The three Bear Demon Kings drew ever closer to Fang Yun.
"Watch him with your full attention. Don't miss a single detail!" Chai Zhi instructed the three Grand Academicians beside him, his eyes fixed on Fang Yun's face.
Two li from Pot Mountain, Fang Yun suddenly spat out his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword. Two pale golden ancient swords shot forth like fish darting through water or falcons racing through the sky, moving too fast for ordinary eyes to follow.
The instant they saw the True Dragon Ancient Sword, the four Grand Academicians led by Chai Zhi froze. Two of them even gaped, as though frightened out of their wits.
"By all the Sages, am I seeing this right? Are those... seven Dragon Patterns? An ancient sword with seven patterns?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Among all living humans, only Sage Wang Jinglong's sage sword has attained seven patterns. How old is Fang Yun? He couldn't possibly have obtained seven Dragon Patterns. They must be fake, a trick to confuse the three Bear Demon Kings!"
"Could he have absorbed enough Dragon Qi in the Battle Realm?"
"Absolutely not! The Battle Realm is one of the Dragon Race's foundations. Never mind whether he could absorb it-even if they let him, he would have to travel tens of thousands of li into its depths to do so. Back when Sage Wang entered the Battle Realm after becoming a Great Scholar, he only raised his ancient sword's Dragon Patterns to five."
"Exactly. There's no way it has seven patterns! Once a Lip Spear and Tongue Sword acquires seven Dragon Patterns, it gains extraordinary powers, all related to the Dragon Race. They say Sage Wang Jinglong's Dragon-Shocking Sword seems to have gained the Dragon Race's power to control water. When his sword emerges, all waters follow