"Do you have a countermeasure?" the Empress Dowager asked Fang Yun.
All the high officials stared at Fang Yun as well.
"No," Fang Yun answered.
It was as though a cold wind had swept through the hall, blowing into everyone's hearts.
The Empress Dowager slowly said, "I learned long ago that Liu Shan has already boarded a ship northward and will arrive in the capital tomorrow."
"He is, after all, a Grand Academician of the Human Race. There is nothing improper about him wishing to tour the capital," Fang Yun said calmly.
The Empress Dowager glanced at Fang Yun and could only speak plainly. "If the Miscellaneous School goes all out and seals Jing Kingdom, then he raises his arm and calls out, what will you do?"
"Break his arms," Fang Yun said.
The officials did not know whether to laugh or cry, yet they kept straight faces.
The Empress Dowager angrily said, "I am not joking with you! If he stands outside the Golden Throne Hall and tells me and all the officials that, so long as we impeach you and restore him to the position of Left Prime Minister, the Miscellaneous School will abandon its sealing of Jing Kingdom, how are we to choose?"
"There is no need to choose. He will not reach the Golden Throne Hall," Fang Yun answered calmly.
Everyone felt sword light flashing between Fang Yun's lips and teeth.
They immediately realized that Fang Yun was a god of slaughter of the Human Race.
The Burial Saint Valley had been closed for so long that information about Fang Yun had begun to spread. Not only among the Human Race, but rumors had also reached the various realms, the Dragon Race, and the Demon Barbarians.
According to those rumors, Fang Yun had relied on the