Blood splattered across the void, and Ye Mi was cleaved in half.
Yet even split in two, his body continued writhing, slowly healing bit by bit.
"You dare kill me within the Nine Ghosts Academy," Ye Mi forced down his panic and asked.
"If you dare, why shouldn't I?" Xu Zimei retorted.
He slowly raised the Tyrant Shadow, lifting the blade high above his head.
"Dean, save me!" Ye Mi hastily shouted toward the void.
"Young Master Xu, please hold your hand," Wu Daozi's voice rang out.
Soon, a massive hand tore through the Firmament, and Wu Daozi's ethereal figure floated forward.
"Dean Wu, when did you develop the habit of peeping?" Xu Zimei laughed.
"I just arrived, Young Master Xu, don't misunderstand," Wu Daozi's expression stiffened briefly before forcing a smile.
"Oh? Is there something you need?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Ye Mi acted rashly. I'll apologize on his behalf," Wu Daozi replied.
"But he cannot be killed."
"Why can't he be killed?" Xu Zimei countered.
