Fang Yun raised his head, channeled the Dragon Qi of the Literary Palace Coiled Dragon into the True Dragon Ancient Sword, then spat out the sword.
The six Grand Academicians saw a golden light suddenly rise like a brilliant sun, fly to the top of the sea-suppressing purple bamboo, and circle its tip. No extraordinary phenomenon appeared, yet the uppermost section and a half of bamboo broke off and tilted sideways.
The golden light carried the purple bamboo down, returned to Fang Yun, and vanished.
"That Tongue Sword has a vast, majestic aura, imposing as mountains and seas. It certainly has the bearing of the Dragon Race."
"There's also an Ink Sword beneath it. Only someone who established a Calligraphy Monument in Lingyan Pavilion can possess one."
"The dragon patterns on that sword are solid and unwavering. I've never seen anything like them."
"Just what is his background? The more I think about it, the more frightened I become."
"Oh no, the Devouring Dragon Vine moved!" Yun Zhaochен cried in alarm.
The six Grand Academicians turned deathly pale and instinctively made their War-Poem Dragon Horses retreat.
The smile vanished from Fang Yun's face, replaced by wariness, but he still sat on his War-Poem Dragon Horse with his head high and chest straight, looking up at the gently sliding Devouring Dragon Vine.
The Devouring Dragon Vine moved slowly like an enormous python. Then its tip emerged overhead. At first glance, it looked no different from before, much like an enlarged earthworm.
Suddenly, the Devouring Dragon Vine plunged down, arriving above Fang Yun's head in a flash.
The tip of the Devouring Dragon Vine split into eight segments, as gorgeous as eight scarlet flower petals, but each petal bore two rows of sharp teeth gleaming with a cold light!
The Devouring Dragon