"I've had enough, your Mingde Academy won't hear the end of this!"
"You..."
Feeling Li Yan's ruthless aura, ready to burn everything to the ground, Mr. Zhao was momentarily speechless.
He suddenly remembered, Li Yan also held the title of a living Yin messenger.
What if this madman really unleashed yin soldiers at the Academy...
"Good! Such boldness from the Twelve Primordial Spirits!"
Mr. Zhao suppressed his anger, his words squeezed through clenched teeth, "Let's see how you clean up this mess!"
Having uttered his threats, he ultimately dared not order a forceful attack, angrily flicking his sleeves as he retreated back to the formation.
"Hmph! No need for you to worry..."
Li Yan rolled his eyes, standing guard with his sword outside the Chamber of Commerce's entrance.
