Facing Xu Youyou's teasing, Zuo Lin'an massaged his temples in resignation.
“Let's wait and see what he sends first before saying anything.”
Two items...
Two?
Wait, could it be...!
A guess popped up in Zuo Lin'an's mind, but he quickly shook the thought away.
How could that be?
He must have guessed wrong.
What Ming Ruofeng said just now was probably just to fool him, an NPC.
After all, the man had already walked toward the school gate, presumably preparing to clear the dungeon and leave.
Near the school gate, as Ming Ruofeng approached, the players gathered in front of him consciously parted to make way.
Ming Ruofeng picked a random spot to stand, looking completely relaxed and at ease. He held the 【School Gate Pass】 openly in his hand, seemingly without any fear of it being snatched away.
Or perhaps, he was deliberately flaunting it to make someone green with envy?
As time ticked by, it soon became four fifty-nine, just one minute away from five o'clock sharp.
Right at this moment, Zuo Lin'an suddenly froze. He noticed that a white mist had begun to spread all around the school.
The white mist thickened rapidly, enveloping the entire campus and even the sky above in no time.
Xu Youyou was somewhat surprised.
“What's this?”
Zuo Lin'an thought for a moment. “Probably some kind of... precautionary measure?”
Xu Youyou looked at him.
“What kind of measure? Can the players actually climb over the wall to get out?”
Zuo Lin'an shook his head. “I don't know. Maybe it's for balance.”
“What balance?”
Zuo Lin'an lowered his voice. “I mean us. In the previous school dungeons, the student NPCs were just normal students and wouldn't turn into specters in the dreamscape.”
“But we are different. So... since the dungeon enhanced our offensive capabilities, it had to weaken other aspects to maintain a certain balance.”
“For example, maybe they originally couldn't climb over the wall, but now they can. Therefore, the principal used the white mist at the last moment to restrict them from doing so.”
Xu Youyou half-understood.
“Is that so? Hmm... I think I get it a little.”
Just then, someone behind them spoke.
“Time's up. It's exactly five o'clock.”
All the players standing at the school gate immediately received a dungeon notification.
【Congratulations on successfully surviving for exactly six days. Please find the path of survival within ten minutes, otherwise you will remain in Lingyang First High School forever. 00:09:59】
Only now did Ming Ruofeng belatedly realize what the natives meant when they said there were only ten minutes left.
So that was it.
A smile played on the corner of Ming Ruofeng's lips as his gaze swept to one side, focusing heavily on Xuan Jingyuan and Gu Dao.
While everyone's attention was fixed on the thick white mist, he quietly circulated his true qi.
Immediately after, he channeled all his true qi into his right palm. His legs suddenly exerted immense force, and his figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring. In the blink of an eye, he had already closed in on the two of them.
“Oh no, protect the Emperor!”
Although someone shouted, Ming Ruofeng's speed was incredibly fast, far exceeding that of a typical Xiantian Rank martial artist. Even Gu Hedao failed to react in time.
By the time he realized something was wrong, Ming Ruofeng's palm had already struck his lower back.
Pfft!
Gu Hedao sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering it all over Xuan Jingyuan, who was standing right in front of him.
Just as Xuan Jingyuan was about to do something, he saw Ming Ruofeng's figure suddenly appear before him. Before his brain could even register the movement, the other party's next palm strike had already slammed into his abdomen.
“Ah!”
Xuan Jingyuan let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying seven or eight meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground.
“Your Majesty!”
“Imperial Father!!”
“Elder Gu!”
The crowd rushed over, surrounding the Emperor and Gu Hedao to protect them, while simultaneously staying on guard in case Ming Ruofeng attacked again.
Xuan Jingyuan, who had just slightly recovered his senses, opened his mouth to speak, only to cough up another mouthful of blood.
To his horror, he discovered that Ming Ruofeng's strike had directly shattered his dantian. At this moment, a strange and overbearing true qi was surging wildly inside his body, wreaking havoc on his meridians.
In that brief instant, he... he had actually been reduced to a cripple.
The onlookers stared at this scene in dumbfounded shock.
“Imperial Father, are you alright?!”
The ones surrounding him were a young man and two young women—his children—who were anxiously supporting him.
However, Xuan Jingyuan could only gasp heavily, unable to utter a single word.
At this moment, after confirming that Xuan Jingyuan was still alive, anyone on the imperial court's side who had some confidence in their strength and absolute loyalty to the throne charged at Ming Ruofeng in unison.
Faced with this onslaught, Ming Ruofeng did not panic at all. He simply thrust out a casual palm strike from a distance toward their direction.
The fierce, unleashed true qi kicked up a gust of astral wind, blowing everyone backward.
Several First-Rate martial artists couldn't even withstand the palm wind, spitting out blood and collapsing unconscious onto the ground.
Only a scattered few Houtian Rank experts clutched their chests, kneeling on one knee.
Xuan Jiu stared at him in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“The... Xiantian Rank?!”
By now, Gu Hedao had also recovered slightly.
Feeling his shattered dantian and shredded meridians, his heart was filled with shock and indignation.
Ming Ruofeng had actually been able to directly shatter his protective true qi!
“You... you're in the Xiantian Rank?!”
The man had actually been hiding his cultivation all this time.
“You're actually in the Xiantian Rank!”
“How is this possible?!”
“It makes no sense! You're only in your early twenties, how could you have advanced to the Xiantian Rank?!”
Ming Ruofeng burst into loud laughter.
“Gu Hedao, you Gu family brat!”
“If this old man hadn't disguised himself well, how could I have successfully launched a sneak attack to cripple you!”
His voice hadn't changed, but his tone had become somewhat...
Gu family brat?
Gu Hedao painfully propped himself up to sit.
“Who are you? Who on earth are you? You are definitely not Ming Ruofeng!”
Ming Ruofeng sneered.
“What? You don't recognize me so soon?”
“It has only been a little over thirty years since we last met.”
“Oh, right. You brat have never seen how I looked in my youth. Without a reminder, it's only natural you wouldn't recognize me.”
Haven't met in thirty years?
Never seen how he looked in his youth?
Gu Hedao clutched his chest and couldn't help but cough several times. Something crossed his mind, and his initially puzzled gaze gradually filled with shock and terror.
“You... you are...”
The smile on Ming Ruofeng's face grew incredibly exaggerated.
“Have you remembered now?”
Gu Hedao roared, “You are a member of the Feng family from back then!”
“You are Feng Xingyun!”
“It's actually you! You're still alive?”
“No, impossible!”
“You were already a hundred and ten years old thirty years ago! How could you still be alive, and how could you look so young?”
Ming Ruofeng... or rather, he should now be called Feng Xingyun.
Feng Xingyun let out a sinister chuckle.
Instead of answering the question, he sank into his memories and began talking to himself about the past.
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