On the viewing platform.
Jingguo's Grand Marshal Chen Zhixu suddenly shouted, "This is bad!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they realized what was going on.
"Fang Xusheng is in danger!"
"Fang Xusheng has never entered the thirteenth cloud ladder?"
"I've never heard him say that!"
"What if he really hasn't entered the thirteenth cloud ladder, then after we win …"
"It's over …"
Everyone in Jingguo looked at the map anxiously.
On the first cloud ladder.
Because the barbarians and demons fell into the trap, all the casualties were caused by Fang Yun alone.
Fang Yun had successfully killed the barbarians and demons, as well as the enemy general Xin Zhi. He had won the war.
Fang Yun sat on his dragon horse and looked at the cheering soldiers with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, the entire battlefield crumbled, turning into countless fragments and rays of light that flew a hundred feet away from Fang Yun, condensing into a silhouette of an old man.
There was no light in the world. Fang Yun felt like he was in the void.
The old man's body was made of white light. His appearance was blurry and he couldn't tell who he was. He pointed at Fang Yun. Fang Yun felt a chill run down his spine. Then, his eyes turned red and his body was enveloped by an endless battle intent.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
"Kill all the heartless and unrighteous people!"
"Kill all my enemies!"
"Kill all the scum that stands in the way of the human race!"
"Kill all the barbarians and demons!"
"Kill all those who stand in the way of the human race!"
"If the emperor is an enemy, he can be killed! If the emperor is an enemy, he can be killed! If the emperor is an enemy, he can be killed! "
"Everyone can be killed!"
…
Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind. At this moment, Fang Yun was completely enveloped by a terrifying battle intent. There was nothing but killing intent in his eyes.
However, no matter how many thoughts appeared in his mind, they couldn't destroy Fang Yun's mind.
After an unknown period of time, all the negative thoughts were swept away.
Fang Yun found himself in the Palace of Literature. Above, below, left, right, front, and back, there were countless enemies. There were soldiers from Jingguo, Gyeongo, Wu Guo, as well as demons and barbarians. There were too many to count.
Hundreds of millions of enemies kept attacking, but … Every time a demon or barbarian approached, the huge dragon coiled on top of Fang Yun's Palace of Literature would let out a deafening roar that could shatter millions of soldiers and horses.
Fang Yun quickly understood that he had absorbed Xin Zhi's killing power, which resulted in a mutation.
Fang Yun secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead. This was the first time he had entered the 13th Cloud Staircase and he had never experienced the baptism of Slaughter Force before.
The first time other people obtained the Killing Power was when they won their first match on the first ladder. The amount of Killing Power they obtained was extremely small. However, Fang Yun had directly obtained a portion of Xin Zhi's killing power, and the total amount was dozens of times more than what an ordinary person would get the first time.
"Fortunately, my Palace of Literature is firm. Otherwise, I would have been crushed by the killing intent and my mind would have collapsed."
Fang Yun did not know where the enemies outside came from. He had never seen such a situation in books. However, with the protection of the Palace of Literature, there was no danger at all.
However, Fang Yun still had lingering fears. If it was someone else's Palace of Literature, even an ordinary Grand Scholar would have been invaded and destroyed by these enemies.
Fang Yun carefully observed the Palace of Literature. Soon, he noticed a change.
There was an additional ornament on the waist of the statue in the Palace of Literature. It was a Tiger Tally!
"I have never heard of anyone's Palace of Literature having a Tiger Tally in their Palace of Literature. Could it be … that this is the reason why hundreds of millions of enemies are attacking my Palace of Literature?"
Fang Yun knew that there were too many secrets in this world. He did not think too much about it. With a thought, the Military Book "Thirty-Six Stratagems" appeared.
At the bottom of the cover of the Military Book, there was an additional white cloud pattern. This meant that in the future, the power of all of Fang Yun's Art of War would increase by ten percent. With every step of the ladder, he would obtain a cloud pattern.
Fang Yun reached out and stroked the Thirty-Six Stratagems. He wondered when it would become "The Art of War".
