At that moment, Fang Yun wore a blue robe, but surging literary qi churned within him.
As he began to write, a dim full moon rose behind him.
Upon advancement to Great Scholar, the clouds of literary qi became a moon.
However, Fang Yun was not a true Great Scholar, so this full moon was dimmer than any Great Scholar's.
The literary qi within Fang Yun was so abundant that it began spilling into his surroundings, lifting his robes and long hair.
After grievously wounding Niu Shan, Lang Lu had continued resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, however, he lowered his head to look at Fang Yun.
Seeing those seven characters, Lang Lu knitted his brows tightly. After a moment's hesitation, he remained motionless in the sky, waiting for Chen Guanhai's true body.
High overhead, fierce winds roared, swiftly gathering into an enormous, pale-white vortex.
Many people already knew that only the first creation of Great-Scholar War Poetry could summon this power: Firmament Righteous Qi.
The stronger the slaughtering power of the War Poetry, the more concentrated the Firmament Righteous Qi.
Now, this terrifying Firmament Righteous Qi was even more concentrated than what Phantom Demon Fang Yun had summoned by sacrificing his life to write "Lingding Ocean."
The scholars' dim gazes brightened slightly. Firmament Righteous Qi this concentrated was undoubtedly a good omen.
But the kings of the Barbarian Race grew somewhat unsettled. They all realized how unusual this War Poetry was and turned toward Lang Yuan together.
Lang Yuan gritted his teeth and roared, "Let him finish! Unless he becomes a Literary Grandmaster, he can forget about hurting me!"
The instant Lang Yuan finished speaking, an enormous sound rang out in the sky, like a drum and a bell.
The few scholars with high Literary Ranks lit up with