Under the guidance of the Bei Ling Academy disciple, Chu Hao arrived at Great Dream Academy. This academy was quite grand, with many people registering, mostly outsiders assuming different identities.
At this moment, a group of people emerged from inside the Great Dream Academy, among them two being carried on stretchers—weren't they Zhang Qi and his senior brother?
"That's him, he broke my hand and injured my senior brother," Zhang Qi pointed at Chu Hao with a face full of resentment.
A young man erupted with anger, "Bei Ling Academy, you all indeed have grown your skills, daring to injure people from Great Dream Academy."
"Take them down."
A group of people rushed forward, surrounding Chu Hao and his companions. The Bei Ling Academy disciple grew nervous, sweating in his palms, regretting leading the way, trembling with fear.
