Angry Feng Wu

What? The Military Academy wanted half of the all-purpose transformation liquid?!

Feng Wu didn't like the sound of that at all.

She pushed the door open.

Elder Wu seemed embarrassed to see her.

Since Elder Helian was sitting in the host seat, Feng Wu walked up to him, stopped, and kept her gaze on the elderly man.

Elder Helian almost couldn't meet her eyes.

He couldn't understand why Feng Wu, a Level 5, no, Level 6 Spiritual King, could make him feel this way.

"Why?" Feng Wu stared at Elder Helian, the look in her eyes stern and intimidating.

Elder Helian sighed. "The decision came from above us."

Feng Wu said, "Didn't you try to argue with them?"

Elder Helian rubbed his eye, which had been bruised from Elder Dongfang's blow.

He heaved a long sigh. "I did, but…"

Seeing all the elders prick up their ears, Elder Helian stared at Feng Wu. "Come with me!"