Quiet.
Quiet.
Deadly quiet.
The entire Mid Continent was quiet, who would have thought that Xu Qingnian had brought a First Grade Martial Artist, this was incredible.
A First Grade Martial Artist.
What kind of concept is that? If there were no other First Grade restrictions, a First Grade Martial Artist could suppress everything and destroy a dynasty all by himself.
Otherwise, why would they name the First Grade after the ‘Earthly Martial Emperor’?
The strongest battle force in the world, this is what it means to be an Earthly Martial Emperor.
A First Grade Martial Artist.
It was really qualified to insult a saint. The two were not a system, so what could one do if they did? They are both First Grade.
Of course if there really was a saint, Wu Ming wouldn’t be like this, after all, they were both of the first rank.
Right now it was just a matter of angrily disliking the disciples of Zhu Sheng.
Even if a saint provoked Wu Ming, Wu Ming would dare to scold him, let alone a Zhu Sheng disciple.
At this moment.
The one who was most dumbfounded was the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
In normal days, the Great Wei Palace of Literature was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and no matter what Xu Qingnian did, they could find a reason to spew it.
Even if the empress opened her mouth, they would still dare to rebuke in anger, but now they were facing the First Grade Martial Artist of Great Wei, this was a real iron plate.
No, this is not an iron plate, this is a golden plate.
The crowd was silent, Cao Ru, Fang Ru and Jiang Ru’s faces turned extremely ugly, all their anger was completely gone after hearing that the other party was a First Grade Martial Artist.
How could they still dare to be angry?
How could they dare to call their bluff with the First Grade? They were confident and arrogant because they had the First Grade Literary Sage and the support of the world’s readers.
But who was the other party? What could they do if they were really killed?
There is a saying that under a saint, all can be killed.
This saying is to describe a First Grade Martial Artist, a true First Grade, as long as you are not a First Grade Literary Saint, then there would be no trouble in killing you.
A second-ranking sub-sage, whose status can be equal to that of a first-ranking martial artist, but if you really tear your face off, what can you do if you are killed?
A human martial emperor, who can carry such a suppression of qi, a saint is not the same.
Just is there a saint in Great Wei?
No, the whole world, are there any saints of the day?
At this moment, the Great Wei Palace of Literature fell silent, deadly quiet, and the three Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth, even more bitter-eyed, looked in the direction of the Kingdom of Chen, Wu Ming’s voice still ringing in their ears.
They were depressed, and the entire Zhu Sheng lineage of the Great Wei Palace of Literature was depressed.
How could Xu Qingnian have become the disciple of a First Grade Martial Artist again for no good reason?
Wait a minute.
Suddenly, the crowd had a complete realization.
Goodness, so Xu Qingnian was the disciple of a First Grade Martial Artist.
No wonder Xu Qingnian dared to be so arrogant.
He dared to dislike the Great Confucian, to make a scene at the Ministry of Punishment, and to kill the County King.
At first, the crowd was indeed a little depressed, who would have thought that Xu Qingnian’s master, would be a First Grade Martial Artist.
But all of a sudden, people suddenly reacted again.
No wonder Xu Qingnian was so arrogant, it turned out to be like this ah, having the backing of a First Grade Martial Artist.
This is really …… It’s reasonable.
Master is a First Grade Martial Artist, who wouldn’t be crazy about that? What kind of bullSh*t great Confucian? What bullSh*t Palace of Literature? What bullSh*t imperial court?
Under the First Grade, all are ants.
Unless you bring Zhu Sheng back to life, otherwise, who in this world would dare to call on this master, apart from the other First Cla*ses?
Good man, so that’s how it is.
At this moment, people completely understood what Xu Qingnian’s arrogant capital was.
At first everyone thought it was the empress’ support, and later everyone thought it was because Xu Qingnian had gained public opinion, but now it seemed that it was all a F**king sham.
Dare I say that people are the disciples of First Cla*s.
That’s fine, understood, understood.
Great Wei Dynasty.
But everyone who knew Xu Qingnian, apart from the empress, almost completely understood why Xu Qingnian was so arrogant.
This is not arrogant really can not say ah, division from the first grade, to be replaced by their own, not to mention the county king, the mood that day, the Prince I kill.
And in the Huaining King’s residence.
The Prince of Huaining was also a bit dumbfounded that the First Cla*s of the Great Wei was Xu Qingnian’s master?
He had always guessed that there was a big shot behind Xu Qingnian, but no matter how he did the math, he couldn’t figure out that the First Cla*s was actually Xu Qingnian’s master?
Now, the whole plan was going to be disrupted.
