After a long period of silence in the throne room, Emperor Qing revealed a mocking expression.
"What? Now that Fang Yun has been conferred the title of Saint, do you think that my throne is at stake? Are you too lazy to care about me?"
The officials quickly bowed and said, "We dare not."
"You are not doing this for me. You are doing this for Gyeongo and the Miscellaneous School among you!" Emperor Qing coldly scanned the officials.
A middle-aged Hanlin stepped forward and gritted his teeth. "Your Majesty, Half-saint has been conferred the title of Old Peach Mountain. This is an unprecedented humiliation. If we cannot fight back against Jingguo, our country will no longer be a country!"
"That's right! I suggest that we pay back Jingguo at all costs! "
"If Jingguo does not perish, Gyeongo will not be at peace!"
"Zongsheng is under the protection of such a great scholar. How can we just stand by and watch?"
A small number of officials were agitated.
Most of the officials looked on calmly.
The officials who stood out were all young and did not have high positions. They were just fighting for a way out, as the Miscellaneous School often did.
The successful and famous Miscellaneous School officials were different. They would not take the risk.
Moreover, there were less than ten percent of Gyeongo's Miscellaneous School scholars and great scholars left.
They had all been severely injured in the previous conferment of the Divine Path.
Today, Gyeongo's upper echelons were no longer under the Miscellaneous School's control.
Emperor Qing smiled and said, "Are you saying that we can't do anything to Fang Sheng, so we are venting our anger on Jingguo?"
The throne room was silent.
Some of the officials lowered their heads and rolled their eyes. They secretly cursed Emperor Qing for being muddle-headed. How could he say such things?
Emperor Qing snorted and asked again, "Jingguo is under attack by the Barbarians. If Gyeongo makes a move now, who will go to the Notre-Dame to explain? Who will go to the Emperor? "
None of the people below answered, and some of them even trembled.
There was no harm in going to the Notre-Dame to explain. At worst, they could just delay it.
However, the Emperor Qing was talking about going to Fang Yun. Who would dare to go?
At this time, Gyeongo's Left Prime Minister, Pang Jue, slowly stood up from his chair. The eunuch beside him hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man.
The officials present looked at the Old Prime Minister with extremely complicated expressions.
When the Divine Path was sealed, he had to stay in Gyeongo and did not make a move. Although he was injured because of the change in the Miscellaneous Divine Path, it did not hurt his foundation. Later, for the sake of Gyeongo, he endured the humiliation and went to Jingguo to ask for peace.
Although the result of the negotiations was to cede a province and rent five cities, and the people cursed Pang Jue for being a traitor, the officials all over the country respected him.
Before Pang Jue left, he already knew what kind of charges he would bear, but for Gyeongo, he was willing to bear the charges.
When a courtier stood at the front as a traitor, he would always be able to block the true traitor behind him.
Therefore, even though Pang Jue was almost absent from the government, no one dared to covet the position of Gyeongo's Left Premier.
The Qing Emperor still needed me, and there was no other choice for the position of Left Prime Minister.
"Cough, cough, cough …"
Pang Jue coughed for a long time and slowly straightened his chest. He scanned the officials and looked straight at the Qing Emperor.
The Qing Emperor lowered his head slightly to show respect.
"The Qin Emperor is wise and will not fall for a hundred generations. Jing Ke's assassination of the Qin Emperor will also be remembered for a thousand years. King Zhao established the foundation of the Qin Emperor's invincibility and did not cover up the good name of Lord Xinling. Although the fire is strong, the Old Man is willing to be a moth to the flame and lead the army to swear to wash away the stain of Gyeongo's name. Gyeongo will not be humiliated! "
Pang Jue's voice was powerful.
The officials looked at Pang Jue with complicated expressions.
They did not need to think too much to guess that Pang Jue was indeed doing this for Gyeongo, but he had no choice but to give up his life now.
The Half-saint who guarded the fate of the country had been sealed. If no one from Gyeongo stood up at this time, not only would the people's morale be low, but even the fate of the country would be affected.
