The Shellwing Emperor was spotless and composed, yet Fang Yun detected a trace of fatigue in its eyes.
Fang Yun smiled faintly. "Not bad. I didn't expect you to emerge completely unscathed."
The Shellwing Emperor stared at the Sacred Soul Literary Platform behind Fang Yun. "What kind of Literary Platform is this?"
The moment it spoke, it commanded ten Shellwing Blades to attack Fang Yun.
Previously, when the Shellwing Blades struck the Realm of Family, State, and World, they would not immediately deform it. But now, every slash sent ripples across the bubble-like surface of the Realm of Family, State, and World.
However, Fang Yun's Literary Qi and Withering Force were abundant now, allowing him to withstand them normally.
"As for this Literary Platform, it is a secret of our Human Race. I won't tell you," Fang Yun said.
The Shellwing Emperor sneered. "The Sacred Words Grand Technique is a forbidden art. You wish to borrow power from the saints, but the saints' wills may not be willing to lend it to you indefinitely. Even if they are, you cannot bear too much of it. Using the Sacred Words Grand Technique three times in one day is the limit for a Literary Grandmaster. As for you, four times at most."
After speaking, waves of powerful fierce intent rippled around it and merged into the Shellwing Blades, making the ten blades even more savage.
The Shellwing Blades carried the power of bone carvings and could originally suppress anyone below the Half-Sage realm with ease. Yet Fang Yun possessed the powerful force of a Star Position, equal in level, as well as Withering Force, not vastly inferior in raw power. He could completely endure such attacks.
"You know very well that this kind of power cannot kill me!" Fang Yun said.
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