The scholars and scholars glanced at the military scholars with smiles on their faces and shook their heads gently as if they were laughing at how young they were.
This was because only they knew how powerful the Martial Temple Literary Platform was. Fang Yun's battle experience was extremely rich. Although the number of battles he fought was not as many as the old scholars who had experienced the Two World Mountain, his battle experience was definitely at the level of a great scholar. His understanding of the military's sacred path was also not inferior to the great scholars.
The Martial Temple Literary Platform was related to the military's sages. It was not only because the military's sacred path was powerful, but also because it required a huge amount of battle achievements that even the military's geniuses could not achieve!
After becoming the ruler of the Yangtze River, even the stubborn Zong family members and Lei family members had to admit that Fang Yun's battle achievements had reached the level of a saint.
Only with this level of battle achievements could one resonate with the will left behind by the military's sages in the world and build the Martial Temple Literary Platform.
Moreover, building the Martial Temple Literary Platform was only the first step. The next step was to awaken the Martial Temple statues, which was even more difficult than the previous steps. With Fang Yun's current experience, he could only awaken a few sages. The others could only awaken Jiang Taigong because of the accumulated merits of their ancestors.
In other words, the Martial Temple Literary Platform was tailor-made for Fang Yun. Even the scholars with the qualifications of a Half-saint would not choose the Martial Temple Literary Platform.
After Fang Yun finished talking about the Martial Temple Literary Platform, he continued to discuss the war with everyone.
Not long after, Fang Yun was shocked and looked at the barbarians. Then, many scholars and scholars looked at the barbarians' camp one after another.
The barbarians' camp was ready for battle. All the barbarians were in a defensive posture, firmly surrounding the huge tiger skin in the center of the camp.
Half of the barbarian kings had their backs to the tiger skin and were facing Ning An City. They floated in the air, some high and some low, and their eyes were fierce.
The other half of the barbarian kings faced the huge tiger skin and stood on the ground with their heads slightly lowered.
Wolf Plains and Wolf Chi, the two emperors, stood side by side. Wolf Plains held a drop of golden blood in his hands. The blood was like a small sun, illuminating hundreds of miles as if it was daytime.
The blood was incomparably beautiful, and one would be intoxicated with just one look.
The Sacred Blood slowly flew into the air above the tiger skin. Suddenly, a golden light burst out, filling the surrounding area with dazzling light. Everyone instinctively squinted their eyes.
After one breath, the light slowly receded, revealing a huge silver wolf that was over a hundred feet long. Its entire body emitted a faint radiance, and within a radius of a thousand feet, there were countless strange lights and shadows drifting about, like grass, feathers, and leaves.
This giant wolf had a body full of dense silver fur. When the wind blew, the silver fur gently fluttered. It was soft and elegant, and had a unique beauty.
No one could see what was hidden under the wolf's fur, but just by looking at his appearance, one could feel the explosive power. His shoulders, back, legs, claws, and other body curves were perfect and flawless, as if he could represent all the males in the world, a powerful force that dominated the world.
The giant wolf was as tall as a sixty-story building, far taller than the city walls of Ning An City. In the eyes of the crowd, the giant wolf was like a small fortress.
The Giant Wolf swept a glance at the Barbarians beneath him. All of them knelt down and called out his name.
"Greetings, Your Majesty Langlu!"
Half-saint of the Demon Race, the incarnation of Wolf-Slaughter, had arrived.
The incarnation of Wolf-Slaughter looked up at Ning An City.
A pair of large azure wolf eyes were clear and transparent, without any impurities, like two lakes.
He was clearly a ferocious beast, but in everyone's perception, he was a handsome man. There was no trace of aggression in his eyes. Instead, he looked like a gentle gentleman, like a kind gentleman, bearing etiquette and music, with a scholarly temperament.
Many humans were prepared to be killed by Wolf-Slaughter, but when they saw the current Wolf-Slaughter, they instinctively relaxed. They felt that Wolf-Slaughter would not kill them, but would instead help them.
