"Hahaha... It really made me laugh to death! Such a stupid boy, I, Tian Jiajun, can crush him to death just by anyone!"

Many teachers and students at Xingchen Academy also showed frightened and worried expressions.

Some people even shouted at Muyan, asking her to quickly call Xiaobao back from the battlefield, and that they were willing to go out with the Mingyan Army.

However, what responded to her was a voice with a melodious smile but no reply.

"The Mingyan Army must have a commander before it can truly become an army and defeat powerful enemies."

"And Jun Mochen is the only commander-in-chief of the Mingyan Army."

"So, of course he can't come back, let alone retreat!"

Luo Tian suddenly laughed louder, "A five-year-old baby is the commander-in-chief. What kind of garbage army is this? Is it a baby army? Hahaha!"

The monks among Tian Jiajun also looked at each other and laughed, their faces full of relaxation, without any tension or fear about the upcoming battle.

The people from Xingchen Academy tried to persuade him, but found that Muyan's expression was so determined.

However, the expressions of everyone in the Ming Yan Army were even more determined than Muyan.

Their eyes fell on the small figure in front of them, without any doubt or slightest contempt, only with full admiration and trust.

In the entire Taiyi Square, perhaps only the people from Xiaoyao Sect know why this is?

That their nephew is a five-year-old baby?

Are you saying that their nephew is not qualified to lead an army?

Hahaha... just wait for a slap in the face!

After Luo Tian finished laughing, he suddenly showed a sinister expression and waved his hand in the air, "Get them all! Crush these so-called Dark Flame Army to death one by one!!"

"Haha, I remember the head of the family said that our plan in Qingyun Realm was blocked by these guys and fell short. Today is the time for you to make a contribution. As long as you kill all these guys, when you go back, the head of the house will definitely be in trouble.

reward!"

"Kill them all—! Kill them all—! Kill them all—!!"

Tian Jiajun shouted in unison, and then they all showed their weapons and attacked the people in Taixu Camp and Mo Camp.

Luo Tian sat leisurely on the chair brought by his subordinates, looking up at the top of the palace, "Jun Muyan, if you still have some brains, take your son back as soon as possible, and then kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy."

"Otherwise, the sword has no eyes and I hurt your precious son. Don't blame me for being cruel..."

Before he finished speaking, a scream suddenly came from the crowd.

There was also a squeaking sound, the sound of flesh and blood being cut open.

And this cry clearly came from his side.

Luo Tian looked over in shock and saw a sword light passing through Tian Jiajun.

In just a short moment, the throats of five Bigu monks were slit, and blood splattered everywhere.

The shouts of killing were loud in the center of Taiyi Square.

But everyone around was speechless and completely dumbfounded.

I’m a fucking five-year-old baby?!

Is this the kind of fighting power a five-year-old should have?!

Although during the competition between the three academies, I already knew that Jun Muyan’s son was not simple.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the princes of the Lan Empire and the heirs of the five major families to respect him so highly.

But in the minds of everyone, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a five-year-old baby, how powerful can he be.

However, at this moment, what happened in front of them completely subverted their imagination.
Chapter completed!