Then, Fang Yun was suddenly shocked. Compared to before, his idea was obviously too bold. Although he was not polite to the people of Gyeongo, that was because they were enemies. However, he suddenly wanted to write "The Art of War". It was not an idea at all. It was a desire.
"The Art of War and the power of killing are indeed extraordinary. However, since I have chosen to minor in the Art of War, I should change some aspects. The Art of War is not as benevolent as the Confucian School, not as strict as the Legalist School, and not as compassionate as the School of Medicine. However, it has a sharpness that no other school possesses. It is like a sword hidden in its sheath. Once drawn, it has the power to split the heavens and split the earth. In the Art of War, plan first, and courage first! "
Fang Yun suddenly realized that he had been too careful in the past. For example, in this battle, he had completely planned ahead, but he lacked courage.
The power of killing made up for the lack of courage.
Fang Yun smiled slightly. His consciousness left the literary palace. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a quarrel in the main hall.
"Xin Zhi, you little brat, if Fang Xusheng is injured today, I will sacrifice myself for justice and cut off your head!" He Ludong cursed loudly.
"You Jingguo people are unreasonable! If Fang Xusheng is unable to withstand the power of killing, he asked for it. What does it have to do with Xin Hanlin? "
"You Gyeongo people are so calculative! You sacrificed Hanlin's power of killing to injure our Jingguo Xusheng. Even if he wakes up, I'm afraid that his literary courage will be damaged. He will definitely lose the battle! "
"How would we know that Fang Xusheng has never been to the cloud ladder? He is Xusheng. Even if the court examination is not over, he can still enter the thirteenth cloud ladder. If he doesn't go, are you blaming us Gyeongo people for not warning him? "
"Bullsh * t!"
"Ahem …" Emperor Qing coughed heavily. The voices of the officials became softer.
Earlier, Emperor Qing's face was gloomy. Now that Xin Zhi had clearly lost in the Art of War, Emperor Qing was beaming with joy. His face was rosy, as if he had encountered a joyous occasion.
The people of Jingguo looked at Emperor Qing with disgust.
Emperor Qing did not seem to know how the scholars of Jingguo viewed him. He said, "Everyone, please calm down. We are all scholars. Why are you arguing? Let's wait for a moment. Fang Xusheng is a good person. Don't worry too much. Don't worry. If Fang Xusheng's literary courage is damaged, the battle can be postponed. We Gyeongo people will not take advantage of him. We will also not brag about Gyeongo's victory over Fang Xusheng and Jingguo. "
The last sentence was superfluous. The officials of Gyeongo understood and were in a good mood. However, the people of Jingguo were cursing Emperor Qing's shamelessness in their hearts. However, there was nothing they could do. If their enemy gave up on the battle ahead of time, they would naturally make a big deal out of it and ruin their enemy's Literary Name.
Fang Yun did not expect them to quarrel over him. He opened his eyes helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he realized that something was wrong with his body. He could not speak. Furthermore, a blood-red light flashed in front of him. At the same time, a thick smell of blood emanated from the Literary Palace and filled the hall.
Everyone was filled with boundless fear. They felt that they were surrounded by countless enemies and could face death at any moment.
Some of the palace maids and eunuchs were so scared that their bodies went soft. The most timid ones even fainted.
"Ah …"
"Fang Xusheng, how are you?"
"Fang Yun, you …"
"Lord Xusheng …"
All the officials of Jingguo looked at Fang Yun anxiously. This strange phenomenon was too obvious. It was as if his literary courage had been eroded by the killing force, causing his power to become unstable. That was why it leaked out and affected others.
All the officials of Gyeongo secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Fang Yun was injured. Gyeongo won the battle of literature!
Some of the officials of Gyeongo could not suppress the joy in their hearts. They immediately sent the news to their friends and family.
Very quickly, Gyeongo people's gloating articles appeared on the rankings.
"Fang Xusheng lost without defeat. Gyeongo won without defeat!"
(To be continued …)
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