Fang Yun's surroundings seemed to have turned into an acrobatic troupe. His Protective War Poetry took all manner of forms: shimmering images of soft, translucent brocade robes, hard golden armor, thick cloaks, great trees, pagodas, and even cities and mountain peaks.
These protective war poems settled over Fang Yun with almost no regard for the cost.
The instant the War Poetry touched him, Fang Yun flew forward.
Fang Yun flew at twice his normal speed.
The kings of the Ice Clan and the Blood Demon Barbarians stared at the sight, dumbstruck.
"That sickly wretch wants to contend for a Ten Cold King's throne? Isn't he courting death?" King Shi Kan could not help roaring.
"The human race really is treacherous. Fang Yun knows he'll certainly die if he stays outside the Ice Emperor Grand Hall, so he's simply going inside to let the other Grand Academicians protect him. As long as he holds out until the contest for the Ten Cold Kings ends, he can leave alive under the protection of a human Frost Lord!"
"Look how frightened he is! Moving at that speed will attract enormous amounts of extreme cold qi. All six Great Scholars will have to exert their full strength and expend a vast amount of literary qi-enough to support four people crossing the river."
"If he wants to court death, let him. We'll see how he walks out of the Ice Emperor Grand Hall alive!"
"There's still plenty of extreme cold qi in the air. There's no hurry. Let's wait a quarter of an hour. Fang Yun might just die from the extreme cold qi."
"He really might!"
The Ice Clan and the Blood Demon Barbarians watched Fang Yun together, mocking and jeering, wishing he would immediately fall into the pitch-black Undetermined River.
The humans watched