The crisp morning air over the inner peaks did not stay quiet for long.
The news of the complete annihilation of the Vance clan's inner peak elders at the Cloud-Mist Pavilion spread across the Black Fire Academy's martial network like a massive wildfire.
Within an hour, every single corridor of the outer and inner campus districts was filled with a state of absolute, frantic commotion. Cultivators from various prominent noble clans were staring at their glowing ledger crystals in sheer, unadulterated horror. They watched the leaked images of twelve 10th-Class Grand Disciple wizards lying permanently crippled on the hard granite floor.
Tony Clark did not spend a single microsecond reading the chaotic online comments or basking in the glory of his absolute victory. His strategic mind was entirely focused on the final, absolute phase of his revenge.
