Crossing the Yangtze River

The force of over ten million Demon Barbarians fell into brief disarray.

Once rank reached a certain level, numbers could no longer make up the difference.

A million-scale army of Demon Barbarian battle flags, working with several dozen Demon Kings, could resist part of a Great Scholar's power, but they could not withstand the mighty force created by Vast Righteous Qi and Subtle Words, Profound Meaning joining with the Classics of the Sages.

On the Saint Origin Continent, the Classics of the Sages were several times more powerful than they were beyond this world.

The many Metropolitan Graduates and Hanlin Academicians watched Jiang Hechuan with envy. This was the might of a Great Scholar—one man against tens of millions.

If a Great Scholar like Jiang Hechuan, whose Vast Righteous Qi was exceptionally powerful, defended himself, then relying on his Great Scholar True Text alone, even five or six Great Demon Kings would find it difficult to approach him. Only the Mohist School's Rigid Conformity surpassed it.

After he finished reciting the entire Chapter on the Royal System, not only had the Demon Barbarian army failed to draw nearer, but because the formations at the front had suffered too many casualties, they had fallen even farther from the Skyfaring Tower Ship.

Ten million Demon Barbarians were terrified. Without Great Demon Kings holding them back, no matter how many Demon Barbarians there were, they could never charge through.

The horn of the demon ox sounded once more, and the Great Demon Kings on the mountain again gave the order to attack.

"Aoo..." Countless Demon Barbarians continued their charge. Every one of their eyes turned bloodshot as they completely lost their reason and pounced like starving wolves.

Jiang Hechuan said, "Everyone, here are military merits for the taking. Help yourselves."

Great Scholar Zhang