Fang Yun suddenly laughed coldly. When he was dealing with that Elementary Scholar, he had only used a tenth of an inch of his talent.
Fang Yun's talent had been tempered by the Five Movements of the Literati Star. He had the ancient murals in the Palace of Literati. First, he had obtained the Sacred Thunder Roar. Then, he had ascended the Four Mountains.
Suddenly, the wind around Fang Yun grew stronger, while the wind around Feng Shaoyu weakened.
"How is this possible! You guys are cheating! " Feng Shaoyu was shocked. Although he looked arrogant, he had always been studying seriously. He had been working hard for the School of Vertical and Horizontal, so he was very confident in his talent and literary palace. He was at least 30% stronger than when Fang Yun was fighting against the scholar.
But now, Fang Yun's talent and literary palace strength had suddenly increased, and was actually twice as strong as his!
The people of Gyeongo couldn't believe their eyes.
"Is Fang Yun also a disciple of Half-saint? Even the outstanding disciples of the Quasi-saint family and the Confucius family can't compare to him. "
"It's over. I shouldn't have listened to those people and come to Jingguo for the Literary Competition! Fang Yun not only has the Literary Name, but his foundation is also very strong! No wonder he could reach the Three Mountains and Three Pavilions! "
Xi Molu's face flashed with shame. He was a disciple of the Half-saint family, but his talent and literary palace were not as strong as Fang Yun's! Moreover, he was inferior to a scholar!
Many of the nervous Jingguo people heaved a sigh of relief. They had cursed Feng Shaoyu out of lack of confidence. They subconsciously thought that although Feng Shaoyu was not as good as a disciple of the Half-saint family, he was still a talented scholar of Gyeongo. Fang Yun was still a scholar after all. It was very likely that he would lose in the Literary Competition, but now … They were completely relieved.
Feng Shaoyu suddenly shouted, "Fang Yun can't beat me. You guys cheated first! I will crush his literary palace with my literary courage and give me back my justice! "
Feng Shaoyu flipped his hand and a golden piece of paper appeared in his hand. The paper suddenly stood up and the word "Substitute" was written on it.
The Great Confucian Zhen Wen.
The hearts of the Jingguo people had just settled down, but they were already in their throats.
"Bastard!" Ning Zhiyuan suddenly shouted.
"I'm going to kill you!" A High Scholar was fuming with rage.
Countless Jingguo people started cursing and swearing.
Even the five or six Gyeongo members who supported Feng Shaoyu looked angry. They didn't expect that he would dare to do this. First, he used the great scholar Zhen Wen to replace his own punishment and then hurt Fang Yun. Even if Feng Shaoyu was not punished by the power of the Holy Temple, he would still be condemned by the masses. Gyeongo's Literary Name was bound to suffer a great blow.
Feng Shaoyu, on the other hand, was smiling. He knew that as long as he dealt a heavy blow to Fang Yun's Wen Gong, he would definitely be punished. At most, Gyeongo would lose the Feng family. However, it would completely destroy Jingguo's hope of rising again. Everything would be worth it!
An invisible force landed on the great scholar Zhen Wen and completely destroyed it. Feng Shaoyu took advantage of this moment and laughed maniacally as he used the power of the Wen Gong in an attempt to break Fang Yun's Wen Gong.
Fang Yun was not afraid. Instead, he showed a look of pity.
The smile on Feng Shaoyu's face suddenly froze because he suddenly realized that his Literary Gallbladder was like an egg crashing into a boulder. Then, an even harder, taller, and heavier mountain emerged from the boulder, smashing the Literary Palace and breaking the Literary Gallbladder.
Feng Shaoyu heard a series of strange cracking sounds. He stared blankly at Fang Yun and a thought appeared in his mind.
"He is only a High Scholar. How can he have the Wen Gong? How can he reach the first level of the Wen Gong? "
"Puff …" A muffled sound came from Feng Shaoyu's head. His literary palace, guts, talent, and everything else exploded. Then, blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. The blood was mixed with a lot of debris.