A First Grade, perhaps, was an extremely vague concept to most people, only knowing that it was very strong.
But to his extent, Prince Huai Ning actually knew what a First Grade represented.
An existence that breaks the rules.
What laws, what rules, in front of the first rank were all ridiculous, and even some of the rules were made by them.
Why did the va*sal kings not dare to rebel directly?
Wasn’t it because they were afraid of the First Cla*s stepping in?
That’s why they had to go and find a suitable reason, they wanted the Great Wei to decline, so that they could accuse the emperor of the current dynasty of being useless.
First Cla*s can accept that, but you want to become the emperor directly and seize the throne by sending troops to rebel?
Sorry, even if you had a million troops and killed them in Kyoto, it would be useless. As long as the First Rank stepped in, even if you had a huge advantage, it would only be a matter of a word from someone else.
This is why Prince Huaining was dumbfounded.
A First Cla*s, it means too much.
At this very moment, too.
In the middle of the Chen Kingdom.
There was a silence.
The voices of the Great Wei Palace came to an abrupt halt, and the entire Kingdom of Chen was quiet.
The Marquis of Guangyang, the Marquis of Lingyang, Sun Xin and the others were also utterly dumbfounded.
They had noticed Wu Ming from the very beginning, they just didn’t know who he was, and now that they heard the other party announce themselves, the group was dumbfounded on the spot.
A First Grade Martial Artist.
Xu Qingnian had actually brought a First Grade Martial Artist to suppress the demons?
Wasn’t this a bit too outrageous?
Xu Qingnian, Master Ye, can you not be so fierce? Before, you disliked the Wen Palace with your articles, but now, you have directly invited a First Grade, what other cards do you have left?
The people were shocked.
Not to mention them, Xu Qingnian was also a bit shocked.
Of course, he was not shocked by the identity of the other party, but by the fact that the influence of the First Cla*s was so terrifying.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature, which had been shouting all sorts of things, was collectively silent at this moment.
This feeling was really cool.
To be able to silence the Great Wei Palace of Literature, what a great majesty that was.
Even the Great Wei Empress could not shut up the Great Wei Palace of Literature, but First Grade could do it.
First Cla*s.
A god forever.
Feeling Xu Qingnian’s gaze, Wu Ming was finally comfortable in his heart.
Originally he had wanted to show his hand in front of Xu Qingnian, but he had not expected Xu Qingnian to solve the chaos of millions of demons by himself.
This made it a little difficult for him, but it was good that the Great Wei Palace of Literature had jumped out at this time.
This is simply a good feeling, just when no one is looking for trouble, the Great Wei Palace of Literature took the initiative to jump, so Wu Ming did not have so much pretension, directly kill the chicken to make an example of the monkey, by the way, to show Xu Qingnian what is called a first-cla*s.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming’s voice rang out again.
“Dumb?”
“Why don’t you continue to talk?”
Wu Ming’s voice rang out once again, only this time he was not overly intense, but very calm.
When this was said, the entire Grand Wei Palace of Literature was somewhat at a loss for words.
No one wanted to answer this question, and no one dared to answer it either, right?
Answer what?
This is a descending blow, no matter how you answer it, it is wrong.
The first rank had come out, so it was impossible to keep shouting, right?
The Great Wei Palace of Literature was silent.
It was just that this silence was so oppressive that some Confucian students could not help but speak up and give an answer.
“Senior, we have no intention to offend, but saints are not to be insulted, and furthermore this matter is indeed due to Xu Qingnian, and the Great Wei Wen Palace has offered the Hao Ran Wen Zhong as a way to help.”
“This Xu Qingnian still insulted us like this, this is not justifiable.”
A Confucian student spoke out, his voice resounding, because of the Song of Righteousness, the Great Wei Literary Palace’s Hao Ran Literary Qi pervaded, so the voice here could be conveyed to the State of Chen, and also to the ears of the world’s scholars.
Just this word was spoken.
Amongst the State of Chen.
Wu Ming did not speak, but turned his gaze towards Great Wei.
Boom!
In Great Wei’s Palace of Literature.
An unparalleled force crossed space and appeared directly within the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
On the spot, the Confucian scholar who had spoken, directly exploded, turning into a rain of blood and splattering in the middle of the Palace of Literature.
Boom, boom, boom!
The Palace of Literature was stained with blood, a holy statue trembled, and above Kyoto, dark clouds rolled in an instant, and lightning flashed.
Wu Ming was so terrifying that he didn’t even say a word, but with a single thought, he killed the Confucian scholar on the spot, without the slightest hesitation, and without anyone being able to stop him.
Even Wu Ming directly allowed the Palace of Literature to be stained with blood, which was a great taboo.
