The entrance to the main hall was already packed with people, blocking the door directly. Clearly, they wanted to confront Xue Yifan.
Long Chen killed someone and angered them. It seemed he wouldn't even give the dean face, and now he's here to demand an explanation.
Previously, there were four old men; now the number of old men has increased to seven, and it seems they are trying to force the old dean to hand him over.
The seven old men all wore white long robes, the attire only worn when the council convened, symbolizing the solemn status of the council elders.
Besides the elders of the seven great councils, there were hundreds of late-stage Realm Kings. One had a cold expression, his eyes fixed on Long Chen with icy killing intent.
Obviously, Long Chen killing someone at the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy was a humiliation to the entire academy, and they could not tolerate such a thing happening.
Hundreds of late-stage Realm King experts appeared, and the formation was indeed intimidating. However, Long Chen didn't take these Realm King experts seriously.
Cultivators at the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy are not particularly strong; they do not value the cultivation of essence, energy, or spirit, and only pursue realms. Late-stage Realm King experts don't even manifest the divine radiance of a Realm King.
Their true combat strength outside was only around the third level of the Realm King, and their aura was weak. Without their armor, these people combined wouldn't be enough to take down Long Chen with a single strike.
Seeing their arrogant and overbearing behavior, Long Chen sneered coldly. At this distance, if he made a move, these people wouldn't even have a chance to summon their armor and would face the King of Hell directly.
This was clearly because they had eaten too much and lost their sense of danger. To put it bluntly, they were a bunch of old fools.
"Where's the director?" Why didn't they come out together? A council elder, leaning on his cane, said coldly. Long Chen guessed right—they were here to demand the dean's help, forcing him to take a stance.
"Oh, dressed so plainly, are you leaving?" Guo Ran pretended not to hear the old man's words, curiously sizing up the seven council elders.
At first, the seven elders didn't understand, but later they realized Guo Ran was cursing them to die.
"You little beast..." the old man roared.
"Smack!"
Just as the old man shouted a curse, Guo Ran stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face, knocking the old man to the ground.
Although Guo Ran didn't have Long Chen's natural and smooth slap technique, with every hit hit, at this distance, and with a surprise strike, he could barely pull off a slap.
"You old fool, who are you talking to? If it weren't for your old arms and legs, would you believe I'd beat you crap today? Guo Ran rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the old man, cursing loudly.
"Whoosh... Guo
Ran actually dared to hit the council elder. Everyone was shocked, and after the shock, they roared and charged forward, trying to tear Guo Ran apart.
"Move?" Move? Who dares to move? Who wants to try making a move for me? Guo
Ran held up a nameplate high in his hand and said fearlessly to those around him. When they saw the nameplate, everyone was stunned.
"Acting Dean?"
They could hardly believe their eyes. The acting dean, on the same level as the dean, would become dean after ten years of assessment. Everyone at the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy knew this rule.
"It must be fake."
Someone shouted, but they simply didn't believe it.
"Fake?" You made a fake one so I can see. Guo
Ran sneered disdainfully. Seeing the shocked expressions on their eyes nearly bulging out of their faces, Guo Ran felt an indescribable sourness inside. He felt that after a year of suffering, he finally let it out.
"You... "You..."
The council elder was pulled up from the ground and pointed his cane at Guo Ran, trembling with rage and unable to speak.
"What do you mean, you?" You old bastard, didn't your elders teach you how rude to point at others with things?
I'm the dean now, even though I'm acting dean. You better be polite to me, or I'll deduct a ... Deduct a ... Boss, what kind of charge was that again? Guo Ran's mind went blank for a moment, and he turned to ask Long Chen.
"Defying superiors below." Long Chen said.
Guo Ran slapped his thigh: "Yeah, yeah, damn it, now it's finally my turn to say that. I'm on top—if you dare defy me, I'll slap you hard." "
Now Guo Ran was full of confidence, calling him 'father' at every time, full of petty people getting his composure. He didn't have the composure a dean should have, and the group was so angry they were grinding their teeth.
They never dreamed that the dean would hand over the acting dean's nameplate to Guo Ran. Guo Ran now acted like the most important figure, looking down on everyone, and they had no way to do anything about it.
"Damn it! The candidate for acting president needs to be counted by the council. We don't recognize your identity." A council elder shouted loudly.
"Are you an idiot? Or are you just senile? The acting dean of Tianlong Divine Armor Academy has authority from the dean; the review authority belongs to the council. If you keep whining, do you believe I'll slap you hard? Guo Ran retorted disdainfully, "Does this old guy think he doesn't understand anything?"
"Xue Yifan, come out here! What on earth is going on... Cough, cough... an old man shouted angrily, but perhaps because he was too angry, he started coughing violently.
"If you shout harder, you'll really have to lie down, cover with a cloth, and the whole family, young and old, will be waiting for the food to be served.
No matter how much you shout, it won't help. The director personally handed me the nameplate of the acting director, which shows his trust and encouragement.
Right now, the entire Tianlong Divine Armor Academy is up to me. You'd better behave yourself, or don't blame me for settling old scores. Guo Ran put his hands on his hips, legs trembling, and sneered coldly.
Long Chen watched from behind, speechless. As expected, he was dressing the monkey in a dragon robe, not like a crown prince. He knew Guo Ran wanted to put on the air of a master who looked down on all others, but at this moment, no matter how he looked at it, he was just a petty thug who had gained power.
But Long Chen didn't say anything. Now that Guo Ran was the main character, he could do whatever he wanted, and it was good for him to vent his anger.
"Guo Ran, don't let petty people get their way."
Suddenly, a tall, thin man stepped forward from the crowd. Long Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. This man's vital energy was like a mountain, his eyes flashing like lightning. Within the Tianlong Divine Armor Academy, his vitality stood out like a crane among chickens, standing out prominently. He was a master, probably not much inferior to Feng Xiang, Zhao Mingxuan, and the others.
A person like that, when wearing armor, their combat power soars—not to be underestimated.
"Wang Zixu, so what if I'm just a petty man getting my way? Are you coming to bite me? Guo Ran said disdainfully.
This man named Wang Zixu was known as the leader of the Four Heroes of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, and also the strongest among them. He had always looked down on Guo Ran and suppressed him at every turn—he could be considered a mortal enemy.
Although the other three also suppressed Guo Ran in every way, Wang Zixu was the one who suppressed him the most.
"I don't accept you. According to academy rules, among peers, if anyone disagrees with the acting dean, they can challenge me. Do you dare accept my challenge?" Wang Zixu sneered.
"Boss, I can't beat him. What should I do?" Guo Ran suddenly sent a voice transmission to Long Chen.
"It's fine, promise him. In three days, I'll kill him!"
Long Chen glanced at Wang Zixu and smiled slightly. If Guo Ran wanted to assert his authority, someone would rush forward to die. Perhaps this is what it means to persuade a damned ghost with kind words.