Feng Shaoyu slowly fell to the ground and a large amount of blood flowed out from his seven orifices.
Feng Shaoyu was dead.
The whole place was silent.
"The Holy Punishment is good!" Someone shouted.
"The Saints can't tolerate this kind of person!"
"Serves him right! It's good that he died! "
Everyone thought that this was the Holy Punishment of the Saints.
All the Gyeongo people's faces were pale. Half-saint's Holy Punishment rarely used such an extreme method. However, when it was used, it meant that Half-saint was really angry. Everyone knew his temper.
Xi Molu heard the sound of a string breaking. Then, as if he had been struck by lightning, his body swayed and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother Xi, what's wrong?" A scholar hurriedly helped Xi Molu up. He was a member of the Half-saint family. They couldn't let anything happen to him. They had to curry favor with him.
Xi Molu suddenly began to cry. However, it wasn't tears that flowed from his eyes, but blood.
At this moment, he finally understood that he had been deceived by the School of Vertical and Horizontal Arts!
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then jumped back like a frightened rabbit.
"Blood … blood is severed!" The scholar pointed at Xi Molu, too scared to say anything.
All the Gyeongo people scattered in all directions like they were avoiding the plague. One person even fell over a chair because he retreated too quickly.
Even the officials were scared out of their wits. Now, no one was looking at the dead Feng Shaoyu. They were all looking at Xi Molu.
No one thought that things would turn out like this. They actually forced Half-saint Xi Yunxiao to sever his bloodline. To a scholar, this was a punishment worse than the Holy Punishment. This meant that Xi Molu would no longer have any ties with the Xi family. Even his immediate family would only dare to interact with him in secret.
Xi Molu's eyes were bleeding as he knelt on the ground. He raised his head and cried, "Great-grandfather! I was wrong! I was wrong! I shouldn't have forgotten the righteousness of the human race because of my own kindness! I shouldn't have known that you didn't want to participate in the Holy Battle and mistakenly entered it! I shouldn't have associated myself with people like the School of Vertical and Horizontal Arts! I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have! If I wasn't under the Art of Vertical and Horizontal Arts, I wouldn't have done this! Even if I was under the Art of Vertical and Horizontal Arts, I never thought of harming Fang Yun! Great-grandfather, please forgive me. I won't do it again! I won't do it again … "
At the end of his sentence, Xi Molu suddenly kowtowed to the ground.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
He actually used all his strength to kowtow. It was as if he was smashing the ground, causing it to tremble.
However, he didn't get any response.
He didn't know how many times he had kowtowed. Xi Molu finally stopped and shouted to the sky, "Great-grandfather above. Mo Lu is heartless, unrighteous, disloyal, and unwise. I've tainted Gyeongo and shamed the ancestors of the Xi family! Although I'm no longer a member of the Xi family and no longer have the blood of the Xi family, since I've committed the crime of treason, I won't live in shame in this world. Today, I'll die to appease the world! I'll pour my talent and resentment into the brush that I carry with me. I'll write war poems to kill the barbarians and School of Vertical and Horizontal. With my life as the price, I'll fill the sky with killing intent! I give this brush to Fang Yun, please forgive my sin! Scoundrels from the School of Vertical and Horizontal, you won't have a good death! You won't have a good death! "
When Xi Molu finished speaking, he held the brush that he carried with him. He poured all his talent and courage into the brush and threw it at Fang Yun. Then he slapped his own forehead.
His literary palace exploded and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. He fell to the ground.
The Half-saint family's High Scholar Xi Molu had died.
No one spoke. The sound of the breeze was especially loud.
Fang Yun held the blood-stained brush, shocked by Xi Molu's heroism. He slowly walked over. He crouched down and placed his hand on Xi Molu's open eyes.
"I forgive you."
Fang Yun's hand brushed past.
