Chapter 47 - Furious Slaying of the Student Sectarian

“Look quickly, that’s the dean of Heavenly Vine Academy, Shabasan!”

The fleeing students from the three major elite academies recognized at once the middle-aged man standing before them on their path, a man exuded an aura of ferociousness, his expression coldly watching the excited teachers and students.

These people all deserve to die!

Shabasan didn’t strike immediately; instead, he quietly waited for the group to approach.

“Should we take a detour instead?” one of the teachers from the Academy of the Swordsmen said, warily regarding Shabasan, especially since they had abandoned the students of Heavenly Vine Academy not long ago.

“What’s there to fear?

Would Shabasan really dare to give us trouble?

Besides, the students from his academy have long been devoured clean by the demon army.

Shabasan certainly doesn’t know what happened; we just need to keep our mouths shut, and we’ll be safe,” another teacher whispered, fearful that Shabasan might overhear them.

After all, the man had reached the Third Transition, and it was better to be cautious.

“Indeed, if no one speaks of what happened along the way, Shabasan would certainly have no idea.

And since Shabasan has arrived, our dean must have entered the hellish fray as well.

All we need do is wait for our dean to find us.

Even if Shabasan learns of our actions, what could he do?”

Under the discussion of the faculty, the group of over five hundred finally mustered the courage to approach Shabasan.

“Oh?

Decided to come over, have you?” Shabasan looked coldly at the self-serving wretches before him, his mouth twisting into a sneer.

“Dean Sha, you have finally come!” The leading teacher sobbed as he recounted the hardships of their escape.

“So you’re saying that from the beginning you were separated from my Heavenly Vine Academy?” Shabasan continued to watch their emotional performance.

“Yes, at that time, I even wanted to invite the students of Heavenly Vine Academy to join us—to have someone to rely on, right?

But they insisted on going their own way, alas!”

Hah!

Shabasan was furious to the extreme.

Had he not personally saved his own students, he might actually have believed these deceivers’ lies.

“Dean Sha, have you seen our dean?

Can you contact him for us, please help us!” the students from the three academies pleaded with Shabasan, all too aware of their own actions, yet they believed they were not wrong in their pursuit of survival.

We are the empire’s Heavenly Pride after all, the future pillars of the empire.

It is an honor for these commoners to sacrifice themselves for us.

At worst, when we emerge from this hell, we will send their families a hefty sum of gold coins as a tribute.

At this moment, the students had only one thing in mind—to find their dean through Shabasan.

“Your dean, huh?

Fine, I’ll take you to him right now,” Shabasan agreed readily with the students’ request.

With a wave of his hand, magic power of flame surged from within him, crazily streaking across the ground like calligraphic dragons and snakes.

“Are you inscribing a teleportation array?” A Second Transition teacher asked with some doubt.

“Yes, I’m inscribing an array to take you to meet your dean,” Shabasan responded coldly, the ground beneath burning as the flame traced the outline of a massive array through the madness of the magic power.

The vast array, spanning hundreds of meters, enclosed all the teachers and students of the three academies within it.

The unsuspecting students were secretly elated, happy at the prospect of soon seeing their dean.

But the teachers sensed something was amiss; Shabasan was a Third Transition Mage, a wielder of the rising flame, and by all means, he shouldn’t know spatial magic.

“No, this isn’t teleportation magic, this is the Third Transition, second-grade skill, Flame Emblem!” Finally, a Second Transition fire mage teacher recognized the nature of the array, his expression filled with extreme terror.

“Shabasan!

Do you realize what you are doing?

You dare to kill us!” the academy’s teachers shouted in shock and anger.

“Ha ha ha, didn’t you ask me to contact your dean for you?

Isn’t it better if I simply send you directly to him?” Shabasan laughed wildly.

“Everyone, get away from the array now!” shouted the fire mage teacher.

At the teacher’s cry, all the students began to panic and scatter in every direction, trying to flee from the corners of the array.

Meanwhile, the Second Transition teachers started chanting skills in an attempt to interrupt Shabasan’s casting.

“Ice Spear!”

“Flame Cyclone!”

“Shadow Assault!”

Ten teachers struck at once, but Shaba San displayed no fear, being merely a Second Transition professional.

With a stomp of Shaba San’s foot, a twenty-meter-long fire serpent shot into the sky, opening its massive maw to swallow all ten of the people’s skills in one gulp.

Its body swayed, and its tail, carrying scorching flames, struck the ten teachers fiercely, smashing them into the crowd of students.

