“No!” Shang Qingying suddenly roared with misery. She wanted to charge up into the sky, but Lu Wan’er and Yu Wushuang held her back with all their might.

As for the students and everyone else in the city, they looked up into the sky with astonishment when they heard the masked man, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.

The dean ignited his soul? He detonated himself?

They were praying, praying that it wasn’t true.

Yang Ye’s eyes were filled with shock ...