The truth was right in front of him. Wilfrid had no choice but to believe it.
Wilfrid stared at the black badge engraved with blood-red patterns on Joelson's hand. His eyes were filled with desire.
At this moment, he did not even feel jealous.
He just wanted to see it more clearly. This was the closest he had ever come to the Supreme Academy.
Wilfrid unconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to get close to the black badge.
However, in the next second, the badge disappeared in front of his eyes. Joelson had already put the badge away.
Wilfrid felt the cold gaze from Joelson.
This time, although Joelson's strength did not change, his eyes revealed a look of despair.
Facing the students of the Supreme Academy, he did not even have the slightest thought of resisting.
Joelson looked at him silently, the slaughter sword appearing in his hand.
"Roar!"
Four dragon roars echoed in the sky.