Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1789: He Yangsun Makes His Move and Summoning the Dean Again

Chapter 1789: He Yangsun Makes His Move and Summoning the Dean Again

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Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Sun Cast Academy, was not one to tolerate any nonsense.

Once, he personally intervened to expel a descendant of a divine-level powerhouse from the academy Sun Cast City.

He was a rare divine-level powerhouse in the world, even a primordial divine-level, not afraid of anyone daring to retaliate.

In control of such immense power at Sun Cast Academy, Zhao Qiyang wouldn’t fear anyone.

At this moment, his expression was extremely serious.

The judges smiled as they looked at Liang Qiyuan with a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Even if the head instructor was not punished this time, he would probably be scolded by the dean.

The head instructor was highly valued by the dean. He had been nurtured along the way from a disciple back then.

This time, the head instructor was destined to be unlucky.

His favoritism and corruption were clear to everyone here.

“Dean, this is the name list on Hill No. 14.” Liang Qiyuan’s expression did not change. He shot out a spiritual light and displayed it in front of the light screen.

On that beam of light were indeed the names of everyone on Hill No. 14.

The top name on the list was Han Mu.

Everyone looked at the name list and then at Dean Zhao Qiyang.

In the light screen, Zhao Qiyangs face stiffened slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at Liang Qiyuan, then snorted.

The dean was about to get angry!

Everyone was looking forward to it.

However, in the next moment, the light screen dissipated.

The dean, he’s ignoring it…

Fair, impartial, and incorruptible, the dean, who wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense, turned a blind eye to the head instructor’s corruption!

All the judges were dumbfounded as they watched this scene, not knowing what to do.

How could the dean ignore it?

“Everyone, disperse,” Liang Qiyuan!s voice rang out. The judges lowered their heads and each turned away.

Well, let it go.

The judge who wanted to appeal had changing expressions on his face. In the end, he shook his head and returned to his seat.

What else could they do?

If even the dean didn’t care, what could they do?

Who exactly was Hill No. 14 that Liang Qiyuan wanted to protect?

Everyone was extremely curious.

Ahead, on the vast screen, the trial battles of the seventh day were in full swing.

The Black-Winged Skylarks covered the sky, shrouding the surrounding s.p.a.ce,

On every mountain ridge, the trial disciples who formed battle teams attacked with all their might.

Level nine powerhouse Gao Zhengtai wore his battle armor and charged forward. The long saber in his hand slashed horizontally, cutting the body of a black skylark in half.

Behind him were all powerhouses with strong fighting spirit. Whether they were puppet masters or armor masters, they were all extremely powerful.

With a slash, he blocked the skylarks claw that pressed down toward his head. Gao Zhengtai turned his head and looked at a nearby mountain peak.

“That kid from the Nalan Clan can’t hold on much longer, right?”

He sneered, and killing intent appeared in his eyes. “How dare you get so close to Yan Ke’er? You’re simply seeking death.”

Upon hearing his words, another black-armored man snorted coldly.

“Instructor Yan Ke r er is one of the rare female instructors in Sun Cast Academy. Who’s disrespectful to her? This Nalan Moran is really too bold.” The others beside Gao Zhengtai also showed displeasure.

On a distant mountain ridge, Nalan Moran had already exerted all his strength. With a long spear in his hand, he controlled his battle armor and swept across all the Black-Winged Skylarks in front of him.

“There aren’t many Skylarks left after blocking this wave,” he muttered.

Behind him, the exhausted armor masters and puppet masters gritted their teeth, barely resisting the attacks of those huge Skylarks. It was almost the same on all the mountain ridges.

Everyone was holding on with all their might, waiting for this wave of beast tide to end.

A bit more relaxed might be true powerhouses like Feng Jiutian, who could ensure their own undefeated status against these beasts.

Of course, there was also Hill No. 14.

On Hill No. 14, more than a dozen huge stone battle puppets guarded the surrounding s.p.a.ce.

Any Black-Winged Skylark that dared to come was smashed to pieces by the raised arms.

These battle puppets had low defense but strong attack power. Even if their bodies were shattered, there were other battle puppets swiftly filling the gaps to protect the position.

This way, as long as the armor masters and puppet masters in the rear operated those disposable battle puppets, they didn’t have to worry about anything else.

This kind of battlefield was the easiest.

“Dang—

The afterglow of the setting sun was endlessly beautiful.

The flying larks flew towards the crack in the sky and disappeared into the distance.

The previously obscured sky revealed its vastness.

“Finally, they’re gone…” Someone’s legs gave out, sitting down and gasping for breath, enjoying the joy of surviving a calamity.

“Sob sob, gone, all gone…” Someone knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, the mountain peaks around them now empty, the former figures turned into corpses covering the ground.

On Hill No. 14, the stone puppets waving their arms gradually stopped.

Many people showed regret on their faces.

“We only have half of our battle puppets left. Why did they leave?” Someone muttered and turned to look at the battle puppets piled up in the fortifications.

Half of the battle puppets, manufactured and a.s.sembled by the refiners at full capacity were lost. If the battle had continued, they could have lasted for most of the day.

At the bottom of the mountain, the bodies of the skylarks lay scattered. These were all very good materials for crafting weapons.

The Skylarks feathers, bones, and tendons were all important joints for crafting battle puppet bodies.

“”Clean up the battlefield and continue to mine the spiritual ore.

“Harvest the spiritual materials and prepare to ignite the furnace for refining.”

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

No one on the battlefield opened their mouths to speak. They went straight to their tasks.

Armor masters took their contract beasts to mine the refined iron ore..