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Dong!

Deep in the Red Star Academy, on a small path, an old man walked step by step, walking with a walking stick. With every step he took, imprints would appear between heaven and earth.

They were the traces of stars, and an indestructible Dao mark. It was as if the person walking on them was not a cultivator, but a Gods.

The cold wind gusted, but it was difficult to even lift a single strand of his clothes. The white snow drifted about, yet it was unable to whiten him in the slightest. His appearance, seemed as though he didn't exist, yet was actually real.

He quickly arrived at the lakeside, and like the dean, sat down cross-legged.

The dean slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "You've changed."

The old man shook his head. "It's not that I've changed, it's that the times have changed."

The Headmaster said, "I really miss when we were young. At that time, you still weren't the Clan Master of Gao Family, and I'm still not the Headmaster. We were just a small cultivator."

That era?

The old man revealed a longing expression.

There were many of them then, young men and women, he was not the most stunning of them all, and neither was the dean. They had fought hard for a girl, and they had fought to the death for a moment.

In those years, they only represented them, not Gao Family and Red Star Academy. After he finished cultivating, he became the Patriarch of Gao Family, and he became the Principal of Red Star Academy.

In fact, they did not hate each other. The only difference was their stance.

The old man's gaze was cloudy as he said, "Fifty years have passed. Has the former Holy Maiden already become a king? Back then, she was so breathtakingly beautiful. "

The Headmaster also said, "The Holy Son of Mount Yuheng is also very strong."

The old man said: "Grand Xia's Dragon Dynasty's prince, the Nine Dragons Emperor Technique, is truly amazing. Rumor has it that he defeated the Holy Son of Mount Yuheng in that battle."

The dean smiled. "Are you still in contact with her?"

The old man shook his head: "Among our group, she isn't the most eye-catching, but she is the most powerful. I have never been able to figure out her identity, whether it's someone from Darknorth, or someone from the Zhongzhou."

At this point, the two couldn't help but fall silent.

The fifty years of time passed just like that. Back then, many of those years passed with the passing of time.

All of the youthful vigor, passion, and the desire for supremacy had also vanished, leaving behind only the vicissitudes of time.

After a long while, the old man sighed, "Let go!"

If he was only the principal of an academy, that would be fine. However, he was the principal of Red Star Academy, and this position represented a lot of people.

It could also be said that the enemies of Red Star Academy were far more than just Kingdom Supervisor Temple and the Lan Family.

The old man continued, "As long as you leave the academy, I can guarantee that no one will dare make things difficult for you."

The dean gave a faint smile. "With you?"

The Fifth Institute that had once resounded through the entire Gods and Devils Continent had now completely lost. The enemies in this courtyard were unimaginably strong, and they were someone that Kingdom Supervisor Temple simply could not face.

The old man's words weren't to make him withdraw, but to make him hide.

But with his personality, how could he be willing to hide?

In fact, he didn't doubt it in the slightest that as long as he took a step back, he would be eternally doomed.

The old man shook his head and said, "The snowstorm tonight is really heavy."

The dean narrowed his eyes. "How is it compared to what happened in the past thirty years?"

Crack!

The old man was silent all of a sudden. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the cane in his hand. The sound of bones cracking could be heard.

Thirty years ago, there was a battle between the two of them. In order to win that battle, the old man did not hesitate to use any methods, ultimately defeating this man.

Right now, in order to win this battle, he had planned for five full years to steal the deity statue, seize two hundred students, and even force his disciples to leave one after another.

Ridiculous words, they were actually still sitting here, chatting happily.

The old man said, "You will lose."

The dean retorted, "The loser is you."

Fifty years, thirty years of struggles, perhaps they were all too tired from the battle. Only one person would be able to survive this night.

Gradually, the two of them stopped talking.

The snowstorm engulfed the entire lakeshore. As it drifted down to the lakeshore, it became a field of white flowers.

It was unknown when, but the air was filled with a killing intent that went deep into his bones and was even colder than the cold wind.

Dong!

The sound of the crutch lightly spread out, and accompanying it was a strong wave of mind power that stopped all the wind and snow in an instant.

Immediately after, the accumulated snow on the ground quickly gathered together, forming a three-meter-tall white giant. With a furious roar, it charged towards the dean.

"I said that you would lose."

The dean suddenly raised his head, and a cold light flashed in his turbid eyes. He slapped his hand against the snow, causing water to gush out of the lake. After a short moment, a dark purple idol appeared.

When the dark purple god statue appeared, it opened its eyes immediately, releasing a purple light from deep inside, like a Gods. Then, it extended its big purple hand and pressed down.

The old man revealed a look of shock, "You, actually repaired it."

The dean gave a faint smile. "Thirty years."

The giant formed by the piles of white snow was instantly dispersed by the deity statue.

The old man struck again with the staff in his hand. A concentrated amount of spiritual force quickly gathered, and the snowstorm in all directions once again stilled. A silver-white dragon appeared in the sky.

With the appearance of the colossal dragon, spiritual Qi from all directions and the power of the stars quickly gathered in this area.

The dean's expression was cold as he shouted, "It's useless. After tonight, you will die and your entire Kingdom Supervisor Temple will become history. No one can stop you." He stood up and walked towards the deity statue in large strides. His figure overlapped each other and he disappeared into the deity statue.

In the blink of an eye, the two-meter-tall statue changed forms swiftly, three meters, five meters, ten meters. From afar, it looked like an ancient giant was reviving.

The idol was resurrected.

The old man's gaze wavered a bit, as if he had thought of the turmoil thirty years ago.

BOOM!

The hand of the deity statue descended down, crushing the old man's Attack as if it was a dried twig. A loud sound reverberated throughout the entire capital city and caused many people to be alarmed.

"I'm very disappointed. Even if our positions are different, you shouldn't have done that."

"This statue wasn't prepared for you, but I have to kill you."

The old man's ears exploded like thunder in response to the dean's words. The dark purple colored deity statue charged over, and a formidable aura sealed off the entire area, not allowing him to flee.

Perhaps, he could still resist, struggle, or even use all his strength to escape this place.

But he gave up.

Thirty years ago, in order to destroy this statue, he had joined forces with the Lan family. Countless experts had been exhausted in this place, and even the patriarch of the current Gao Family had fallen.

Right now, the deity statue had already been repaired. He alone was not enough to defeat it.

The old man stood up, leaning on his walking stick as he calmly looked at the scene in front of him.

With a pfft, the purple hand pierced through his entire body, causing the Qi Sea in his body to collapse. His face was pale as snow, and he retreated a few steps, his entire body spasming.

After a very long time, the old man finally recovered. He raised his head, panting as he asked, "I have a question. Have you found that swordsman?"

The dean replied, "Yes."

The old man's body trembled, his pupils shrank: "It's Qin Meng?"

He shook his head. "No."

The old man was silent. The life force in his body was dissipating, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurry.

The dean then continued, "Let me tell you another secret. The deity statue hasn't been repaired yet and can only remain active for a short period of time. If you had continued to attack just now, you might not have died."

The old man opened his mouth slightly, his expression clearly in pain. His emotions fluctuated violently. He was unwilling, but in the end, he was defeated.