The enraged Tu Xiao'an's Snake Race aura surged uncontrollably, shaking the entire Ancient Academy and plunging it into panic and chaos.
Meanwhile, inside the residence...
A frigid aura permeated the air, filling the entire space with a bleak, murderous intent.
The room's temperature was incredibly frigid, like the dead of winter. Luo Zixiong was dumbfounded. The strongest freshman was releasing Demon Qi. What did that mean? It meant he was a Demon, not a human Martial Cultivator.
It wasn't just Luo Zixiong; even Lin Fan and Dongfang Yuan were so shocked their jaws nearly hit the floor. They were like statues, finding it hard to accept this reality.
At that moment, Tu Xiao'an's pair of bewitching, razor-sharp serpentine eyes were fixed coldly on the Wolf-shaped Demon, Luo Zixiong. The way he looked at him was no different from looking at a dead man.
