This punch going down, Gu Chengfeng would be either dead or crippled.
At the critical moment, the door of the ground floor Grand Hall was suddenly kicked open!
The huge noise jolted everyone, causing a stir!
Zhao Si's fist halted, and he coldly looked towards the first floor, only to see a young man dressed in the uniform of the Academy standing at the entrance, his expression icy cold.
Lightning flashed behind him; his whole being radiated killing intent, as if he were a warrior from Purgatory itself.
"Let him go,"
the young man said in a cold voice.
Zhao Si's brow furrowed. He admitted that for a moment, he was intimidated by the young man's aura, but as soon as the other spoke, he was sure this was a real person, where was the warrior from Purgatory?
He aimed again at Gu Chengfeng.
The young man flicked his wrist with palm facing down, and a dagger slipped out, spinning in his palm before the young man fiercely flung it.