This was undoubtedly a crushing education. This holy senior of the Holy Clan had been dragged by Wang Ling’s ankles and thrown on the ground like a scarecrow. He no longer had the Golden and shining venerable stance he had when he had appeared.
His face was now bruised and swollen, and yellow blood was constantly spurting out. Even his breathing was much weaker, and he felt like he was on the verge of death.
Wang Ling’s crazy output could be said to be as smooth as flowing water. The students from No. 60 high school and Whirlpool Emperor who hadn’t known anything about Wang Ling before were all dumbstruck, as if they had been dreaming, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
As expected of father..
Wang Muyu teleported himself to the top of the school building, which was an excellent place to watch the battle and had a wide field of vision.
At the same time, he was constantly observing this holy senior who had been beaten up like crazy.