That was right. From the moment Ying Zheng began moving against the Confucian School, he had thought of the infamous burning of books and burying of scholars in Qin Dynasty history. Since the Hundred Schools of Thought would ultimately become enemies of the Empire, he might as well secretly ease up whenever Ying Zheng wanted to wipe one out. Over time, they would become a force not to be underestimated.
After all, there was strength in numbers. What was more, the Hundred Schools of Thought in this world each possessed extraordinary powers of their own—a fighting force that truly could not be overlooked.
"Six Sword Slaves will fight. Mr. Funián, whom can the Confucian School send to meet them?"
Li asked with a gentle smile.
Funián fell silent for a moment, when another voice rang out.
"Zifang is willing to represent the Confucian School." Li's gaze swept over and met a pair of unfathomably deep eyes. So this was the Zhang Liang famed throughout history.
Yet the Zhang Liang of history had been a mere scholar. In this world, he wondered what his martial arts were like.
Li pondered in secret. Given Zhang Liang's historical intelligence, he should not have taken on something unless he was certain of success.
So, did he truly have complete confidence against the Six Sword Slaves?
Li found his own speculation difficult to believe.
"Since we are discussing the Way through swords, why not first speak of our respective swords before the battle?" Seemingly oblivious to the threat posed by the Six Sword Slaves standing opposite him, Zhang Liang raised his own sword and explained leisurely, "My sword is named Soaring Void. It ranks tenth among the Ten Famous Swords."
While Zhang Liang spoke, Li studied his sword as well. Perhaps it was simply a