Tony stared with an angry look.
The young lady disguised as a merchant lady, clenched her paintbrush tightly in her hand, her violet eyes flashing with a deep sense of injustice and shock.
She had personally seen Tony's incredible understanding of spiritual colors the previous night and knew his intellect was profound. she wanted to step forward to defend him, but the strict rules of the academy inspector lines made it completely impossible for an outsider to interfere.
Tony, however, did not show even a single fraction of panic, fear, or frustration. He stood perfectly still before the altar, his dark eyes locking onto Senior Brother Zhang with a terrifying, predatory sharpness that made the arrogant inspector's heart instinctively skip a beat.
Tony let out a soft, lazy chuckle and slowly pulled his bronze test token back from Zhang's reaching fingers, his deep baritone voice carrying a chilling resonance that instantly cut through the mocking laughter of the crowd.
