Do You Believe This Old Man will Kill You with a Single Palm Strike?

"Servant Hun, isn't it excessive for you to be killing my people in my territory?"

Right at this moment, an aged but vigorous voice echoed, followed by a burst of aura from the inner courtyards of the college. It instantaneously enveloped the entire hundred-mile radius from the Mt. Spirit Beast.

Enveloped by this aura, Grandma Hun and Shui Qianrou felt as though their bodies froze and was stagnated in place. The speed of the silver necklace also gradually slowed down.

The bizarre thing was that no one in the entire college was shrouded by this aura and could only hear the bellowing from Principal Zhuge. Majority of the cadets were alarmed and rushed out from their lodgings. As for the mentors and vice principals, they had already been alerted by the signal flare and was rushing towards the exterior of the southern courtyard.

"Shh-shh-shh!"