However, after waiting for a long time, the imagined power of thunder and fire still did not appear.
Has the power of the first director failed?
These mentors and stewards were secretly shocked, not understanding the situation.
"Why are you still standing there, do you look good there?" Soon after, their ears rang again with Wei Qingqing's voice.
At this time, these mentors and stewards had no more courage to stay in place. They quickly turned around and fled, disappearing in a blink of an eye, returning to their own residences. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel(ꜰ)ire.net
There was only one thought in their minds: they really had seen a ghost.
The director actually broke the rules, and the power of the first director did not take effect!
"They hesitated, seemingly waiting for the soul device you left in the Saint Institute to attack me," in the inner courtyard, Wei Qingqing looked at her brother Wei Wushuang beside her and sneered, "A bunch of idiots."
"They don't know the truth, why bother insulting them?" Wei Wushuang was helpless regarding his sister.
Breaking the rules he had set in the past, Wei Wushuang did not find it a big deal.
Yan Ruqian, upon speaking those words, was already equivalent to being dead.
Ye Xin was his sister's disciple. He dared to speak that way. Not to mention Lin Qian, Wei Qingqing would probably personally take action to execute this guy.
As for Lin Qian's gesture of acting without hesitation, Wei Qingqing greatly appreciated it, acknowledging him as a man. Her disciple didn't choose wrongly while giving Wei Wushuang a scornful look.
This glance made Wei Wushuang feel very aggrieved. He didn't understand how this was related to him again.
At this moment, Lin Qian sealed the heavens and the earth, and everyone was dumbfounded the moment those mentors turned and left.
Originally, when the mentors and stewards from the Saint Institute appeared, they thought this matter was settled, with Lin Qian being taken to the Punishment Hall and ending in death.
Little did they expect, these mentors and stewards from the Saint Institute merely circled this place before turning to leave.
Rather than leaving, in everyone's eyes, their departure seemed more like a hurried escape.
The other onlookers were merely shocked and puzzled, yet Yan Ruqian's heart was filled with fear.
"How could this be, what have you done!" After a while, Yan Ruqian widened his eyes, angrily looking at Lin Qian. He couldn't understand why this had happened.
Were the rules of the Sea Spiral Holy Institute not unbreakable, were they not supposed to refrain from acting randomly against others?
Why did Lin Qian act against him without any effect, even provocatively challenging the Saint Institute, claiming he would directly execute him?
When the mentors and stewards of the Saint Institute arrived, they didn't care about the matter here, turning to leave.
Did these mentors and stewards forget the rules of the Saint Institute, forget their own duties?
"Hmm, tea time is up." At this moment, Lin Qian finally spoke, his lips curling into a contemptuous smile, "Just now, I already said, it's decided to behead you, even the Saint Institute won't object."
"What does this indicate? It indicates that the Saint Institute disapproves of your actions, executing you is perfectly justified and rightful."
After Yan Ruqian's shock and anger, his expression turned ferocious, as the aura belonging to the Ninth Level of the World Realm burst out completely. His eyes were cold, even bordering on madness: "Even if you possess such great power, so what, you are merely at the First Level of the World Realm."
But as soon as Yan Ruqian finished speaking, he was already dumbfounded.
Indeed, the opponent was merely at the First Level of the World Realm, yet within this realm, he overwhelmed the Overlord Hall.
Compared to the Overlord Hall, he was not particularly strong either. The opponent could completely summon his terrifying subordinates to execute him, seemingly without difficulty.
Finally, fear of death surfaced on Yan Ruqian's face.
Unfortunately, since entering the Sea Spiral Holy Institute, Lin Qian had hardly displayed his full strength, and others naturally didn't know he possessed the symbol of the Human Ancestor.
If they knew of this, Yan Ruqian would never dare to provoke Lin Qian, as he was indeed human.
Lin Qian took another step towards the opponent's direction, with crackling golden thunderbolt power encircling his body. The Thunder Night Sword was armed successfully, appearing in his hand.
The imperial presence condensed, imperial eyes opened, carrying the domineering emperor's pressure, Lin Qian advanced step by step towards Yan Ruqian.
"Stop him, all together, everyone go!" Watching Lin Qian advancing in his direction, Yan Ruqian shouted frantically, gesturing for others to quickly block him.
Yan Ruqian's followers, all being warriors unafraid of death, lowly roared as they rushed towards Lin Qian, bursting with soul energy, each a strong figure from the World Realm.
Lin Qian sauntered leisurely, casually swinging the Thunder Night Sword in his hand upwards, erupting with a bright thunder sword light.
In mid-air, seemingly a golden Thunder Dragon streaked across among the crowd, appearing suddenly in this world, yet without much momentum, this peculiar disparity made people uncomfortable.
But as the lightning disappeared, the hundred World Realm soul martial artists charging at Lin Qian froze as if their posture was immobilized.
Lin Qian moved through this immobile crowd.
These hundred people instantly turned into charred corpses, flying up as scattered black ash, swirling, yet without a trace brushing past Lin Qian.
Yan Ruqian's warrior followers continued to charge towards Lin Qian relentlessly.
And Lin Qian seemed as though he was strolling in his backyard, completely ignoring the crowd surrounding him.
Only when someone closed in did he casually swing the Thunder Night Sword in his hand.
Each swing turned hundreds into ashes, without a trace left of their corpses.
No matter how unafraid of death the warriors were, they were ultimately flesh and blood, not made of iron and stone. They did not fear death, but they feared such an effortless demise.
No resistance, no battle, just charging forward, followed by death, vanishing in dust.
From beginning to end, tens of thousands had died at Lin Qian's hands, yet his soul energy was not depleted in the slightest.
These were World Realm warriors, not mere cabbage.
Just a casual swing could break their defenses, which was simply too exaggerated.
When Lin Qian ultimately stood before Yan Ruqian, the latter had already collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.
Tens of thousands of warriors had already vanished without a trace, with no one to guard him anymore.
Despite the opponent being at the First Level of the World Realm and himself at the Ninth Level, Yan Ruqian at this moment had no fierce aura left, only deep fear.
Even for himself, facing those tens of thousands of warriors would lead to an easy obliteration.
These warriors were not ordinary fodder; they were gifts from his father, a line of defense for his life.
"Didn't I say I wouldn't deceive you?" Lin Qian finally grinned.