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.

"How dare you! You’re a Demon who’s managed to infiltrate the Ancient Academy! Show your true form!" Luo Zixiong bellowed, putting on a brave front. But he was already backing away, trying to put distance between them.

True form?

The corners of Tu Xiao’an’s mouth curled up. Behind him, a massive, ferocious, and terrifying snake shadow manifested, coiling as it soared upwards and completely enveloping the Werewolf Luo Zixiong.

’A Snake Demon! It’s a Snake Demon...’

Luo Zixiong’s face turned ashen, as if he were already dead. ’A Snake Demon capable of Transformation... What does that even mean? That’s a Rank Three Demon Spirit! No wonder he could defeat Bai Junran.’

’It’s over. I’m finished.’ Luo Zixiong realized the gravity of the situation, realizing what a colossal mistake he’d made—a mistake that could cost him his life.

He clenched his teeth, his wide pupils filled with terror as the suffocating feeling of death washed over him.

"Ice Seal."

Tu Xiao’an expressionlessly uttered those two words. A deep blue aura suddenly swirled around him, and the temperature inside the residence plummeted once more.

A sense of crisis instantly washed over Luo Zixiong. ’He’s here to settle the score.’

’How can I possibly be a match for a Rank 3 Snake Demon?’

’Run! If I can just get out of here, I’ll live!’

The moment he tried to move, Luo Zixiong’s heart sank into despair. To his astonishment, he found he couldn’t move his feet.

He looked down to see his body freezing solid, inch by inch. A look of terror spread across his half-human, half-demon face before it, too, was frozen in place. In an instant, he had become a wolf-shaped ice sculpture.

Suddenly, Tu Xiao’an blurred, leaving an afterimage as he moved. Without a word, he slammed a fist brimming with explosive power directly into the wolf-shaped ice sculpture.

BOOM...

The wolf-shaped ice sculpture exploded, sending shards of ice flying everywhere.

Urgh...

Luo Zixiong let out a wretched groan. His insides churned violently, and he opened his mouth to vomit a mouthful of blood.

’What kind of fucked-up ability is this???’

A few drops of blood splattered onto Tu Xiao’an’s handsome face, giving him a devilishly charming aura.

"I’m going to hit you once for every feather you plucked from my Azure Owl." His voice was cold and brutal, filled with killing intent.

Luo Zixiong was completely dazed by the punch. ’How is anyone supposed to defend against an attack like that?’

’No, I have to run.’ He had absolutely no intention of fighting this Snake Demon.

’If I can’t escape, I have to stall for time. His Demon Qi is so powerful, the people from the Ancient Academy must have noticed it by now. They’ll surround this place, charge in, and slay this Snake Demon!’

These thoughts flashed through Luo Zixiong’s mind.

"Seal—"

’Again?’ Luo Zixiong frantically tried to circulate his power, but his entire body was instantly frozen once more, becoming another lifelike wolf-shaped ice sculpture.

BOOM...

A cold smile played on Tu Xiao’an’s lips as he unleashed another powerful punch, smashing it into the wolf-shaped ice sculpture.

The ice sculpture shattered, and Luo Zixiong coughed up another mouthful of blood. ’It hurts, it hurts so much! My whole body is falling apart!’ He was panicking now, truly and utterly panicked, praying that someone from the Ancient Academy would burst in and save him.

’I can’t take much more of this, and I can’t even fight back.’

"Seal—"

That one word now made Luo Zixiong tremble in terror, as if he were standing at the edge of an abyss, walking on thin ice.

"BOOM..."

He dropped to one knee, coughing up blood repeatedly.

Seal...

Luo Zixiong’s kneeling form was frozen solid. A brutal glint flashed in Tu Xiao’an’s eyes as he smashed a fist toward the frozen head.

CRACK...

Luo Zixiong’s head was smashed viciously into the floor. Blood covered his head and streamed down his face.

"Help... help me..." Luo Zixiong, a fully transformed Werewolf, was utterly powerless. Seizing the momentary lull, he cried out for help.

Tu Xiao’an watched him with a malevolent gaze, then grabbed his blood-soaked head and lifted it. He radiated a terrifying aura of intense Killing Intent and abyssal despair.

"I told you, not even an Immortal can save you. You will pay the price for what you’ve done, and that price is your life."

"Help me! Help me! Lin Fan, save me! He’s a Snake Demon! Why aren’t you helping me? We’re classmates!"

With his hair in Tu Xiao’an’s grip, Luo Zixiong frantically pleaded for help from Lin Fan, who stood frozen like a statue behind them.

He roared inwardly, ’Damn it! It’s been this long, why haven’t the people from the Ancient Academy shown up yet?’

’This makes no sense! I’m about to be beaten to death!’

Hearing Luo Zixiong’s plea, Lin Fan looked bewildered for a moment before saying sheepishly, "Luo Zixiong, you already seriously injured me. Forgive me, but I’m powerless to help."

’The Great One is a Snake Demon.’ Lin Fan still couldn’t quite accept it, but he knew it was the truth. The gigantic snake shadow that had appeared behind Tu Xiao’an was irrefutable proof.

’So what if he’s a Snake Demon? I’m not going to be a damn fool and rush in to oppose Tu Xiao’an for Luo Zixiong’s sake. That’s suicide.’

SLAP...

Tu Xiao’an sent a heavy slap across his face, a loud, crisp sound echoing through the room.

Luo Zixiong winced in pain, gritting his teeth. "You humiliated me, Snake Demon! Even if you kill me, you won’t make it out of the Ancient Academy alive!"

"Whether I leave here alive is my business, not yours. But one thing is certain: you die today. A single feather from my Azure Owl is more valuable than your entire life."

With that, Tu Xiao’an grabbed the Werewolf Luo Zixiong by the head and lifted him up. He glanced at the Nine Colored Feathers scattered across the floor, and his eyes grew frigid. He then began punching Luo Zixiong again and again, brutally pummeling him as if he were a mere punching bag for his rage.

"If you kill me, the Ancient Academy won’t spare you! My brother, Luo Zijie, won’t spare you either!"

Luo Zixiong cried out wretchedly, still trying to make threats.

"Hmph..."

Tu Xiao’an snorted, then hurled the Werewolf Luo Zixiong into the air. His own body erupted in flames as he launched another world-shattering punch.

"Fire Fist!"

BOOM... Flames surged across the sky. Despair filled Luo Zixiong’s eyes as blood sprayed through the air. He was sent flying backward, slamming violently against the far wall.

"Beat him to death! Kill that ugly monster!"

The Azure Owl cheered excitedly like a little girl while munching on Snakeberries and Snake Skin, reveling in the sweet satisfaction of revenge.

Further back, Lin Fan and Dongfang Yuan were completely stunned, watching the scene unfold in a daze. They were once again struck by the profound depth of Tu Xiao’an’s power.

Luo Zixiong’s combat strength in his Werewolf form was immense, yet in front of Tu Xiao’an, he was utterly helpless, suppressed and brutalized without pause.

The suffocating brutality of the beatdown was so cruel that even they found it hard to watch. A quick death would have been more merciful.