ground, smashing to the ground, creating another crater.

His body was beaten black and blue, his blood soaking the dirt. He coughed violently, regret surging in his heart like poison.

'I can't die here… I can't!' he cried inwardly, terror gripping him.

It had taken him decades of grueling struggle to reach his current realm. He was not ready to see it all end tonight.

Summoning what little strength remained, he prepared to beg for his life. But before he could speak, another aura surged through the night.

A second Expert cultivator appeared at the far end of the street, his presence heavy and cold.

Behind him marched several Master Realm warriors, their steps steady and confident.

The old dean froze mid-strike, turning his piercing gaze toward the newcomers.

"So, there are more of you," he sneered.

The new Expert stepped forward calmly, his voice steady. "Old Dean, I come bearing no ill will toward your city or your academy. I only want the boy, and I will leave quietly."

The old dean's eyes narrowed dangerously. "So, the child is your property now? Something you can claim whenever you please?" His tone dripped with disdain.

The man did not flinch.

The old dean's face darkened.

He despised such hypocrites the most—men who cloaked themselves in civility while preparing their blades.

"Let me make this clear," the old dean thundered, his voice echoing across the street. "That boy is under my protection from this day forward. Anyone who tries any tricks will answer to my fist."

The second Expert's expression hardened. "Old Dean, do you think you alone can stop us? Remember your city. If we target it, do you truly believe you can protect everyone?" His tone was sharp, laced with threat.

Hahaha!

The old dean's laughter boomed like rolling thunder. "Idiot! Do you have any idea how many storms my academy has weathered? And it still stands firm! How dare the fools behind you think you can threaten me with it?"

Whoosh!

He no longer wasted words.

In the blink of an eye, he lunged forward, fist blazing with unstoppable might.

If this man dared threaten his city, then he would carve the lesson into his bones.

"Humph!"

The Expert cultivator sneered and met him head-on, summoning his own power and threw a fist.

Boom!

The two forces collided, creating an earth-shaking explosion.

A horrifying shockwave spread outward, shattering everything on the street.

The old dean merely staggered a single step back.

The other Expert, however, reeled several steps, his balance unsteady.

Beneath his hood, his face twisted in shock.

'How… how could this be?'

'Didn't they say the old dean was injured?'

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