Great Zhou Wensheng

Chapter 142 Dragon Essence Blood, Grand Scholar's Bloodstained Treasure!

On the shores of Taihu Lake, the winds and clouds suddenly shifted!
The 100,000-strong navy of Jiangnan Province was arrayed like a dragon, with 800 warships and 9,000 large warships stretching across the lake, their iron armor gleaming and their masts like a forest, blocking out the sun.

Governor Wei Guanlan stood atop the flagship, his green robe fluttering in the wind, the jade belt at his waist gleaming coldly.

Behind him, Jiang Xingzhou held a commander's flag with the poem "Short Song Ballad" on it, the ink flowing like dragons and snakes, its majestic spirit soaring to the heavens.

opposite,

Demon King Ao Li led 50,000 demon soldiers from the Taihu Demon Court, entrenched in the black mist that stretched for hundreds of miles, where demonic energy surged like boiling water.

Shrimp soldiers and crab generals, turtles and sharks roaring, water monsters grotesque, and eerie winds howling.

Ao Li's face was vaguely visible, his golden eyes were like torches, and his sea monster horse was swallowing up turbid waves, its ferocity overwhelming.

—The two armies are locked in a standoff, their fighting spirit boiling!

"That being the case——"

Wei Guanlan flicked his sleeves and his voice boomed like a bell: "What generals have you dispatched to fight?!"

"Zhao Wuxin, advance!"

Fei Wuxin clapped his hands lightly, his smile sinister.

"Here!"

A hoarse reply rang out from the ranks of the three thousand rebellious scholars of the Heartless Palace.

—A man covered in scales, thin as a ghost, slowly raised his head, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes, which flashed with bloody light and were filled with murderous intent.

He wore a bronze mask and carried a black sword on his back, its blade shrouded in blood rust, as if a ghost were wailing.

The man staggered, leaped onto a piece of dead wood, and headed towards the center of the lake—the front lines of the two armies.

As the black robe billowed, the black mist writhed like a living thing, and a withered, brittle body could be vaguely seen beneath it.

A scholar who passed the imperial examinations?!
On the battlefield, Fei Wuxin sent an unknown scholar to fight.
But Wei Guanlan's brows furrowed suddenly.

—The bloodstains on that sword clearly indicate… the grudge of the massacre!
"Zhao Wuxin...who is this person?"

Wei Guanlan frowned, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized the figure in the black robe and mask.

On the battlefield, the generals clashed.

The rank of the generals who went to war was not important; what mattered was "equality," and they would usually challenge each other to battle if they were of the same rank.

If the demon army sends a demon general to fight, he will send a Jinshi prefect to meet the enemy; if Hanlin scholar Fei Wuxin personally takes to the field, he can also personally draw his sword to fight!

If someone sends a higher-ranking official to fight, even if they win, it will be an unfair victory, and they will be ridiculed by the other side.

But now, the other side has only sent an unknown scholar wearing a bronze mask?
But this put him in a difficult position!

Behind him, the ten prefects of Jiangnan Circuit were the strongest in terms of combat power, all of whom were Jinshi (successful candidates in the highest imperial examinations).

Among the naval commanders, although there are several hundred scholars who have passed the imperial examinations, their strength is average—if they were to be defeated, it would greatly affect the morale of the entire army!
Wei Guanlan tapped the hilt of his sword lightly with his fingertips, lost in thought and remained silent.

"Zhao Wuxin?"

"We have never heard of this name before!"

"Among the rebellious intellectuals, they actually sent an unknown nobody to the front lines?"

The generals of the Jiangnan navy whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed suspiciously on the man in the black robe and mask.

The two armies clashed on the battlefield, watched by 100,000 naval troops and 50,000 demon soldiers. The outcome would determine the morale of the entire army, so why would Demon King Ao Li and Fei Wuxin send out an unknown soldier?

—There must be some deceit involved!
Du Shangjun said in a deep voice, "Sir, Fei Wuxin is cunning and scheming! Since he dared to send this man into battle, he must have carefully planned it, and the chances of winning are extremely high!"

"If we lose this battle, morale will be thrown into chaos. We must be extremely careful!"

Wei Guanlan's gaze swept over the naval officers and generals under his command.

All the naval commanders looked solemn, and none of them dared to ask to fight.

