Song Zhenwei's face was filled with excitement, his eyes wide, waiting to see how Ji Mo would deal with Meng Qi.
The scene of Ji Mo casually wielding two swords to eliminate six peak Spirit Emperors of Sheng Ling Academy was still vivid in his memory. Now, without the Immortal Sword in hand, he wanted to see what methods Ji Mo would employ.
However, Ji Mo showed no intention of making a move.
He shouted loudly, "Dean, go for it."
Song Zhenwei was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Ji Mo wanted him to act. But then, he was filled with gratitude.
The moment he had backed down earlier had been seen by many students. Mr. Ji was giving him a chance to regain his dignity.
Mr. Ji was truly thoughtful!
Song Zhenwei felt a warmth spread through his heart.
"Just a beast dares to cause trouble in my Langya, do you really think my Langya Academy fears your Seven Fiends Alliance?"
He let out a high cry and bravely charged towards Meng Qi, intending to re-establish his imposing image in front of the students.
"Song Zhenwei, are you insane? How dare a mere Langya Academy provoke the majesty of my Seven Fiends Alliance."
Meng Qi never expected Song Zhenwei to be so audacious as to actually attack him.
Did he not know the consequences of offending him?
"You injured someone from my Langya Academy and attempted to snatch my students, and you still have the nerve to talk back?"
Song Zhenwei attacked forcefully, directly taking out an Emperor Armament, intending to crush his opponent with the strongest stance.
This was a golden opportunity. As long as he showed an attitude of defiance against the Seven Fiends Alliance and defeated Meng Qi, Langya Academy's reputation would undoubtedly soar.
Since Mr. Ji had given the word, there was no need to hesitate. Just fight!
Instantly, Song Zhenwei engaged in battle with Meng Qi.
Ji Mo, on the other hand, walked towards Grandpa Wang, who was injured and lying on the ground.
Fighting was out of the question.
The Seven Fiends Alliance, judging by its name, was surely no good. It was definitely a dark force. It was better to let the Dean handle it; he didn't want to get himself into trouble.
At this moment, Grandpa Wang had already woken up. He felt that his dantian was shattered, his cultivation completely lost, and his face was devoid of hope.
For a cultivator, the greatest fear was not death, but the loss of cultivation. That feeling was like falling from the clouds to the dust, bringing despair.
"Grandpa Wang, don't panic, it's not a serious injury."
Ji Mo comforted him softly. In his eyes, as long as one was not on the brink of death, everything else was just a minor injury.
Hearing this comforting remark, Grandpa Wang's expression worsened.
His dantian was ruined, and it was still not a serious injury? Was this how one comforted people?
Long Dazui, standing nearby, rolled his large, colorful eyes and shook his head repeatedly, thinking Ji Mo had very low emotional intelligence and didn't even know how to comfort people. How could Song Weixi fall for someone like this? He felt his defeat was truly unjust.
"Bear with it for a moment, I'll be able to cure you soon."
After carefully examining Grandpa Wang's injuries, Ji Mo began his treatment.
Grandpa Wang felt that Ji Mo's face was too smooth and unreliable. He wanted to refuse.
Even though he was crippled now, he was still alive. If Ji Mo messed around with him, he might lose his life.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Ji Mo take out a handful of pills and stuff them into his mouth.
Immediately, Ji Mo took out silver needles from his怀 and began the treatment.
"Ninth-grade Spirit Pill!"
Grandpa Wang was dumbfounded, unable to believe that he had consumed so many priceless pills at once!
Long Dazui's mouth began to water uncontrollably. He had never seen anyone so extravagant. His gaze towards Ji Mo was filled with a greedy light.
He thought to himself that he must build a good relationship with Ji Mo in the future and find a way to taste some Ninth-grade Spirit Pills.
Ji Mo applied the Four Symbols Acupuncture technique, combined with the Ninth-grade Spirit Pills, to begin repairing Grandpa Wang's dantian.
This process did not take much time.
Grandpa Wang's mind went blank. He hadn't expected that in just half a stick of incense, his dantian would be completely restored, even more resilient than before, and his cultivation had surged.
He had originally been at the early stage of the Spirit Saint realm, but he quickly advanced to the peak of the Spirit Saint realm.
He was completely stunned, never imagining that he would turn misfortune into fortune and gain such a great opportunity.
"No, I need to find an opportunity to have Ji Mo needle me too."
Long Dazui was extremely envious. If being needled could boost one's cultivation, he would be willing to be needled every day.
Meng Qi roared continuously, suppressed by Song Zhenwei, and was forced to retreat step by step.
He glanced sideways and saw that Grandpa Wang, who had been lying in a pool of blood, had stood up full of vigor, his aura even stronger than before. He was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out.
What kind of medical skill was this, to repair a shattered dantian in such a short time!
And it was one thing for the injury to be healed, but why had his cultivation also increased significantly?
Meng Qi, already at a disadvantage, was distracted at this moment, and immediately revealed an opening.
Song Zhenwei seized the opportunity and directly struck him down with a saber.
"Song Zhenwei, you wait for me. This matter is not over."
Meng Qi was not lightly injured. Blood surged in his chest, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He scrambled to his feet, uttered a harsh threat, and turned to leave.
He would report this matter to Sun Zhi as soon as possible, and the Seven Fiends Alliance would definitely send experts to kill Song Zhenwei and destroy Langya Academy.
Anyone who dared to offend the Seven Fiends Alliance would only meet with death.
"What, you want to leave?"
Ji Mo said faintly, "You injured our Grandpa Wang, and this matter cannot be let go just like that."
"Heh, what can you do to me?"
Meng Qi sneered, believing that Langya Academy would never dare to do anything to him.
"Apologize to our Grandpa Wang and provide compensation. Also, why were you planning to snatch my student? Tell me honestly."
Ji Mo said, wanting to understand the reason why the other party wanted Lin Mengmeng.
"Who do you think you are, asking me to apologize to a watchdog? You're dreaming."
Meng Qi's face was contorted with rage. He felt this was deliberate humiliation, asking him, a dignified peak Demon Emperor, to apologize to an ant. It was impossible.
As for why he wanted the "Heaven Suppressing Hegemonic Body," it was a matter of great importance and could not be revealed.
"Watchdog?"
A hint of anger appeared on Ji Mo's face. He had a habit of not tolerating anyone acting arrogantly in front of him.
So, he strode up to Meng Qi and said coldly, "Say that again if you dare."
"Trying to scare me? What if I say it a hundred times? Look... dog..."
Meng Qi's face was full of mockery.
But the next second, his expression turned to one of horror.
Without a word, Ji Mo grabbed his collar and slammed his entire body onto the ground.
Then, he grabbed Meng Qi's wrist, swung him around, and repeatedly smashed him onto the ground.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's how you smash him!"
Long Dazui shouted excitedly. This was how he had been subdued by Ji Mo back then. The exhilarating feeling still made his scalp tingle and his body tremble with coldness.
This scene shocked everyone present.
When did a peak Demon Emperor become so weak, like a dead dog, with no room to struggle, being smashed around by Ji Mo?
Such a fierce scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.