Enraged, Yang Liangshu raised his head and rammed it into him.

"I don't want to touch your bumpy forehead."

With a loud thud, Zhang Xiande slowly lowered his foot, reaching out to look around: "Where did you kick it?"

"Go to hell!"

With a roar, Yang Liangshu charged towards him on all fours, his body covered in blood, with no skin left to show.

He leaped up and launched a flying kick, but Zhang Xiande showed no sign of moving, waiting for him to appear in front of him.

"You...you're underestimating eighth-tier martial artists, aren't you?"

His voice slowly rose, and there was no trace of his attack. All that was heard was a loud boom, and then Yang Liangshu disappeared.

"They must be crazy to see I'm not running away," Zhang Xiande shook his head.

Qin Sheng also seemed to be deep in thought. Given Yang Liangshu's timid nature, his escape was even more unexpected than he had anticipated.

"Okay, that's all."

Zhang Xiande didn't think the other party was still alive; he had used seven-tenths of his strength in that attack.

After checking on the homeroom teacher's situation, he also came to the same conclusion as Qin Sheng.

"Speaking of which, why is it you who encountered these monsters again?" Zhang Xiande looked at Ye Bufan suspiciously. Last time, Xu Nanshi also appeared in front of him first.

"Forehead…"

Ye Bufan also wanted to ask, but he hurriedly said, "I got it out of that person earlier. They are an organization called the Creation Cult."

Zhang Xiande's expression turned serious.

"I understand the Creation and Development Church; I will report this later..."

Zhang Xiande paused, then turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ouch, that hurt a little too much!"