The Angry Pavilion Master, Zhang Zhenghe

If they sold all their equipment, it was probably only enough.

It was equivalent to Ding Huacang, the leader of the Fanged Mountain Bandits in front of him, having already estimated all the assets and value of the Yansheng Academy.

They wanted to squeeze all seven of the students dry and make them leave this place naked.

This was not something the seven of them from the Yansheng Academy could accept.

Immediately, the weapon in Pavilion Master Zhang Zhenghe's hand, the Taihe Sword, appeared and emitted a terrifying light.

Pavilion Master Zhang Zhenghe stared at Ding Huacang in front of him and said hatefully.

"Do you really think our Yansheng Academy is so easy to bully?"

"I've given you Fang Mountain Bandits so many golden pancakes, nearly a million gold coins. Aren't you satisfied?"

"Hmph! Prepare for battle!"