The students attempting to escape only got close to the edge of the Array before they were incinerated to ash by a wall of fire that fell from the sky, giving them no chance to react.

“Shaba San, why are you doing this?

We of the three great academies have no grudges against you!

If you kill us today, our deans will surely seek revenge!” the powerless teachers cried out in impotent rage.

“No grudges?

Haha, truly no grudges indeed!

You still lie at death’s door!” Shaba San roared in anger: “I will use your lives to commemorate those souls you drove to their deaths!”

It’s over.

All the teachers’ faces instantly turned pale, realizing he had known all along.

“Shaba San, my father is the Clan Leader of the Sanyuan Clan; if you dare kill me, wait for my father’s revenge!”

“You can’t kill me, Shaba San.

My mother is the Minister of Finance for the empire, please spare me!”

“Shaba San…” The students revealed their identities one after another, hoping to make Shaba San hesitate, but alas, none could sway his determination.

“I said I would send you to meet your deans, and I keep my word.” Shaba San’s Array was completely engraved, only waiting for him to press the trigger in his heart.

“You mean our dean is already dead?!” Someone finally understood the implication behind those words.

“Yes, when you get to the Nether Realm, give my regards to your deans.” Shaba San stepped back, leaving the range of the Array, and with a graceful turn, a Tao Tian column of fire erupted within the Array, piercing the heavens.

This strike was immensely powerful, like a pillar of fire that crossed the heavens and earth, venting its fury in every direction.

These selfish students and teachers didn’t even have a chance to wail before they were utterly eradicated by the flames, leaving not a trace behind.

“Ah, my apologies, people like you don’t descend to the Nether Realm.” Shaba San flew into the air, beside the column of fire, gathering his Magic Power to shout loudly: “All students of the academies, listen!

If you’re still alive, hurry to the Flame Cyclone.

I will wait for you here for two days!

After two days, I’ll reopen the portal to hell and return to the empire!”

“It looks like the three academies have been thoroughly annihilated!” From the moment he saw the pillar of fire, the academy dean knew Shaba San had made his move; a Third Transition fire Mage had acted, leaving no hope for these students to survive.

“Didn’t expect old Shaba to be quite clever.” Elder Nian couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at the distant column of fire.

“Yes!” At this moment, Dean Hill of Moon Lake Academy also joined the two men: “If there are any surviving students, they will surely come this way, which will save us the trouble of searching.”

“But this will also attract demons, who will deal with them?” The academy dean looked at the two, clearly not intending to take responsibility for this matter.

“I’ll go, Hill.

Just take care of the students.

I’ve been holding back anger myself; might as well vent it by slaying some demons.” Elder Nian took on the task.

“I’ll take my students now.” The academy dean bid farewell to the two and dashed in the direction where his students were located.

“Attack!” Outside hell, upon Vili’s confirmation, the Eight Great Families gathered their courage for an assault on the portal of hell.

“Attack with full force!

For every second more, a chance exists that one more of our family members may die!” The allied marshal, facing tens of thousands of cult followers of hell, wouldn’t reason and ordered his trusted aides to attack with full force.

The trusted aides were formidable, easily sweeping the hell cult’s defensive line with their rank suppression.

Countless members of the hell cult were beheaded without any chance for surrender.

Just days ago, the hell cult had inflicted massive slaughter on the empire’s soldiers.

Now the wheel had turned, and the trusted aides of the Eight Great Families dealt a devastating blow to the hell cult.

Of course, if Ode was still present, he would undoubtedly be finished, especially since this battle against the Eight Great Families featured a group of Third Transition junior professionals.

Although Third Transition professionals were forbidden from participating in continental wars, this fight wasn’t considered one.

The continental war referred to friction between nations; it didn’t even include racial wars, let alone internal disturbances within the empire.

The allied marshal arrived in front of the hell portal even before the hell cult’s power was completely eradicated, observing the profound magic traces on the seals of hell.

The Grand Marshal bellowed, “Open it!”

As his words fell, three space Mages began to work on unsealing the portal of hell and spoke after a moment: “Reporting to the marshal, this seal seems to have been created by the power of a lord of hell.

We need two days to open it.”

“Then hurry up!” The marshal took a deep breath; the seal was actually by the hand of a lord of hell.

From Lando’s assassination attempt to this discovery while unsealing the portal, the marshal’s heart was overshadowed.

It seemed like this whole affair was targeting the Eight Great Families specifically.

Not only the marshal but upon receiving the news, the Clan Leaders of the Eight Great Families went silent collectively.

They weren’t fools either, but they pinned their last hope on what lay within hell.