Damn Ants

The figures of Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao moved in unison, blocking Yang Zhen's path.

"Do you intend to strike at Mr. Su? You must have a death wish!" Mr. Wei's voice was icy.

Mr. Qiao echoed with a cold sneer, "Yang Zhen, this isn't your Southwest. I suggest you apologize to Mr. Su now and return to where you came from."

Yang Zhen hesitated as he saw Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao fiercely defending Horn. Could this boy have a terrifying, unknown background?

The dying Yang Hai, sensing his third brother's hesitation, screamed, "Third brother, that kid is nothing more than an abandoned son of the Tianhai Su family. Even their eldest son wants him dead! You have nothing to fear!"

Yang Zhen's expression hardened after hearing Yang Hai's words. "Everyone here, leave now! I'm giving you five minutes."

"If you're still here after that, don't blame me, Yang Zhen, for being ruthless!" His aura surged, causing many bystanders to quickly retreat, not wanting to get caught up in the chaos.

Lin Zixuan and Jiang Wan descended to stand beside Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao, their eyes cold and focused on Yang Zhen.

Within moments, only a few students and teachers from the academy remained. These people had witnessed Horn reaching the seventh floor of the Seven-Color Immortal Tower and knew it was Horn who had preserved the tower for their academy. Their attachment to him was strong.

Lin Zixuan addressed them, "You should leave. Staying here only distracts us."

Reluctantly, the students and teachers exchanged looks, knowing they could do little against a creation realm expert. They began to leave, but one remained.

Lu Lin stepped forward, standing by Horn. "Dean Lin, let me stay! Brother Su has been kind to me. If I leave now, I'll never forgive myself."

Once a genius of the Linzhou Immortal Martial Academy, Lu Lin had faced crushing defeats after joining the Imperial Capital's academy. It was Horn who had saved him, helping him regain his confidence and continue his path toward immortality. His gratitude toward Horn was boundless.

Seeing Lin Zixuan nod in approval, Yang Zhen's expression grew colder. He had intended to clear the area to pressure Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao into backing down, hoping they wouldn't protect Horn any longer. But now, it seemed more complicated.

"The blood of the Yang family runs through Yang Hai's veins," Yang Zhen said, his tone unyielding. "The boy is to blame for all this. If you step aside, I, Yang Zhen, promise not to make things difficult for you."

But Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao remained steadfast, their auras of Half-step Creation flaring. With a single thought, they could break through to the early stage of Creation, something they had been suppressing after drinking Horn's elixir.

Yang Zhen's eyes widened in shock as he realized both Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao had broken through in their cultivation. His chances of winning had suddenly plummeted.

Looking at Horn, who remained indifferent, Yang Zhen gritted his teeth. To retreat now would be to invite ridicule. But he couldn't swallow this humiliation either.

There was only one choice left—capture the boy. If he held Horn hostage, he could turn the tables.

Yang Zhen kicked off the ground, his aura merging with the wind as he executed the Rank Four combat skill, A Fleeting Glimpse of the Wind. His speed surged, creating overlapping shadows in the air. Physical combat skills of this level were rare, making him nearly impossible to intercept.

Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao attempted to stop him but were a step too slow. Even Lin Zixuan and Jiang Wan couldn't react in time.

Yang Zhen closed in on Horn with frightening speed. Yang Hai, having seen Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao's breakthrough, was initially panicked. But now, seeing his third brother about to capture Horn, his face lit up with hope.

"Mr. Wei, I advise you not to act rashly, or I'll kill this kid on the spot!" Yang Zhen's voice reached their ears as he got within two meters of Horn.

Nearby, Lu Lin, Tang Yuxin, and Wang Menglu found themselves paralyzed by Yang Zhen's momentum, fear creeping onto their faces. Even Tang Yuxin and Wang Menglu, who knew Horn was in the early stage of the Creation Realm, lacked confidence against Yang Zhen's overwhelming speed.

Yang Zhen, brimming with confidence, noticed a slight smirk on Horn's face. Enraged, he shouted, "You damned ant, what are you laughing at?"