Even Yi Zhishi, the greatest Great Scholar of the age, had only reached the peak of the Literary Guts Second Realm before experiencing the Ritual Music Chime Bells. In terms of realm, he had merely been one small level stronger than Fang Yun was now.
Fang Yun looked at his Literary Guts and felt even more confident about the Metropolitan Graduate Spring Hunt.
This meant that as long as he unleashed the power of his Literary Guts, he could directly shut a Demon Marshal's demon arts outside, while consuming very little Literary Guts power. Even if an Ordinary Demon Marquis attacked with demon arts now, Fang Yun could rely on his Literary Guts power to block it several times in succession.
However, although Fang Yun's Literary Guts had reached a sufficient realm, it had not been tempered by the passage of time. Its actual strength was far inferior to that of Great Scholars at the same realm.
Many Great Scholars now were only at the Literary Guts Second Realm, their realm similar to Fang Yun's. Yet after decades of tempering, once they released their Literary Guts power, it was enough to slaughter large numbers of Demon Marshals. Fang Yun's Literary Guts was not nearly so sharp; it could barely slaughter ordinary Demon Soldiers.
In other words, with a movement of Fang Yun's Literary Guts, he could already kill an Academy Student.
"What a pity time is pressing. If I had several decades to be baptized by the years, my Literary Guts would be enough to kill Demon Marshals."
The thought only flashed through his mind. Fang Yun was not someone who failed to appreciate what he had.
The Literary Palace slowly descended. Fang Yun was already fully satisfied, quietly reviewing his own growth in his heart.
There was no need