บท 700: Kun Peng... Little Flying Bird?

At this moment, the five disciples were already on the verge of death, and were lying down on the ground like corpses. 

"My goodness…"

"Isn't this too freaking scary?"

"She really did defeat all of them." 

Everyone watching felt a chill run down their spines, especially Mu Beichen, who had been eliminated in advance. He suddenly felt very lucky to have been defeated by Zhuge Yueyue, otherwise, he would have been one of those lying down on the ground with the other five, forced to bear the ignominy of being beaten up by a six-year-old girl. 

Furthermore, they had the numerical advantage too. How shameful!

"Damn it…"

At this moment, Xu Changqing was livid. He stood up with difficulty, still trembling. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

As the eldest disciple of the Tianxia Academy, he could not tolerate this humiliation.