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In the path of cultivation, every advancement has a qualitative change." The transformation of a higher realm was no longer a quantitative change, but a qualitative change. It could be said that with the existence of a higher realm, a single person could easily annihilate a hundred people of a lower realm.

Even though there was only a difference of one realm between the Life and Death Realm and the Immortal Soul Stage. But the difference between the two was like the difference between heaven and earth. There was an insurmountable chasm between the two. Not to mention Feng Wangu, who was only in the middle stages of the Life and Death Realm, even an expert who had attained the great circle of the Life and Death Realm was definitely not in the Immortal stage of the Immortal Soul Stage.

Rumor has it that even the weakest Immortal of the Primal level could kill a perfect Samsara stage cultivator with a flip of his hand. "This is the gap, and this is the qualitative difference.

Therefore, even a Life and Death Realm existence like Feng Wangu would have to look up at the Immortal Soul stage with endless reverence. People always revered the strong. Especially when faced with an expert who could kill him with a backhand move, how could he not feel fear?

Thus, at this moment, Fan Wuji's fictional Immortal Soul Master had already frightened Dean Feng Wangu with a single name.

Dean Feng Wanguo was in a state of extreme shock. Feng WanSan, on the other hand, had an arrogant look on his face. He disdainfully smiled and said to Fan Wuji, "No matter how strong your master is, can he be stronger than my brother? Don't be naive. The power of the Life and Death Realm is not something that a Houtian kid like you can predict. "

Pah! -

A bright light flashed. A surge of spirit energy struck Feng WanSan's face. The one slapping him in the face was not Fan Wuji, nor was it anyone else. The person who slapped him on the face was actually Feng WanSan's brother, the principal, Feng Wangu.

This slap caused Feng WanSan's face to swell. Feng WanSan revealed an expression of disbelief as he stared blankly at Dean Feng Wangu. Feng WanSan knew this brother of his had doted on him since he was young and had never once hit him. But today, Feng Wangu had beaten him up for the sake of a Houtian boy.

Feng WanSan covered his swollen face and shouted angrily: "Brother! You hit me. You actually hit me. Why? Why? You actually dared to hit me for a brat in the Houtian realm. "

"I hit you. If it wasn't for you secretly watching the man in black practice with the sword, how would you have been blinded by him? If I knew that you were so flamboyant, I wouldn't have used up half of my wealth to get you a stalk of spirit medicine to heal your blind eyes. " Feng Wanguo roared at Feng WanSan. Feng WanSan furiously roared, and with a disappointed expression, he stared at Feng WanSan.

Fan Wuji coldly watched the scene, pretending to be cold and indifferent. In fact, he was secretly delighted. He knew that this mysterious Immortal Soul stage master of his had already intimidated Dean Feng Wanguo.

Fan Wuji said in a clear voice, "Feng WanSan. It was you who peeked at my senior brother training in the sword, my senior brother only has one eye behind you. Everything had to be reasonable. Neither of you owes the other one such a result. Of course, if you really want to seek revenge on my senior brother. Our seniors and juniors are going to take care of us. "

When Feng WanSan heard this, he immediately became agitated and spat out a mouthful of blood in anger. In his rage, he lost his mind. He didn't care about it at all. He was bullying the weak and relying on the strong to bully the weak. At this moment, a tyrannical spiritual energy burst out from his body, rushing towards Fan Wuji.

Seeing this, Fan Wuji did not move, and only glanced at Dean Feng Wanguo. In the face of this tyrannical attack with spiritual energy, he was still as calm as usual.

Seeing this, Feng Wangu waved his hand, and a mysterious power appeared in the air, enveloping Fan Wuji. This power of the mysteries was truly mysterious. Just by enveloping Fan Wuji, Feng WanSan's tyrannical power was like a mouse seeing a cat, disappearing without a trace.

Feng Wangu's expression immediately became solemn; he thought to himself, "What a conniving child." At the same time, in order to make Fan Wuji less angry, he used the back of his hand to slap Feng WanSan. Feng WanSan suffered such a heavy blow and was instantly sent flying several meters away, crashing into the wall.

Seeing this, Fan Wuji only coldly snorted and did not say anything. He then turned his gaze to the Li Nation's National Selection. He let out a light laugh and coldly said, "Li Guoyuan, it was your grandfather and grandson who wanted to kill me. My senior brother will avenge me and cripple you." People still had to be reasonable. So the feud between you two and your fellow disciples is over. Of course, if you and your grandsons still want revenge … We'll take it together. "

With these words, Bi Fan Ji laughed out loud three times. His laughter was filled with a sense of pride. Then, he left the office. And at this moment, no one dared to stop him.

At this time, Feng Wangu's expression was dispirited, as if he had aged several hundred years in an instant. In fact, Feng Wangu did not doubt that Fan Wuji's master was a fake. But he couldn't afford to lose. What if! What if Fan Wuji's master was really in the Immortal Soul stage?

Not only could a Immortal Soul Stage cultivator destroy his life and death realm with a flip of his hand. Moreover, it was just a simple matter for a Primordial Spirit or Earth Immortal to destroy the entire Tang Kingdom. After all, in the Hundred Kingdom Realm, there were more than a hundred other kingdoms, and none of them had a Primal God or an Earth Immortal. "Thus, the Immortal Soul stage cultivators were invincible in the Hundred Kingdom Domain.

As such, as the Principal, he could not afford to lose. After all, if he offended Fan Wuji, then his master would truly be a Primal Earth Immortal. If that was the case, not only would Feng Wanguo, even the academy would be reduced to ashes. Countless lives would be destroyed because of it.

He could die, but he could not be a sinner who would lead to the destruction of the kingdom. That was why he attacked his little brother in anger. Actually, when he was beating up his little brother, his heart was bleeding.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the dean's office was extremely solemn. Everyone present looked at the dean in confusion. They were all confused. Why would the invincible Headmaster of the Tang Kingdom beat up his own little brother for a brat in the Pre-Sky Realm?

The dean seemed to be fearful of Fan Wuji. But Fan Wuji was just a mere precelestial brat, his cultivation base was thousands of miles lower than the dean's. There was a world of difference, so why would the dean be afraid of him?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Dean Feng Wanguo spoke up. He sighed and said, "Fan Wuji is nothing to worry about. But the mysterious Master behind him was incomparably powerful. Even if I were to face his Master, I would still have to look up to him. Remember, do not offend Fan Wuji. Otherwise, no one in the entire Hundred Kingdoms will be able to save you. "

Finished speaking, Dean Feng Wangu slowly walked out of the office. After all, there was a rule of 'invulnerability' to the life and death of Immortals. He couldn't just say that Fan Wuji's master was an Immortal in the Immortal Soul Stage. It couldn't be said that the Immortal Soul stage had the ability to easily destroy a country. Thus, his words could only be said to the end.

At this moment, Feng WanSan, Leng Qingqiu, the National Selection, and even the Law Enforcement Unit were all looking at each other in dismay within the Principal's office.