The dragon let out a thunderous roar, his eyes flashing with pure black gas. Dark magic spilled out of his body, and he turned into a black lightning bolt, and a short knife as black as ink appeared in his right hand almost instantly.

The sudden burst of source power tore through Hather's source power suppression.

Although Hathur had made some preparations, he simply did not have the speed of the Turdragon to be so fast. Neither he nor his teammates had time to react, and Turron's short knife was already on Hather's neck.

"You ......" Hathur's whole body suddenly froze, and he was surprised to find that he was speechless at this time, and his whole body trembled unconsciously. At this time, he was still arrogant at the beginning.

"Don't move!" Turron's cold gaze looked at the two people who were about to make a move, and the rich killing intent made their faces full of fear.

"Turon!" He heard a voice coming from Dessor and Lujali.

"Don't let me hear you slander him again."

The dark energy around the Turlong was agitated, turning into a wave of energy and sweeping, and the magic exploded, and Hather was swept away by this force by two meters, his feet retreated, and the two people beside him also retreated one meter.

"Damn...... Hather was naturally unwilling to be threatened by such a sneak attack, but at this moment he could only endure it.

"Senior Hather, I don't know what happened to our squad leader this time?" Deso stood next to Turron, the source power and magic power condensed at the same time, and the momentum was not willing to be defeated at all.

"That's right, in half a year, it's the ranking tournament of the Imperial Academy, and we think the quota for our academy should be discussed." Hather put away his anger and said lightly.

The participants of the Ten Imperial Academies are limited to sixth-year students under the age of twenty, so generally speaking, most of the students who represent the academy are sixth-year, and there are even occasional students who have just entered the Glory Lion Palace. Only this time, the appearance of Oduoxiu and the second class of the demon and the famous genius Dil, the Yaoshi Hall thought that the comprehensive strength of the fifth grade was stronger, so it was unanimously decided to let Oduoxiu lead the students of the second class of the demon to fight, that is, the team of the second class of the demon. This was how the Lion Demon Source Academy originally decided on the plan, and it also made such a decision until the emergence of variables.

Without Dill as a genius, even because of this "traitor" turmoil that affected the entire Demon Second class, disputes began to arise in the team representing the academy, and the sixth-grade Demon Source Elite Class naturally wanted to regain this position that belonged to them.

"I don't know how you want to discuss?" Turron smiled, his smile cold.

"Battle, we want to fight with you!" The young man beside Hather said indignantly.

"Yes." Turron said lightly.

"Turron, we ......" Deso wanted to say something, but Turron didn't pay any attention to him.

"Tomorrow at this time, the academy playground section A." Turron continued.

"Okay, let's go." Hather glared at Turon viciously, turned and left with his class.

"You just said yes in such a hurry? As soon as Dill leaves, our team is still short of ......" Deso wanted to say something, but Turon didn't seem to be worried at all.

"For the sixth grade, the four of us are enough." A strange look flashed in Turlong's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said.

"But......" Just as they were about to say something, a voice rang out.

"If none of the four of you can beat the sixth grade, you won't have to participate in the national competition. went, and it was also at the bottom. A cold voice came, and the three who raised their heads saw a golden thunderbolt streak through the air, and the cold man stood in front of them.

"Teacher." When the three of them heard this, they immediately bowed.

"Turron, tomorrow's battle must be won, can you do it?" Oduosius looked at Turron with only a coldness in his eyes, a coldness of trust.

"Yes." Turron replied succinctly.

"Hopefully you won't do worse than him." Oduosius turned around, remembering the figure, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"I'm no worse than him." Turdragon secretly clenched his fists, and a low roar of oath came from his heart.

Dill returned to his teammates and confessed to them about his condition, including his heart attack and the time Master had told him to rest.

Everyone was shocked.

"You have a heart attack! You guy, why didn't you tell us in advance? Cooney questioned him.

"Yes, you are still cultivating source power, you really don't want to die." Paya reproached.

"I'm sorry everyone, I always thought that my magic energy could suppress the heart, but I didn't expect ......"

"Don't talk about it, Dill, you can rest well during this time, we will have no problem fighting after this." Corophon's large, powerful hand rested on Dil's shoulder.

"That's right, that's right, it's no problem to leave it to us, we use the way of wheel races, at least it's no problem to get into the group stage." Kuney nodded vigorously.

"Our strength must be fine, captain, you can rest assured." Paya straightened her back and said.

"But we're going to be the first team next ......," Dill said apologetically.

"We've decided to abstain, two of the four squads have qualified, and we'll be able to beat the rest of them." Cooney smiled.

"It's not a big problem, Diel, you don't have to worry about us, you can rest well these days, we are not weak." Crowfon smiled confidently.

"Thank you." Dill said subconsciously.

"Heh, thank you, we're teammates."

"Everybody......"

Dill looked at his companion with a kind smile on his face, his eyes were in a trance, as if he had seen the appearance of fighting with his classmates in the second class of the demon, and those memories flashed through his mind again.

Once again, he burst into tears with a smile on his face.

……

"Master."

"Your heart is overdrawn, it's already quite broken, and if you continue to use it, it won't be long before your masculinity burns out your heart, you should be aware of it." Luo Jiu examined Diel's body, his brow furrowed.

"It's so serious, I feel okay." Dill muttered.

There was not the slightest fear in his heart that it was going to be completely burned. All along, he didn't care so much about his life.

"Very serious...... Luo Jiu looked at the young man in front of him who didn't care about life, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to slap him, "Forget it, no matter what this time, you must forcibly suppress the Yang Qi in your heart, which is also for the sake of your future life." ”

"If that's the case, won't I be able to use the source power in the future? Not to mention the inability to use the Holy Lion's Qi, even the light element will be greatly restricted. ”