The night before, the Longwan Water Fortress was ambushed by three thousand demon soldiers. It was only with great difficulty that Jiang Xingzhou's poem "Short Song" helped to restore the morale of the 100,000-strong navy!

Who should go?
Who can guarantee victory and maintain the morale of the 100,000-strong navy?

Just then, when Prefect Wei Guanlan was in a dilemma—

suddenly--

"Students are willing to go!"

A clear shout pierced the heavy air, and all the generals turned to see a young man stepping forward, volunteering for the mission—

His green robe fluttered in the wind, his eyebrows were sharp as knives, and the three-foot-long sword at his waist, though unsheathed, already exuded a chilling aura!

It is Jiang Xingzhou who is in charge!

A glint flashed in Wei Guanlan's eyes, and he slowly nodded: "Agreed! Our army, led by Jiang Xingzhou, the flag bearer of the 100,000-strong Jiangnan navy, will go into battle!"

The first battle between the two armies is crucial to the morale of both sides, and victory is imperative!

This battle cannot be entrusted to anyone who is not certain of victory!
He had complete confidence in Jiang Xingzhou.
Looking across the 100,000-strong navy in Jiangnan, there are many scholars and generals, but none can compare to this young man!

Even better
If Jiang Xingzhou, a mere scholar, were to kill the enemy's traitorous scholar on the spot!

A victory for a lower-ranking scholar—this is a tremendous disgrace and a complete loss of face for the demon army.

The morale of the Great Zhou navy will surely soar tenfold, while the morale of the demon army will be frozen to the extreme, causing their confidence in this battle to be severely shaken.

Fei Wuxin unfolded her folding fan with a "whoosh," covering half of her face, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes, a flash of cold light.

He was overwhelmed with excitement and ecstatic joy.

Jiang Xingzhou!
In order to ensure victory in the first battle, Governor Wei Guanlan indeed dispatched Jiang Xingzhou, the most talented scholar in Jiangnan!
"Oh? They actually sent a mere scholar?"
"The scholar sent by my Wuxin Palace is a distinguished candidate in the imperial examinations!"

He gently waved his fan and sighed with feigned regret, "Even if we win, it would be a rather dishonorable victory! Why don't you reconsider and send another scholar to compete?"

Before he finished speaking——

"No need!"

Jiang Xingzhou said loudly,

He knew that the Demon King Ao Li and Fei Wuxin had schemed and prepared all sorts of unpredictable methods in advance to win this battle, and they were extremely confident of victory!
Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent this unknown scholar in a bronze mask and black robe to the competition.

but.

The two armies clashed for the first time; victory is imperative!

Sending naval officers who were scholars to the front lines would further reduce their chances of victory, and a certainty of success could not be guaranteed.

He swung his hand back and planted the flag of the 100,000-strong navy into the flagpole with a clang!

The flag fluttered in the river wind, billowing like a dragon!
With a light touch of his toes, he gracefully leaped onto a small boat, his blue robe billowing in the wind. The boat shot off like an arrow, cutting through the waves!

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent.

The river surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the 100,000 warships of the navy were completely silent.

On the warship, the soldiers gripped their sword hilts tightly; at the bow of the warship, tens of thousands of students from the ten prefectures of Jiangnan unconsciously leaned forward—their breaths even catching in their throats.

The formation of 50,000 demon soldiers was completely silent.

All the demon soldiers and generals couldn't help but swallow hard, their demonic bodies trembling slightly, their eyes widening as they awaited the clash between the vanguard of the two armies.

Many of them were demon soldiers and generals who had personally witnessed Jiang Xingzhou's powerful arrow that killed the turtle demon general. At this moment, the muscles under their scales were trembling uncontrollably with fear.

However, they didn't know just how much strength that rebellious scholar possessed to withstand Jiang Xingzhou!

The river wind suddenly turned cold.

The man in black robes stood atop a withered tree, its decaying branches bobbing in the turbid waves, yet remaining perfectly still.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Jiang Xingzhou, as if trying to imprint his image into his very being.

"who are you?"

Jiang Xingzhou frowned slightly.

He was certain that he had never crossed paths with "Zhao Wuxin," but the hatred surging in the other's eyes was as real as a raging torrent.

"You harmed my entire clan, and you still ask who I am?"

