Nangong Mengmeng was obedient to Shen Yanxiao. Firstly, it was because she admired Shen Yanxiao from the bottom of her heart. Secondly, it was because of Shen Siyu’s instructions. Combined with both factors, she was one of Shen Yanxiao’s most loyal followers. How could she ignore Shen Yanxiao’s words?

However, Shen Yanxiao was now facing a group of proud and arrogant young teenagers who did not care about her at all. It was impossible for her to treat them as gently as she treated Nangong Mengmeng. Therefore, she went to the extreme and suppressed these brats who had yet to rebel.

Wanting to cause trouble in front of the Demon Lord was basically courting death.

Shen Yanxiao was not confident in dealing with an elite purebred undead like Kehr, but dealing with such a group of naughty brats was a piece of cake.

The first task Shen Yanxiao assigned to these naughty brats was—squat!

A large wave of young men and women stiffly followed Shen Yanxiao’s instructions and assumed the posture. At first, it was quite decent, but not long after, a few teenagers began to sway.

Shen Yanxiao walked to the hot-blooded teenager she had sent flying and raised her foot to poke his waist.

“Uh…” The young man let out a low cry.

“Are you dead yet?” Shen Yanxiao asked.

“No…”

“Get up if you’re not dead.”

The hot-blooded teenager who had just been beaten up immediately got up and looked at Shen Yanxiao with a pale face.

How embarrassing was it to be sent flying by a slap from a little kid? No matter how thick-skinned the young man was, he did not dare to cause trouble with Shen Yanxiao.

“What’s your name?” Shen Yanxiao looked at him and asked.

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“Zhanye,” The hot-blooded teenager answered honestly.

“Go and wake that one up as well, and then the two of you will find me fifty-five pots.” Shen Yanxiao calculated the number of students and instructed.

“Yes.” Zhanye answered honestly and turned to shout at the other unlucky guy lying on the ground. The two brothers in distress ran to get fifty-five pots under Shen Yanxiao’s tyrannical might.

Not long after, the two naughty brats brought the pots over. Shen Yanxiao took out the kerosene from her interspatial ring and poured it into the pots one by one. After she set them on fire, fifty-five braziers burning with small flames appeared in the martial arts arena.

The group of teenagers looked at those small braziers in horror, and an ominous premonition rose in their hearts.

“One each,” Shen Yanxiao ordered.

“…”

Soon, a brazier was placed under each teenager’s buttocks. Shen Yanxiao controlled the size of the flame well so that it would not burn them.

Of course, the premise was that they were not lazy…

“An hour of horse-riding. If you can’t do it, just wait for your buttocks to burn.” Shen Yanxiao threw out such a heartbreaking sentence and found a stool to sit down alone.

For a moment, all the undead teenagers were miserable to the extreme. This was the first time they were doing a horse stance, so how could they stand steadily? However, if they crouched down a little, they would immediately be burned by the hot flames. The high temperature of the flames forced them to maintain such a posture.

Just as some teenagers wanted to move their feet and find an opportunity to rest, they found that a black whip had appeared in the hands of Shen Yanxiao sitting opposite them…

Smack!

The black whip cracked in the air and exploded in their ears like spring thunder.

“Train properly.” Shen Yanxiao stared at them with a fake smile.