"I hear Fang Yun's literary guts are very strong. You'd better be careful," Gui Ao said.
"Don't worry. I know his literary guts have already reached the second realm. Give him another few decades, and I certainly wouldn't dare fight him. But right now, he's nothing to fear."
Gui Ao nodded, then suddenly said, "Come to think of it, Lord Ming Le also entered the Three Valleys Ancient Land, yet failed to kill Fang Yun. That's rather strange."
"Those Grand Academicians probably had some special method of blocking Lord Ming Le's Mingqi's Bewitching Cry."
As they spoke, the giant lizard Demon Marshal's corpse vanished, and the second contestant, the bear Demon Marshal Xiong Shi, entered the battlefield.
Fang Yun and Xiong Shi met each other's eyes.
Looking into Fang Yun's utterly calm eyes, Xiong Shi suddenly felt his fur stand on end. He had the feeling that, in Fang Yun's eyes, he was already a corpse.
Recalling everything that had just happened, even Xiong Shi, who possessed an ancestral god bloodline, felt his heart quake. There was nothing strange about Fang Yun defeating the previous demons, but defeating them so effortlessly was terrifying.
Yet as one of the Demon Race's elite, a Demon Marshal with an ancestral god bloodline flowing through his veins, he possessed supreme glory even if he was not a direct descendant of an Ancestral God.
"Roar..." Xiong Shi bellowed. All his blood energy and killing intent condensed into hard armor, and he charged toward Fang Yun like a giant war bear.
Fang Yun remained as still as an ancient well, his expression unchanged. He did not even use any other war poetry, continuing to write only "Sword Chant."
As Xiong Shi watched Fang Yun, his heart grew colder still, for he discovered that, besides a deeply