The man in black robes suddenly ripped off his mask—

A pale, boyish face covered in hideous scars suddenly appeared, with sharp scales on his cheeks!
"Zhao Zilu?"

Jiang Xingzhou's pupils suddenly contracted.

The illegitimate son of Zhao Bingzhu of the Zhao family in Jiangzhou has now become a rebellious scholar?!
"Zhao Zilu?!"

On the ship, a sudden uproar erupted among the students of Jiangzhou Prefecture.

Some people suddenly stood up, knocking over the table; others gasped, their fingers unconsciously clenching their robes.

"Wasn't the Zhao family, who harbored a traitorous scholar, already exterminated and their property confiscated by Prefect Xue?!"

Shocked whispers spread like wildfire—

The swift and decisive operation from a few months ago is still fresh in my mind.

When Xue Chonghu, the prefect of Jiangzhou, led his three thousand soldiers to kick down the vermilion gates of the Zhao residence, the torches illuminated the night sky in a blood-red hue.

All 337 members of the Zhao family, from the elderly to the young students, were arrested and imprisoned in a death row cell, to be executed on a later date.

"The execution ground was soaked in blood that day, and the executioner's blade was even dulled. How could he possibly still be alive?!"

Even more chilling is—

The black-robed man in front of me, exuding a demonic aura, is hardly the same illegitimate son of the Zhao family from back then.

"Zhao Zilu?! How are you still alive... and even a successful candidate in the imperial examinations?!"

Jiang Xingzhou was shocked, and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Ha ha……"

A bright smile appeared on Zhao Zilu's lips, but his eyes grew increasingly cold.

“My family of over three hundred people, along with the assassins, were all taken to Caishikou to be beheaded… But by some strange twist of fate, I survived.”

His voice was hoarse and rough, filled with deep-seated hatred:
"My father had a past relationship with the Palace Master of Wuxin and asked him to rescue me."

The day before my execution, I contracted the 'plague' and died in prison... Who would even glance at a 'child's corpse'?
The officials, fearing the plague, threw my body into a mass grave!

Zhao Zilu slowly raised his hand and suddenly ripped open his shirt—his fingertips traced across his chest—a place where flesh and blood should have been throbbing, but now it was empty.

Beneath the black robe, his chest cavity was hollow, within which a twisted "weedy literary heart" wriggled, its roots coiling around his bones like living things, exuding a decaying literary aura.

"Thanks to the Palace Master of Wuxin Palace for saving me and bestowing upon me a 'rebellious and impure heart'... From now on, I am no longer the illegitimate son of the Zhao family, but the Wuxin Palace—Zhao Wuxin!"

"Later, I followed the Heartless Palace Master and served the Taihu Demon Court!"

Zhao Zilu's voice was hoarse like rust scraping against each other, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with madness and hatred.

"The Demon King Ao Li has taken a liking to me—he has bestowed upon me a drop of dragon essence blood!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, his black robes fluttering wildly, and his body surged with a demonic aura as dark as ink.

"boom--!"

A violent demonic power erupted from his body, his skin cracked open inch by inch, revealing hideous, dark blue-black dragon scales that gleamed with a chilling light.

His fingernails had long since transformed into sharp claws, dripping foul-smelling slime from their tips.

"With the blood of the dragon entering my body, my literary rank has skyrocketed—I am now a 'Demon General'!"

He laughed wildly, but his voice sounded as if it had been torn apart, half-human and half-demon, twisted and terrifying.

The Demon King Ao Li established his residence and court in Taihu Lake!
The Demon Court is important because it has the sole power to grant "demon titles".

Zhao Zilu was originally a mortal, but after consuming a drop of dragon essence blood from the demon king Ao Li, he was forcibly promoted to the rank of "demon general".

But he is human, equivalent to a scholar!

He was called a scholar who passed the imperial examination, but in reality he was a half-human, half-demon, incongruous "demon general" whose literary rank had long been tainted by demon blood!

"Look at me now!" He ripped off his tattered black robe, revealing a body covered in scales—

Its muscles were bulging, its body was covered in blue scales, and sharp bone spurs even protruded from its spine, making it look like an unformed scaled demon!

"Neither human nor demon... all of this is thanks to you!"

