From the southern VIP terrace, Gu Changsheng watched Ye Xiao’s red-ink brush fly across Chu Tian’s blank exam paper. Minus twenty points for cheating, bribery, and unexcused tantrums, Gu Changsheng thought approvingly. Even Grandpa Fu’s abacus isn’t as strict as Xiao’er’s grading rubric.
SHING—WHOOOOOOSH!
Down under the back row of desks at Step 900. Nineteen-year-aged Holy Son Chu Tian (Unstable Rank 5 Early) burned a drop of his heart-blood to coat the six-inch blade of his hidden [Rank 5 Armor-Piercing Blood Dagger] in lethal, sound-muting blood-qi!
His twisted plan was simple and vicious: if he took seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun hostage with a Rank 5 dagger pressed to her throat. Eleven-year-old Ye Xiao or ten-year-old Gu Nian could turn around, he could force the Gu children to hand over the [Nine-Continent Sword-Emperor Seal] and open the exit gate immediately!
Die or become my hostage, you seven-year-old glutton brat!
Chu Tian’s bloodshot eyes gleamed with savage triumph as the razor-sharp tip of the Rank 5 Blood Dagger whistled through the air—less than three inches away from seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun’s right ear. She sat on her little wooden footstool munching on a toasted sesame biscuit!
Outside in Central Sky-Plaza, watching the giant five-hundred-foot [Heavenly Dao Live-Broadcast Sky-Mirror] zoom in on Chu Tian’s cowardly sneak attack from behind a seven-year-old child during a classroom exam. All one hundred thousand spectators gasped in outrage and revulsion:.
