"Fang Han, you think you can kill me? Do you remember when I taught you swordsmanship, you were so stupid that it took you half a month to learn just one move?"

Vice President Yang Wenguang was furious: "Then I'd like to see what skills you've acquired in the past few years!"

With a "whoosh," the longsword in his hand was drawn, its cold light flashing.

He pointed his sword directly at Fang Han and shouted, "Whatever weapon you use, my Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion has it all. I'll have someone send it to you. Today, I'll make you die with a clear conscience."

Qiao Qianshan, who was standing to the side, felt a pang of anxiety when he saw Vice Dean Yang Wenguang personally appear, and he became deeply worried about Fang Han.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

However, he knew in his heart that he was powerless to stop the impending conflict.

Fang Han was determined to settle scores with Zhao Ziyi, and no one could stop this battle.

Qiao Qianshan sighed helplessly and could only stand silently to the side, secretly praying for Fang Han, hoping that Fang Han could turn the tide in this difficult battle.

In fact, Qiao Qianshan also harbored a deep-seated hatred in his heart.

Dean Meng Kai made him guard the gate, which he considered a great humiliation.

There was already some unspeakable grudge between him and Meng Kai.

Now, seeing Meng Kai still firmly in his position as dean, he understands that with someone like Meng Kai as the dean of the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy, the atmosphere of the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy will probably never improve.

He secretly hoped that Fang Han could really kill villains like Meng Kai and Zhao Ziyi, so that he could vent the anger that had been building up in his heart for so long.

At this moment, Fang Han remained calm. Faced with Yang Wenguang's provocation, he merely raised an eyebrow, a disdainful smile curving his lips, and said indifferently, "Yang Wenguang, you're just a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator with limited strength, so don't stand in my way."

"I don't need any weapons to deal with someone like you."

"I think you should all come at me together if you want to stop and teach Zhao Ziyi a lesson, so I don't have to deal with them one by one."

"Fang Han, you're way too arrogant!"

Before Yang Wenguang could speak, a tall, thin man strode out from the crowd.

His face was full of mockery as he shouted at Fang Han, "The new students don't know your background, but I'm your senior brother. Everyone knows you're a complete waste. How dare you spout such nonsense?"

This guy is none other than Song Wanjin, a true senior student of the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy.

He was indeed a "jack-of-all-trades" figure in the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion.

He entered the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy a year earlier than Fang Han, but even now, he is only at the level of a beginner martial artist.

However, the Song family is a first-class family in Tianyi City.

Despite the considerable expense of studying at the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy each year, the Song family still intends for Song Wanjin to continue his studies, at least to help him break through to the Martial Grandmaster level.

In this way, he would have the opportunity to enter the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect and become an outer disciple.

Once you become an outer disciple, as long as you persevere, you may become an inner disciple in the future, which would mean a bright future.

At this moment, Song Wanjin did not perceive any powerful aura emanating from Fang Han.

In addition, he had bullied Fang Han quite a bit in the past, so he was convinced that Fang Han must have used some kind of evil magic to injure Instructor Zhou Wanda.

But now that Vice President Yang Wenguang is here, Fang Han certainly wouldn't dare use evil magic.

He thought to himself that if he stepped forward and taught Fang Han a lesson, Dean Yang Wenguang might look at him with new respect and start to cultivate him as a key figure.

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of pride, believing that he had seized a golden opportunity.

"Song Wanjin, you bastard, you're still in the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion. With your talent, you'll never become a Martial Grandmaster if you keep wasting time here."

Fang Han remained calm, but his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

He left Longyuan Sword Academy several years ago, and now, only a few of his classmates or senior brothers remain in Longyuan Sword Academy.

He didn't expect that these people would jump out one by one, thinking that he was as easy to bully as he used to be.

Fang Han's words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Song Wanjin's sore spot.

Song Wanjin's face instantly turned ashen, and he roared, "You're asking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wanjin drew his sword from his waist and with a move called "Chaotic Wind," the sword tip danced like a serpent, stabbing straight at Fang Han.

This move is the ultimate technique among the seventy-two forms of the Panlong Sword Technique taught by Yang Wenguang.

The sword tip trembled, as if countless swords were thrusting out simultaneously, capable of piercing more than a dozen acupoints on the opponent at the same time.

Although Song Wanjin has not yet reached the level of being able to strike more than a dozen acupoints at the same time, he has studied at the Longyuan Sword Academy for five or six years and has put in a lot of effort in the 72-style Panlong Sword Technique.

As soon as he made his move, the tip of his sword pierced seven or eight major acupoints on Fang Han's body, the sword wind howling and the momentum fierce.

However, Fang Han calmly extended two fingers and gently pinched Song Wanjin's sword.

Startled, Song Wanjin hurriedly circulated his true energy, trying to thrust the sword forward, but found that the sword seemed to be pressed down by a mountain and could not advance an inch.

He tried to pull the sword out from between Fang Han's two fingers, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.

He even tried to twist the hilt to cut off Fang Han's fingers, but found that the blade was tightly gripped by Fang Han's two fingers, making it impossible to turn the blade.

Fang Han's two fingers were like an incredibly strong pair of pliers, tightly gripping his sword, leaving him in a dilemma, and his face turned deathly pale.

This scene stunned the growing number of students gathered at the Dragon Abyss Sword Academy, as if they had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.

It should be noted that being able to hold Song Wanjin's sword between one's fingers requires at least the cultivation level of a Martial Grandmaster.

Most of the instructors at Longyuan Sword Academy are Martial Grandmasters, but very few students actually become Martial Grandmasters.

"Fang Han, what kind of evil magic are you using? You'd better let go of my sword, or Vice Dean Yang will definitely kill you."

Song Wanjin's face turned red, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he could only threaten Fang Han.

"Song Wanjin, back then you bullied men and women, and several innocent girls died at your hands. Today, I will send you to your death, and that will not be an injustice to you."

Fang Han sneered, his eyes revealing endless killing intent.

He released his inner energy, and with a "crack," he snapped the tip of Song Wanjin's sword in two.

At that moment, Song Wanjin was exerting force backward, so the sword tip broke off, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward.

Fang Han casually flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword shot towards Song Wanjin like lightning.

The sword tip pierced Song Wanjin's throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Song Wanjin's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open, already a corpse.