A low, guttural roar escaped his throat, and his eyes transformed into vertical pupils as he stared intently at Jiang Xingzhou, his hatred boundless!

"Pooh!"

With a loud spit, the students on the ship glared angrily at Zhao Zilu and began to hurl insults at him.

"Zhao Zilu! Your Zhao family colluded with traitors and deserves to be executed along with your entire clan! Now you're neither human nor ghost, and you still dare to blame Brother Jiang?!"

"If Brother Jiang hadn't exposed your Zhao family's conspiracy, the entire Jiangzhou Prefecture would probably have been destroyed by you!"

The crowd was outraged, and the outcry was deafening.

Lu Ming slammed his fist on the railing and shouted sternly, "Your Zhao family has been secretly raising assassins and colluding with the evil court. The evidence is irrefutable! Prefect Xue's confiscation of your property and extermination of your entire family is a matter of justice!"

Han Yugui sneered: "You survived by sheer luck, but instead of repenting, you've sided with a demon and willingly fallen into depravity! Now, in this half-demon form, you still have the nerve to complain?!"

Even more resolute individuals drew their swords directly, their cold gleam pointing directly at Zhao Zilu:

"Brother Jiang, you've rid the people of a scourge, that's a noble cause! You traitor, you escaped by sheer luck, and instead of hiding in the ditch, you dare to show your face today? Do you really think Jiangzhou has no one to rely on?!"
Even if Brother Jiang doesn't kill you, I will!

Zhao Zilu was berated by thousands of scholars from Jiangzhou Prefecture, leaving him speechless and furious.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a scroll billowing with black smoke flew out from his sleeve—

"laugh--!"

The scroll was unfurled, the ink stains as red as blood. The originally pure Confucian and Taoist scriptures were corrupted by filth, the characters twisted like wriggling maggots, and emitting a nauseating stench!
"Ha... Hahaha!"

Zhao Zilu laughed in extreme anger, his eyes bloodshot, his face twisted like a demon, and he roared ferociously, his voice like a knife scraping rust, extremely grating.

"Jiang Xingzhou!"

"I won't kill you... I'll make you taste what it's like to degenerate into a traitor!"

Zhao Zilu let out a sharp whistle.

He suddenly shook the scroll, and the black smoke suddenly surged, transforming into countless ferocious bloody hands that grabbed at Jiang Xingzhou!

On that bloody hand, countless distorted human faces vaguely appeared. They were all the remnant souls of Confucian scholars corrupted by the tainted blood treasure, howling and roaring, trying to drag Jiang Xingzhou into the abyss!

"I want you... utterly disgraced! To be condemned by all! Only then can I vent my hatred!"

"boom--!"

Black smoke exploded, and the filthy, blood-stained treasure unfolded completely. In an instant, filthy poems surged like a raging tide, blotting out the sky!
—This was originally a precious book written by a Grand Academician of the Palace, the first of its kind in Mingzhou, containing righteous energy and capable of suppressing evil spirits.

However, at this moment, it has been completely altered!
"Hehehe... How does it taste to have the filthy text personally altered by Hanlin Academician Fei Wuxin?!"

Zhao Zilu grinned maliciously, his voice like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Within the black smoke, countless twisted characters wriggled like maggots, turning the originally pure and upright Confucian and Taoist texts into obscene and erotic songs and heretical theories!

"The sage said" was altered to "The demon lord said", and "righteous spirit" was twisted into "full of obscenity", which is filthy and pierces the heart of literature!
Even more frightening is-

These filthy words can actually corrupt the literary court, the literary mind, and the literary courage!

Anyone who gets tainted will suffer the following consequences: at best, their literary energy will dissipate; at worst, their Dao heart will collapse, and they will become a rebellious species!

A moment of effort.

Centered on the withered tree beneath Zhao Zilu's feet and the small boat beneath Jiang Xingzhou's feet, the area within several miles was already enveloped by the billowing filth emanating from the tainted and bloodstained text of "Mingzhou".

Countless obscene articles pressed towards Jiang Xingzhou.

Jiang Xingzhou stood on a light boat, gazing at Zhao Zilu, who was in a frenzy across from him. His body was enveloped in his own azure aura, protecting him.

"Sizzle—sizzle—~!"

The filthy black mist, like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, frantically eroded the azure aura surrounding Jiang Xingzhou, emitting a corrosive sound that made one's teeth ache.

