Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

Chapter 1546

What courage and strength it takes to kill the genius of the demigod race.

He felt more and more that his decision to follow was absolutely correct.

Shi Hao, Jiang Yunfei (Ge Yang), Hua Chenyu, Jin Hong and others quickly surrounded Ning Feng with serious expressions but no fear.

Now that they have come this far, what storm are they afraid of?

There's nothing much to say about the demigods, just kill them.

Jiang Yunfei grinned: "What a relief! This kind of bastard should have been killed long ago!"

Ning Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferent.

It was as if he had just casually swatted a noisy fly.

He glanced at the messy top floor of the restaurant and the empty surroundings, and said calmly, "Let's disperse, Shen Yuan, find a quiet place and continue discussing the academy."

"Yes, master!" Shen Yuan responded immediately, with a gleam in his eyes.

……

The news of Shenzhilong's death spread like wildfire throughout the Shanhe Academy at an astonishing speed.

And it quickly spread to the great star power behind the academy.

Inside the demigods' stronghold in the astral realm, the atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified lead.

An old man with standing hair and beard, and blood as hot as a furnace, suddenly crushed the jade communication talisman in his hand. The terrifying aura instantly crushed all the objects in the hall into powder!

"Ning! Feng! How dare you, an ant, kill my son? Ahh ...

The roar made the space buzz. He was the direct elder of the Shenzhilong lineage.

God Yan!

A veteran martial god at the peak of his powers, only one step away from the legendary realm.

And the Shenzhilong was none other than his son. He had a son in his old age and doted on the Shenzhilong very much.

I didn't expect that he would be beheaded like this.

"Elder, calm down. Ningfeng is right here in the Shanhe Academy!"

"We will immediately capture him, extract his soul and refine his spirit, and offer it to the spirit of Master Zhilong in heaven!"

Several powerful demigod warriors below asked for orders in unison, their auras surging with murderous intent.

"Shanhe Academy..." Anger and fear intertwined in Shen Yan's eyes.

The school has a profound foundation, with many royal families and even the shadow of gods involved.

Even the demigods would have to think twice before charging in on a large scale to capture people.

"Prepare the gifts. I will personally go to see the 'Prince of Zhenyue' of the Mountain and River Academy!"

Shen Yan suppressed his anger, his voice icy cold, "I want to see whether the academy is going to protect a lunatic from a lowly race, or give us demigods an explanation!"

"If the academy won't give it to me... hmph, then I will kill thousands of miles away, no matter how hard I try!"

The bloody implication in the unfinished words made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

At the same time, communication symbols carrying the unique divine fluctuations of the demigods broke through the air.

Flying into the depths of the astral realm is a signal to summon more powerful people and exert greater pressure.

The dignity of the demigods must be washed with blood!

……

"King Cangqiong, Ning Feng killed a demigod. What do you think?"

"How can I see... Ning Feng... why did he suddenly do such a brainless thing? Can he afford to provoke the demigods?"

"Hey."

King Cang Qiong and Huang Daoling talked for a while, and in the end, there was only a sigh.

They value Ning Feng's potential.

They value more the disruptive value of his identity "Ningfeng" in the star realm.

But the weight of the demigods is too heavy.

Save?

The cost is too high and it may trigger a direct confrontation between humans and demigods. It is not a wise move.

Not guaranteed?

It would be such a pity to lose Ningfeng, a person with infinite potential.

They chose to wait and see for the time being and passed the ball to Shanhe Academy.

……

Deep within the Shanhe Academy, there is an ancient palace suspended above the sea of clouds.

A middle-aged man wearing a star robe, with an ancient face and an aura as deep as the sea, was sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

He is one of the three vice presidents of Shanhe Academy, in charge of foreign affairs and punishment.

Prince Zhenyue, Huangfu Song.

"Deputy Dean, Elder Shen Yan of the Demigod Clan has arrived outside the mansion, and he is demanding that the academy hand over Ning Feng and severely punish the murderer."

A school steward reported respectfully.

Huangfu Song slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with galaxies of disillusionment: "I understand."

"Elder Shen Yan, please go to the 'Zhenyue Hall' and wait for a moment."

His voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.

After the deacon left, the space in front of Huangfu Song fluctuated slightly.

A blurry projection appeared, it was another vice-president, with an even more ethereal aura.

"Huangfu, what do you think about this matter?" The projected voice was cold.

"The demigods are used to being domineering. Divine Pheasant Dragon provoked them and was killed. They deserved it." Huangfu Song said in a cold tone, "But with Divine Flame's personal presence, the pressure is considerable. While the academy is not afraid, it's not appropriate to completely break off relations with the demigods over a new student."

"This Ningfeng boy... is very extraordinary."

The projection pondered, "The people behind him, especially Ge Yang from the Tianlong Clan, are actually willing to follow him. This itself is strange."

"The ten-arm magical power he displayed is definitely not something that ordinary people can possess."

"When I killed the Divine Pheasant Dragon, that power... was pure, yet also strange."

Huangfu Song said, "What do you mean?"

The projection continued, "The academy is about to begin the fight for the 'Daotian World'. We paid a huge price to create a stable gap in the Harvest World. The Daotian Holy Fruit is of great importance and cannot be lost."

"If we don't, we won't be able to afford the blame from the gods."

The projected voice turned serious. "We need a 'knife' that's sharp enough, crazy enough, and can attract firepower enough."

"I now feel that this Ningfeng... no matter what his identity is, in short, his current status seems to be very suitable for this knife."

"The pressure from the demigods can serve as a whetstone for him, and it can also divert the excessive attention of other forces from the Daotian World."