"Then wait a moment. Once I finish off this Grand Academician, I'll take your life!" With that, Hu Ding strode toward Fang Yun.
A single stride carried him more than ten yards.
Hu Ding rapidly closed in on Fang Yun. The blood-qi fist on his right hand already resembled black magma, distorting the surrounding air as though it possessed the power to destroy an entire region.
Fang Yun lowered his eyes slightly, seemingly pondering something. Then another Great Scholar Literary Treasure Brush appeared in midair. Controlled by the power of Stroke of Divine Inspiration, it dipped deeply into the Inkstone Turtle's ink and hovered in the air.
"Thank you, Barbarian King Hu Ding, for helping me fulfill the wish I made while traveling the north years ago." As Fang Yun spoke, the brush in his hand wrote, the brush controlled by Stroke of Divine Inspiration wrote, and he simultaneously used Fluent Recitation.
Through Stroke of Divine Inspiration and Dual-Mindedness, Fang Yun unleashed three poems at once, all of them the same battle poem.
In the fifth month, snow lay on Heavenly Mountain; no flowers bloomed, only cold remained.
The flute played Breaking Willows, yet spring's colors had never met our eyes.
At dawn we fought to gongs and drums; at night we slept embracing jade-trimmed saddles.
With the sword hanging at my waist, I vowed to strike straight forth and slay Loulan!
Fang Yun's recitation echoed high overhead. With a Grand Academician's Heavenly Words in the Mouth, the imagery of the entire poem seemed to unfold before everyone's eyes. Even in the fifth month, Heavenly Mountain had neither spring colors nor flowers, only freezing ice and snow. Only upon hearing the flute play "Breaking Willows" could one know it was spring.
The soldiers on Heavenly Mountain fought the barbarians, battling