Xi Molu's eyes were closed and the bleeding stopped. His blood-stained face was very peaceful.
A person who could've died on the battlefield had died under the schemes of the School of Vertical and Horizontal and the School of Miscellany. Fang Yun's heart ached.
Fang Yun stood up and gripped Xi Molu's hand tightly. He gritted his teeth and then let go. He looked at the remaining people of Gyeongo.
"In order for fewer scholars to die in front of the School of Literature, if Gyeongo doesn't apologize to Jingguo, if the culprit who harmed the Jingguo people last year doesn't die to repay the world, then when I become a High Scholar and go to Book Hill, I'll fight Gyeongo! When I become a Grand Scholar, I'll fight a province! Let the fight continue! "
Fang Yun raised his head high and looked at the Gyeongo people with undisguised contempt and sorrow.
Many of the young people's eyes turned red.
Lu Yu wiped his tears and cursed, "The School of Miscellany and the School of Vertical and Horizontal are a group of dogs! They're too harmful! Especially the School of Vertical and Horizontal. In the future, whoever practices the Art of Vertical and Horizontal will break with me! "
A Gyeongo High Scholar half-knelt on the ground and sighed, "I shouldn't have forgotten the righteousness of the human race because of a moment of anger. I was wrong in this fight, very wrong. My Broken Literature Palace will repay the world! "
The Gyeongo High Scholar's head immediately made a crisp cracking sound. He then stood up shakily and slowly walked out. Everyone opened a path for him. No matter what happened before, since he broke his Broken Literature Palace, his future path was completely cut off. He could only be a High Scholar for the rest of his life.
When the other Gyeongo High Scholars and Elementary Scholars saw this scene, they immediately understood that if they continued to fight Fang Yun, not only would they lose their courage, they wouldn't even be able to keep their bodies. A divine fruit like the Flesh Growing Fruit couldn't be used on them.
Thus, the remaining High Scholars broke their courage, while the Elementary Scholars broke their Literature Palaces.
Because they broke their own Literature Palaces, their consciousness was very clear. It was just that from now on, it would be difficult for them to advance in their Literature Palaces and Literature Palaces. Because of external forces, there was still a chance for their Literature Palaces and Literature Palaces to recover. However, breaking their own Literature Palaces and Literature Palaces was a complete denial of their own abilities.
The bailiffs of the School of Literature took care of Feng Shaoyu and Xi Molu's corpses and sent them back to Gyeongo.
Many people whispered about the matter of their bloodline being cut off. They didn't think that this kind of thing that only existed in legends would actually happen in front of their eyes.
As long as the Half-saint of the Half-saint clan was still alive, many of their descendants wouldn't dare to do anything out of line for fear of their bloodline being cut off. On the other hand, those clans whose ancestors had died weren't afraid of their bloodline being cut off. They were very bold.
Fang Yun walked out of the arena and was immediately surrounded by his classmates. They all began to talk at once.
"Ai, I didn't think it would be like this. The School of Vertical and Horizontal is too infuriating! "
"There's no other way. In the Sage Debate, those who were soft-hearted have all died."
"Fang Yun, how come your talent and Literature Palace are even better than a High Scholar's? It seems like your Half-saint teacher treated you very well. This is good. In the future, no one will dare to use despicable methods to harm you. You're so strong, you're not even afraid of a Literary Battle. "
"But, do you really want to fight in Gyeongo?" Li Yuncong asked worriedly.
Everyone also shut their mouths and waited for Fang Yun's reply.
Fang Yun nodded solemnly and said, "This is something I must do! Gyeongo is too much. If all the countries in the future are like this, the human race will be enslaved by the Barbarians sooner or later! What I'm doing may not be able to completely stop such things from happening, but it will definitely be able to contain them to the greatest extent! I'll let them know the price of doing such things! "
"I'm afraid Eastern Sage is about to make his move …" A High Scholar whispered.
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