In Doom

Zhang Shijie noticed that Helian Weiwei remained unresponsive for a prolonged period and couldn't help but laugh mockingly, saying, "Look at this pitiful waste, scared stiff by Young Master Ben. How pitiful..."

Before Zhang Shijie could grab Helian Weiwei's hair and exert force, she suddenly sprang forward, contorting her body to an incredible degree, causing her bones to audibly crack!

Zhang Shijie's proud right hand was instantly broken!

The onlookers were stunned, and silence fell over the hall. Only Zhang Shijie gasped, staring at Helian Weiwei in disbelief. His face was pale with pain, and he raised his left hand, attempting to retaliate.

But with another crisp sound, Helian Weiwei had a firm grip on Zhang Shijie's wrist, wearing a smile on her lips, exuding the aura of an empress emerging from the mist.

Everyone was frozen in astonishment, and the air felt heavy. Zhang Shijie, writhing in pain, raised his left hand to fight back...

Creak!

Another sharp snap!

Helian Weiwei maintained her smile as she looked at him and said, "Such a restless dog's paw, it's better to disable it."

"Ugh!" Zhang Shijie cried out in agony as the excruciating pain shot through his flesh and bones. He collapsed to the ground, screaming, "Why are you all just standing there? Get her!"

The other young masters who accompanied Zhang Shijie finally reacted and lunged at Helian Weiwei with their martial energy.

There were about four or five of them, each skilled in martial arts and ruthless in their attacks. Their swift kicks and powerful strikes were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

But Helian Weiwei was no ordinary person. She was renowned as the most skilled ace agent, feared by both the underworld and the righteous path. No one dared to face her head-on.

As the young masters' attacks approached, Helian Weiwei's lips curled into a smile. She moved like a dragon through the crowd, swiftly grabbing the arm of one of them and applying force...

Creak!

A bone-shattering sound reverberated as Helian Weiwei's long legs struck against the oncoming attacks with precision and force.

She was a merciless mercenary empress who knew no bounds.

"Still want to fight?" she sneered, standing tall against the light. With one hand gripping a person's neck and the other stepping on Zhang Shijie's back, her dazzling beauty was enough to dazzle onlookers.

The young masters lying on the ground retreated, fearing another strike from her. They crawled up like dogs, their heads covered, and fled the ancestral hall in a panic, leaving behind cruel words, "You'll pay for this!"

Laughter erupted among the freshmen in the hall as they watched the scene.

Helian Weiwei, seemingly unaffected, picked up the fallen scroll, blew off the dust, placed it back on the low table, and resumed her relaxed position, lying on her stomach with her eyes closed.

There was still some time before the master arrived, and this little incident had added some excitement to the courtyard.

Zhang Shijie held his injured arm and cursed vehemently, "Damn waste!"

"Brother Jie, maybe we should stop bothering her," one of the young masters suggested. "Taibai Academy is different from the outside. If something happens, you might be expelled."

Zhang Shijie grew furious. "Are you suggesting that Young Master Ben should endure this?"

"But it's clear that you can't defeat her..." murmured several young masters, regretting their decision to help.

Zhang Shijie realized his mistake and lowered his voice. "What are you afraid of? We have the Protector Mansion backing us."

"But isn't Helian Weiwei also affiliated with the Protector Mansion?" someone asked, puzzled.

Zhang Shijie looked around and spoke grimly, "Hmph, what kind of person is she to protect the country? She doesn't even bother to find out who is in charge of the Protector Mansion now. A waste like her dares to come to Taibai Academy, just seeking death!"

"So, Brother Jie, someone wants her..."

Before Zhang Shijie could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a searing pain. His expression turned pale as he looked in the direction his companions were staring.

There stood a figure, just awakened, with disheveled black hair and a white coat adorned with a leaf. The person next to him tossed a stone in his hand, sporting an insolent smile.

Although Zhang Shijie hailed from Shandong, he spent more time in the capital. He was familiar with the local circle and often followed Murong Shaofeng like a shadow. Mrs. Su also supported him, so he knew many influential young masters in the city. However, he hadn't seen these two individuals before and paid no mind to them. In response to their gaze, he glared back fiercely, saying, "What are you staring at? Haven't you seen someone angry before?"

As Zhang Shijie uttered those words, the figure slowly lifted his head and cast a glance in his direction. With just one look, Zhang Shijie felt paralyzed, unable to move.

Those eyes were chilling, almost devoid of any mercy. They seemed to belong to a harbinger of death, striking fear into people's hearts.

No one could discern how the figure moved, but they witnessed a flash of white light, and when they blinked, he had already appeared before Zhang Shijie. His hair stood on end, exuding a wild and fierce presence. His features were sharp, and his eyes resembled those of a young leopard, cold yet secretly blazing.

Instinctively, Zhang Shijie tried to defend himself, but he discovered that the figure's internal force far surpassed his own, effortlessly bouncing him back and causing him to fall to the ground!

Creak!

A crisp sound echoed as the figure inadvertently stepped on Zhang Shijie's leg and nonchalantly walked past him. It was as if the fallen person was unworthy of any further attention.

The figure appeared as though an ancient god, pure and snow-white, yet ablaze with an inferno, dominating the heavens and disappearing into the distance...