Amidst the billowing black smoke, Zhao Zilu's distorted face appeared and disappeared, his eyes filled with madness and pleasure—

"Jiang Xingzhou! No matter how profound your talent, can it withstand the defilement of a literary treasure of the [Mingzhou] level, personally inscribed by a Grand Academician of the Imperial Academy?!"

"Today, you will surely become a traitor!"

He was scorned by everyone in the world!

The filthy words surged forth like a tidal wave, each word like the howling of a demon, trying to penetrate Jiang Xingzhou's literary courage and corrupt his mind!
however--

Jiang Xingzhou stood on the light boat, his expression still calm.

He lowered his gaze slightly, watching his azure talent gradually being devoured by the black smoke, and understood in his heart.

"No wonder..."

The Demon King Ao Li and the Palace Master Fei Wuxin are so confident that they dare to send Zhao Zilu alone to fight them one-on-one. It turns out that they are relying on this completely corrupted Mingzhou cultural treasure!
Fei Wuxin is indeed cunning and ruthless!

—If it were an ordinary scholar from the Jiangnan Navy, his literary talent would likely crumble, his literary mind corrupted, and his literary courage cracked, becoming corrupted and turning him into a rebellious scholar.

But unfortunately...

They encountered him, Jiang Xingzhou!
Suddenly, a clear light shone brightly from Jiang Xingzhou's sleeve.
"Om-!"

A sudden glint of light appeared, and an ancient scroll flew out from the sleeve—it was none other than the first treasured copy of "The Humble Abode" of the Mingzhou level!
The moment the scroll unfolds—

[This is a humble abode, but my virtue makes it fragrant!]
The eight-character mantra erupted with a powerful and radiant light, transforming into a clear radiance several feet long, forcefully repelling the surrounding filthy and bloody texts!

The black mist receded like a tide, emitting a hissing, corrosive sound, but it could no longer penetrate more than three feet around Jiang Xingzhou!

Virtuous and wise, impervious to all evil!

however……

Jiang Xingzhou's gaze did not linger on "The Humble Abode Inscription".

The literary arts he intends to unleash are not this first and most precious literary treasure!

He merely used "The Humble Abode Inscription" to protect himself from the invasion of vile writings, buying himself a moment to write another stunning piece!
With a flick of his finger, his talent, sharp as a knife, wrote another poem or essay in mid-air—

Zhao Zilu!

This is the article that will truly kill you!

"Damn?!"

Zhao Zilu's pupils contracted sharply, and his expression changed drastically.

He never expected that Jiang Xingzhou's [Mingzhou] artifact would actually block the invasion of the corrupted text!
"Do not--!"

Zhao Zilu's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted like a demon, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of black, foul blood!

"puff--!"

Blood mist sprayed onto the tainted artifact, and in an instant—

"boom--!"

Black energy surged forth, like the howling of ten thousand ghosts. The filth that had been driven back by the "Ode to the Humble Abode" surged again, transforming into countless ferocious blood claws that frantically tore at Jiang Xingzhou's protective aura!

"Tsk-!"

The green light was corroded and cracked, and black energy burrowed in like a venomous snake, only five inches away from Jiang Xingzhou's body!
Zhao Zilu laughed wildly, his voice hoarse and as if scraping bone:
"Jiang Xingzhou! You're nothing but a mere scholar with limited talent... Let's see how long you can hold out!!"

"not good!"

Governor Wei Guanlan's expression suddenly changed, his gaze fixed on the scroll, stained with swirling blood, bearing the title of Grand Secretary of Mingzhou, and he instantly understood—

"Fei Wuxin...is not concerned with the outcome of the first battle between the two armies at all!"

"He's completely targeting Jiang Xingzhou; he wants to tarnish Jiang Xingzhou's literary talent and character!"

The tainted artifact was shrouded in black mist and filthy with countless foul energies, clearly a meticulously prepared killing trap!

Once Jiang Xingzhou's literary talent is tainted by this literary treasure, and his literary heart is corrupted... with his extraordinary talent, if he were to become a traitor under Fei Wuxin's command, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"kill--!"

Ignoring all battle plans, Wei Guanlan roared and swung his command flag down!

"All troops, charge! At all costs, recapture Jiang Xingzhou!"

