Under the eyes of millions from both races, Fang Yun beckoned with one hand, drawing Zong He's River-Drinking Shell into his grasp, then hurled it high into the sky.
The power of the Bloodmang Realm descended from above and enveloped the River-Drinking Shell, dissipating after several breaths.
Before the eyes of all, he had killed to silence a witness and destroyed the evidence.
Whether the Grand Academicians and Great Scholars present or the various forces lurking in the shadows, all stood rooted to the spot, staring at Fang Yun in disbelief. They had never imagined anything like this could happen.
A special envoy of the Eastern Sage Pavilion, a blood relative of a Half-Sage, had come-and Fang Yun had killed him without a moment's hesitation. Nothing like this had ever happened before.
Had Zong He's grandfather still been alive, Saint Zong would have respectfully addressed him as his elder brother!
Zhang Poyue stared at Fang Yun, speechless for a long while. Only after struggling to find his voice did he squeeze out two words.
"Fucking! Awesome!"
The scholars all rolled their eyes. Was that something a Grand Academician should say?
After the brief shock, the humans continued their retreat, but their minds were all racing.
What consequences would Fang Yun face?
How would the Eastern Sage Pavilion and the Zong Family react?
Would this cause internal strife in the Sacred Academy?
Would the Left Prime Minister formally move against Fang Yun because of this?
Had Fang Yun had any other way to resolve the situation?
After turning it over in their minds, they realized that Fang Yun's swift blade cutting through the tangled knot had actually been the best choice.
Grand Academician Liu Hong said angrily, "Void Sage Fang, even if Niu Shan had been arrested, you could have taken