Ten-Year Deadline

Qu Hange's corpse turned to light and scattered away. He had died in the Literary Battle.

The Literary Battle Arena vanished, leaving only Fang Yun standing at the center of the valley before a million scholars.

A faint red mist still drifted around Fang Yun.

Many scholars who disliked slaughter frowned inwardly at the sight. This poem's killing intent was far too heavy. Fortunately, it was only in the First Realm. If it reached the Second Realm or even higher, who knew how terrifying its destructive power would become?

After their excitement subsided, those scholars who often fought Demon Barbarians kept pondering the scene they had just witnessed. This poem was far too extraordinary!

Great General Zhou Junhu said in a deep voice, "When Void Sage Fang returns, we must ask him in detail about this poem's effects. A War Poetry capable of shifting between illusion and reality is even more precious than assassination poems themselves. Only the War Poetry of Great Scholars can display such power."

Grand Marshal Chen Zhixu nodded. "Many people just now overlooked the true crux of the matter. After hundreds of thousands of chess soldiers joined forces, Void Sage Fang used this War Poetry to turn substance into illusion. Blades and weapons struck his body, yet he remained unharmed, while his true body broke through the Chess Realm, leapt a hundred zhang, and slew Qu Hange. Afterward, he was even able to return to his original position. From this day onward, starting with Metropolitan Graduates, the Human Race's methods of battle will gain another... Red Dust branch?"

"Once the Literary Battle ends, this poem will certainly appear in the Temples of Sages everywhere. We will study it at once and immediately learn its marvelous uses."

"If this poem can truly be made into a Literary