"Who?!"
Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Ling's expression immediately darkened, his displeasure extremely evident and unabashedly displayed.
"As a direct descendant of the Ten Thousand Stars Palace, my strength is trivial? Ha, even if I tied all of you from Qingyun Academy together, you wouldn't be my match!" It must be said, Zhang Ling's tone was indeed grandiose.
No sooner had he spoken than Yan Qi, Ao Guang, Wang Yuan, and others' expressions turned even uglier.
And that was not all. Zhang Ling sneered, glancing at everyone below, and said, "A bunch of wine-sacks and rice-bags, even worthy of sweeping in my Ten Thousand Stars Palace, you are not!"
"I'm going to fight him!" Unable to bear the humiliation, a student yelled and rushed forward, but a figure appeared in the sky, moving even faster than he.
It was Gu Chen.