"Roar..."
An enormous dragon head emerged from the long golden whip and glared furiously at everyone. Then, with a shake of its body, it became a gigantic golden dragon again before reverting to the True Dragon Ancient Sword and returning to Fang Yun's Literary Guts as a streak of light.
Xiao Yetian climbed up from the ground, his teeth clenched tight and his body trembling slightly. He mobilized all his Literary Qi, but could not make his wound heal any faster. The long wound across his back felt as though raging flames were burning it and ten thousand ants were gnawing at it. The pain was unbearable.
Xiao Yetian stared at Fang Yun, his eyes brimming with hatred-not merely because of the unrelenting pain, but because Fang Yun had shown him no mercy at all. He had actually knocked him to the ground, scattering all his dignity with the snow.
Fang Yun seemed not to notice the chill in Xiao Yetian's eyes. His expression remained as calm as ever as he said, "The human race needs every capable hand right now. Since you willingly accepted your punishment, the remaining nine lashes will wait until after the ancient land genesis destruction. Everyone here must remember what happened today. After our soldiers shed blood on the front lines, do not make them shed tears beneath some nauseating banner! Enter the Ice Emperor Palace."
Fang Yun sat there without moving. He did not enter the Ice Emperor Palace first.
The six Great Scholars promptly gave their orders as well. All the officers began issuing commands, leading their soldiers and the civilians in their charge into the Ice Emperor Palace.
As the humans at the front approached Fang Yun, they all naturally divided into two streams, leaving the middle clear for him and entering