And with the emergence of this voice, it was clearly visible that a middle-aged man in a purple robe, holding a gray-white metal ruler, appeared amidst the diffusing air.
The middle-aged man's face showed little emotion, with a square face and a beard, his eyes were profound, an unfathomable depth.
The middle-aged man appeared ten meters directly in front of Su Chen.
As he appeared, the pressure on the thousands of students who were about to kneel under Su Chen's oppression lessened greatly, allowing them to finally feel their souls and bodies become one again.
But, even then, many were still shivering uncontrollably, crying, and begging for mercy.
They were terrified.
Terrified by Su Chen's invincibility—his overwhelming, strange might...
"Oh? Who are you?" Su Chen's emotions remained unchanged as he stared down the middle-aged man.
"He is the headmaster of Taixuan Academy, Mo Chenyuan!" Came a quiet voice from behind Su Chen; it was Yu Jianbo speaking.