In an instant,
With the war drums thundering, the governors of the ten prefectures of Jiangnan led 100,000 naval troops, 800 warships, and 9,000 warships, like arrows released from a bow, breaking through the waves and charging straight into the demon army's battle formation!
"Zheng——!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, a cold light flashed from Wei Guanlan's sleeve, and a scholar's sword as white as frost was drawn from its sheath!
The sword is inscribed with Confucian maxims, and its righteous spirit surges, creating waves several feet high on the river!
"You monster, how dare you be so arrogant!"

Wei Guanlan leaped into the air, and the warship beneath his feet sank three feet with a crash. He soared into the sky like an eagle, heading straight for the demon army's battle formation!

Where the sword points—

"boom!"

A hundred-foot-long pure white sword aura cleaved through the black mist ahead, instantly obliterating the demon soldiers along the way!
"Wei Guanlan, you've fallen for their trap!"

Ao Li laughed ferociously, his voice like thunder, shaking the surface of the river!

"Hold them off! Just for a moment—"

"Zhao Zilu is a scholar who has passed the imperial examinations, and his talent far surpasses that of Jiang Xingzhou! Jiang Xingzhou's literary mind has been corrupted, so this battle will be a great victory for our clan!"

"All troops—kill!"

"boom!!"

Bai'e Hou suddenly shattered the deck of the demon ship, his figure as fast as lightning, soaring into the sky and rushing straight towards Governor Wei Guanlan!
"Your opponent is me!"

With a single punch, demonic energy condensed into a hundred-foot-long, ferocious tiger head, its bloody maw gaping wide, and it slammed fiercely into the Hanlin sword aura!
"clang--!!"

The metal clanged together, and the air surged!
At the same time, the Royal Fish Demon General smiled coldly, his figure suddenly transformed into a hundred-zhang-tall royal-colored demon body, stirring up a monstrous wave, leading his shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and directly approaching the 100,000-strong naval fleet of Jiangnan Province from the water!
"kill--!"

Prefect Xue Chonghu of Jiangzhou opened his eyes wide, his official seal at his waist suddenly gleamed, and his talent soared like a dragon into the sky!
He took a step forward, and the warship beneath his feet shook violently, leaping up with the force of the water. The long sword in his hand unleashed a hundred-foot-long blade of light, slashing straight at the flank of the demon army!

"You fiend, cease your arrogance!"

Changzhou Prefect Li Shouyi also roared angrily, and a scroll of the Spring and Autumn Annals flew out from his sleeve. As the pages turned, each word transformed into a battle formation of golden spears and iron horses, which forcefully intercepted the giant waves stirred up by the Emperor Fish Demon General!

"boom!!"

The two armies clashed, and the river water exploded!
Xue Chonghu's sword strikes were fierce and powerful; wherever he went, demon soldiers were torn to pieces!
Li Shouyi's literary talent was boundless, and his battle formations were ever-changing. He actually used literary and military strategies to directly confront the might of the demon general!

"Jiang Xingzhou must not be lost!"

The two governors exchanged a glance and simultaneously roared—

"Soldiers, follow me and break through their formation!"

"Ah……"

Fei Wuxin gently waved his feather fan, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Three thousand traitors, heed my command—"

They surrounded Jiang Xingzhou and Zhao Zilu!
Buy Zhao Zilu time!

Even if the entire Wuxin Palace army is wiped out, we will never let them rush into the black mist and steal Jiang Xingzhou!

"boom--!!"

Three thousand dark figures suddenly rose up, like a black tide that blotted out the sky, instantly blocking the naval advance of Xue Chonghu and Li Shouyi!
Their faces were contorted, their talents corrupted, turning into eerie black mist, and they fearlessly charged towards the human battle formation!

"Even if I die—I will not retreat!"

"No naval force shall be allowed to...set foot inside the Black Mist!"

Fei Wuxin personally led the rebels to stand in front of the black mist.

Xue Chonghu slashed with his longsword, the blade cleaving through dozens of rebel scholars, but in the blink of an eye, even more dark figures filled the gaps!

Although Li Shouyi's battle formation was strong, he was blocked by the rebellious scholars who risked their lives to prevent him from advancing an inch!
"Damn it!"

Xue Chonghu's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar shook the heavens!

(End of this chapter)