Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Those bursts of Profound Qi were getting more and more intense.
Ye Qing Luo was stunned momentarily as her line of sight flew past their chests, looking at the light which their Profound Heart Jade gave out, her eyes suddenly widened.
Her heart was thrown into disarray as though ten thousand horses had just raced wildly through it.
d.a.m.n!
Where's the waste cla.s.s standard which was agreed upon?
Among these eight, the lowest Profound Grade was Mystic Profound Third Grade!
The highest was Mystic Profound Ninth Grade!
Was the Academy certain that these people recruited were the lowest ranking freshmen?
Were they certain that the devil cla.s.s were labelled as waste?
If these people were waste, then those students in the low and intermediate cla.s.ses were a joke…..
Ye Qing Luo scoffed lightly as her lips curled into a mocking and icy curve.
She wondered how the Heavenly Academy became the best Academy. Those people in the Elders department….. were they all blind?
They had actually allocated these talents to the devil cla.s.s.
However, this smile of Ye Qing Luo's seemed to be filled with ridicule towards them.
Even though all of them were raging with fire, but when they recalled the cla.s.s monitor's instructions, they didn't let up and attacked simultaneously towards Ye Qing Luo.
Ye Qing Luo's footsteps were bizarre and as the feather fan was flicked around her fingers, a burst of biting cold Profound Qi shot out.
That Profound Qi revolved around Ye Qing Luo's fingers and turned into a hurricane, winding amongst those eight people.
Immediately after that, with a flick of her palm, it swirled up the dried leaves which laid on the ground.
A burst of airflow rose from Ye Qing Luo's feet. The strong raging wind curled around Ye Qing Luo's uniform.
Her long skirt fluttered and that green and white coloured uniform looked devastatingly beautiful on her.
Her eyes were alluring which sparkled like stars, glistering with a magical light.
With a turn of her palm, those leaves turned into sharp blades, flying directly towards those eight people.
The gazes on the eight people showed that they were overwhelmed with shock and they were just about to avoid it but Ye Qing Luo's fingers which were holding on to the feather fan closed up.
The few of them were totally immovable, as though they were bound by something.
While the eight of them were struggling, they discovered that the hurricane which Ye Qing Luo had rose earlier had nicely tangled in between the few of them.
This burst of Profound Qi had tenaciously blocked their path.
By the time they managed to unbind themselves from that Profound Qi, the blade-like leaves came flying towards them.
“Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~~~”
A few gold coin darts speedily went past those right people, coincidentally pulverising all the leaves which Ye Qing Luo had sent flying towards them.
The young man standing at the door entrance barely took a few steps and stood in front of those eight man.
The eight of them were panting heavily as their fists were clenched tight, veins popped up on their foreheads, as though they had just gotten into a fight with Ye Qing Luo.
“Mystic Profound Fourth Grade?” The young man's eyes narrowed and with a hook of his fingers, those gold coin darts which were embedded on the side of the wall and ground flew quickly back into his palm.
Ye Qing Luo's eyes narrowed immediately, bearing a slight shocked expression which staring at this young man.
He could actually tell her Profound Grade?
Could it be that he had the ability to see through her Profound Heart Jade?
“With this Profound Grade of yours, you should at least be able to enter the intermediate cla.s.s, how could you possibly be allocated to the devil cla.s.s?” The young man seemed as though he didn't see her doubts and directly asked what he was thinking about.
“Your Profound Grades also shouldn't allow you to remain in the devil cla.s.s, so why are you all here then?” Ye Qing Luo raised her eyebrows as she answered a question with another question.
The young man remained silent while staring at Ye Qing Luo's expression, probing and sizing her up with an odd expression.
Those people standing behind him had suffered in Ye Qing Luo's hands earlier and were firing up inside, “a.s.sistant cla.s.s monitor! Why bother with all the nonsense with her! Let's just get rid of her directly then throw her body away!”
“This is the person whom cla.s.s monitor wants to meet, you sure you want to get rid of her?” the young man who was addressed as a.s.sistant cla.s.s monitor gave a cold hum, “Just based on your ability, count your lucky stars if you're not murdered by her.”