In the next moment, Fang Yun and the other scholars broke out in a cold sweat.
Fang Yun was extremely shocked. He secretly thought that the incarnation of Half-saint was indeed powerful. He had been deceived by the rumors. The rumors said that the Demon Race and Barbarian Half-saint were all extremely ferocious lunatics who would kill anyone they saw. They were simply mad dogs. Only when he saw them did he realize that these Half-saint had reached a very high realm. Even if their intelligence was not as good as that of the Human Race, they would not attack unless it was time to shed all pretense of cordiality. They knew very well how to deal with the Human Race.
Fang Yun could be sure that except for the great scholars, everyone present was already full of respect and even gratitude for Wolf-Slaughter. It was like a powerhouse who could have killed them but did not do so. Anyone would want to thank him.
However, Fang Yun and the great scholars immediately realized that Wolf-Slaughter would not be good to the Human Race at all, nor would he sacrifice the interests of the Demon Race and Barbarian Race for the Human Race. The reason why he did so was only because the instinct of the Holy Position told him to do so. Instead of exposing his hostility from the beginning, it was far better to use this method to win people's hearts.
The best way to conquer was not to kill, but to make the other party admire and then submit.
Fang Yun sighed in his heart. This was the power of the Holy Position. Even if the Demon Race was famous for being stupid in the myriad of worlds, once they were promoted to the Holy Position, they would still appear to be full of wisdom. Even if they were really stupid, they would not do anything stupid.
Later, Fang Yun suddenly realized that it was not that Wolf-Slaughter had really become smart and knew how to use tricks. It was because of the myriad of Holy Paths. Even if Wolf-Slaughter's Holy Path was far from the power of the Holy Path that was full of wisdom, it was closer to the Holy Path than anyone below the Half-saint.
Everyone present would not interfere with the Holy Path. Wolf-Slaughter was influenced by the Holy Path that was full of wisdom, so he became very intelligent. However, once a Half-saint descended and destroyed Wolf-Slaughter's Holy Path, leaving Wolf-Slaughter's Holy Path only with killing and cruelty, then he would not use this method to deal with the Human Race. Instead, he would use threats and other methods that were close to his own Holy Path to deal with the Human Race.
Fang Yun stared at Wolf-Slaughter's blue eyes. His gaze was so gentle that it was almost benevolent, but Fang Yun had a feeling that there was a sea of blood hidden under the blue eyes. Only those who were not experienced enough and were not wise enough would be deceived by Wolf-Slaughter's appearance. Those who were truly strong-willed would definitely not like Wolf-Slaughter and would instinctively be vigilant in their hearts.
The power of the Holy Path surpassed that of the race, so Wolf-Slaughter could make ordinary people forget about their national enmity and admire him. However, if a person's wisdom, experience, knowledge, and so on were truly outstanding, they could be influenced by the Holy Path, but they would definitely not lose themselves.
Fang Yun lifted his chin slightly. His gaze became extremely determined. Then he saw that the air around Wolf-Slaughter seemed to be slightly distorted.
Fang Yun was delighted. This was the manifestation of the power of the Holy Path distorting reality. Only great scholars who had touched the edge of the Holy Path would be able to see it. If he could see the traces, it meant that he was infinitely close to becoming a great scholar.
A trace of surprise flashed through Wolf-Slaughter's eyes. He stared at Fang Yun and said slowly, "Fang Yun, little boy, if you bind your arms and join my race, Bensei will guarantee that you will become the first rebellious Half-saint in all the worlds!"
In the human race, rebellious humans were derogatory, but in the demon world, rebellious humans were praised.
Fang Yun replied indifferently, "Wolf-Slaughter, if you join Bensei and become Bensei's mount, Half-saint will show you the path to becoming a Supreme Saint."
"How dare you!"
Before Wolf-Slaughter could speak, countless barbarians shouted loudly. Some of the barbarians were almost mad. That was a demon saint. How dare a mere human make him a mount!
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