Gyeongo needed such a person at this time.
Pang Jue was not only doing this for Gyeongo but also for himself.
No matter how strong his will was, Pang Jue was still a little disappointed. He was afraid of one thing.
If the Miscellaneous Divine Path collapsed and was completely absorbed by Fang Yun's Political Path, how would he live in the future?
Would he fight against the new Divine Path or kneel in front of Fang Yun?
Choosing the former was stupid, and choosing the latter was humiliating.
Pang Jue did not want to do either.
As such, this was his only choice.
After studying for decades, he chose a day to sing.
The Qing Emperor sighed and said, "Thank you, Mister Pang."
Pang Jue nodded and was about to turn around when he suddenly stopped and said, "Back then, Fang Yun said that he wanted to give you a poem. Please take care."
After Pang Jue finished speaking, he walked out of the hall with the help of the eunuchs.
The Qing Emperor was stunned. Only then did he remember that Fang Yun had said something after the war with Gyeongo.
"In the future, when Bensei arrives at Gyeongo's palace, he will bring this sword and give the second poem to the Qing Emperor!"
The Qing Emperor's eyes were blank as he leaned back on his throne.
The officials looked at each other. When the time came, what would Fang Yun say?
Suddenly, the Saint Origin Continent trembled slightly. Countless blood-red auroras appeared in the extreme north, covering the entire northern sky of the Saint Origin Continent.
"What happened?"
The group of scholars looked over.
"That's where the Two World Mountain is. Is the human race in trouble?"
"It doesn't seem like it. It seems like something big has happened to the Demon Realm!"
On the Two World Mountain, all the humans looked outside, dumbfounded.
In the beginning, the 34 Demon Barbarian Half-saint from the Demon Realm had gathered outside. They wanted to force the humans to contact Fang Yun and ask Fang Yun to give up on attacking Gu Xu.
The 34 Demon Barbarian Half-saint had been shouting outside, cursing and threatening. They were arrogant.
However, just now, the flying swords had appeared in the sky and suppressed the Saints from Kunlun.
The Kunlun Sword Formation enveloped all the 34 Demon Barbarian Half-saint.
In the beginning, countless invisible swords exploded. Within the sword formation, the 34 Half-saint worked together and released many protective Half-saint treasures. They were safe within the sword formation.
The 34 Demon Barbarian Half-saint sneered. They were not afraid of the Half-saint level of power at all.
Then came the starlight hurricane. The 34 Half-saint formed a circle and resisted the attack.
A large number of Half-saint treasures were suspended in the air. No matter how strong the starlight hurricane and invisible swords were, they could not penetrate the combined forces of the Saints.
The Demon Barbarian Half-saint even mocked the humans.
Then, the Kunlun Sword Formation turned pitch black.
No one could see what was inside. They could only hear screams from inside occasionally.
At first, the humans did not know where the shock absorption came from. However, Notre-Dame quickly replied that it was Fang Yun's holy battle speech.
The Demon Barbarian City's Demon Barbarian City were all in the city. They looked at each other. Other than reporting to the Demon Realm, there was nothing they could do.
Soon, the darkness of the Kunlun Sword Formation dissipated. Everyone saw that within the dense swords and starlight hurricanes, there was a huge hole in the chest of every Half-saint.
The hole continued to expand and shrink under the suppression of the Half-saint's power. However, the black hole quickly expanded again. The cycle repeated endlessly.
"Break through the sword formation! Only by breaking through the sword formation can we survive! "A Demon Ape Half-saint roared.
"The sword formation is getting stronger and stronger. We can't just sit here and wait for death!"
"This sword formation has a mysterious power!"
"Why did the Demon Realm's knell ring again?"
The knell rang ten times in a row.
The Demon Barbarian Half-saint froze in place. For a moment, they forgot where they were.
Previously, many Half-saint died. They thought it was enough. But now, not a single Half-saint died. Why did the knell ring again?
Why ten times?
Many Half-saint's expression changed drastically.
There were ten Half-saint in the Dragon City army.
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