In mere dozens of breaths, Pot Mountain collapsed into rubble, and every member of the Demon Race there died.
Fang Yun had ended the battle using only his Lip Spear and Tongue Sword.
The four Grand Academicians from the Qing Kingdom, led by Chai Zhi, had intended to steal Fang Yun's military merits, but they were still fifteen li away from him.
Four clouds of Walking the Blue Clouds halted in midair. "Defeat" was written all over the four Grand Academicians' faces. They simply could not accept what had happened.
"The Golden-Tent Barbarian King summoned the power of his ancient bloodline and unleashed a Sage Aspect strike, yet all he managed to do was knock Fang Yun's Lip Spear and Tongue Sword away? Even a Great Scholar's Lip Spear and Tongue Sword would crack under a Golden-Tent Demon King's Sage Aspect strike, injuring his literary guts! Look at Fang Yun-he's completely unaffected."
"Could it be that after gaining seven dragon patterns, his True Dragon Ancient Sword acquired other innate gifts besides the Dragon Race's Giant Spirit Patrols the Sea? That's absolutely impossible!"
"Have you noticed that the dragon patterns on Fang Yun's sword shine brilliantly, as though cast from gold, while the dragon patterns on every other human's Lip Spear and Tongue Sword are merely translucent gold?"
"There's nothing strange about that. He obtained Ancestral Dragon True Blood, so it's perfectly normal for his True Dragon Ancient Sword to be somewhat unusual. Whether translucent or opaque, the power of the dragon patterns could never differ that greatly."
"Then... how do you explain his True Dragon Ancient Sword withstanding a Silver-Tent Demon King's all-out strike? And a Bear Demon King at that. You all know a bear's strength surpasses even that of lions and tigers."
"Well..." Chai Zhi had no answer.