"You're courting death!" Xiong Tu looked like a madman, but his projection had presence without power. It could only intimidate ordinary scholars, and Fang Yun remained unmoved.
Xiong Mo finally sensed the danger of death. He pointed at Fang Yun and cursed furiously, "My father is a Demon King, and Chief Xiong Tu is a Demon King too! Offending both of them means offending every bear demon! You've offended every member of the Demon Race in Bloodmang Ancient Land!"
"So what?" Fang Yun did not care in the slightest.
"You..." Xiong Mo was already gravely wounded. Provoked by Fang Yun, he spat out blood.
"Human Hanlin Academician, you're forcing this king to personally march on Gathering Cloud City!" Xiong Tu's fury soared to the heavens.
"All right. I'll be waiting for you atop Gathering Cloud City's walls," Fang Yun said calmly.
The scholars present stood frozen like wooden chickens. Never in their lives had they witnessed such a peculiar scene: a young Hanlin Academician actually dared to remain so composed before the Bear Clan's foremost Demon King, utterly disregarding the threats of its greatest tribe.
"You... this king will kill you! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces and mince you into pulp!" Xiong Tu's projection grew increasingly unstable, a sign that his true body had been thoroughly enraged.
"Enough nonsense! Kill that bear demon!" Fang Yun issued his final command.
The remaining two hundred-odd water demons charged straight at Xiong Mo, their eyes bloodshot and their reason gone.
"You can't kill me! My father won't spare you! Chief Xiong Tu won't spare you! You can't..."
Fang Yun said coolly, "I was only using you to test my War Poetry. Now that the test is over, you've naturally outlived your usefulness."
"What?"
With bitter unwillingness filling his eyes, Xiong Mo