“Senior, you …….”
“Wen Palace stained with blood, Wen Palace stained with blood, nothing like this has happened in five hundred years ah, shame, shame.”
“A great shame in the sky.”
A voice rang out, they could not help but speak out, their hearts filled with unparalleled anger.
The Palace of Literature was a sacred place for the world’s scholars, and such a place could never be stained with blood.
To them, this was a great anger in the sky.
Boom, boom, boom!
In the next moment, a mist of blood filled the palace and the flesh of the people who had been so furious instantly exploded, including a great scholar.
The death was extremely straightforward, and extremely ridiculous.
There was no sensation, just like a mole, being wiped out without leaving a trace.
At this moment.
The shaking in the Great Wei Palace of Literature became even more violent.
However, the great scholars within the Palace of Literature were completely silent, their faces pale as they saw these dozens of blood mists, and they really did not dare to say anything else.
This was too invincible.
In a single thought, one great Confucian, twelve proper Confucians, and over thirty Ming Yi readers, all dead.
The Palace of Literature killed Confucians.
This kind of situation, it had never happened before.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Once again, the Palace of Literature was quiet.
And this scene was reflected in the midst of Great Wei’s Kyoto, and in the midst of the Kingdom of Chen.
The people of Kyoto were silent, and so were all the powerful men and women.
The entire state of Chen was also stunned.
Was this the hegemony of the First Rank?
Without even saying anything, killing a Confucian was like crushing an ant, this …… was really too domineering.
“Is there any more nonsense?”
This moment.
Wu Ming’s voice rang out.
His gaze was calm.
There was no emotion at all, killing some crickets was not something to be proud of in his opinion.
He did not want to waste words, as this group of people did not deserve to waste their words.
Wen Gong was repressed.
Underneath the repression was more of a stifling, a real stifling.
They’d never been humiliated like this before.
Never.
They clenched their fists to death, clenched them to death, and the anger in their hearts was like a volcano, but it could not gush out.
Because they really did not have the guts to fight with a First Rank.
And such a domineering First Grade.
Fear and powerlessness inexplicably came over them.
This was what was called true suppression.
Endless stifling was in the hearts of all the readers in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, not just the Great Wei Palace of Literature, but all the readers in the world inexplicably felt stifled.
The scholars themselves already despised martial artists, but now they were being pressed by a man who dared not stand up straight, how could they not be angry?
In fact, there were some great scholars in the Palace who could have said a few words, but they chose to remain silent, not because they were afraid of the First Grade, but because this matter was caused by the Zhu Sheng lineage.
They were unwilling to come out and wipe their a*ses for the Zhu Sheng lineage.
“Humph.”
At this moment, Wu Ming’s voice rang out once again.
He snorted coldly, like heavenly thunder, which exploded over the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
“You and other scholars, all day long, you talk about reading the books of the sages for the sake of the people of the world.”
“But in reality, they are brutal and unreasonable, insidious and cunning. For all these years, I have been in seclusion, unwilling to dye the affairs of the red earth, but it does not mean that I am deaf and blind.”
“Since the death of Zhu Sheng, your lineage has gradually begun to deteriorate, your minds are no longer full of studying for the sake of the common people, but for fame and profit.”
“You have completely lost the essence of a scholar.
“If Zhu Sheng were still alive, he would regret becoming a saint and leaving your lineage behind.”
“In the words of the old man, ninety percent of the world’s scholars deserve to die, to plague the country and the people, to plague the earth.”
“If you are unkind, unrighteous, unfaithful and ungrateful, how can you still deserve to be a scholar?”
“And I heard that you want to break away from the Great Wei?”
“Very well! Very good!”
“If you dare to break away from Wei, I will put my words here today.”
“All those who dare to break away from Great Wei will be beheaded!”
Wu Ming opened his mouth, there was no way he didn’t know about the Great Wei Wen Palace breaking away, it was just that he didn’t have the time to care, nor did he have the time to do so.
But now, in order to show his strength and make Xu Qingnian truly understand the power of the First Grade.
He needed to do so.
When these words were spoken, they shocked the entire Central Continent.
Killing all of the Great Wei Wen Palace’s Zhu Sheng lineage?
Whoever said this would die, but if it was said by a First Grade martial artist, no one would dare to question it.
The faces of the entire Great Wei Wen Palace turned ugly.
No one had expected to offend a First Grade Martial Artist at this juncture, and they fully believed that the other party would dare to do so.
Below a Wen Sheng, all First Grade could be killed.
Even if a sub-sage came, I was afraid that the other party would still dare to kill if they were ruthless.
As for the repercussions, what did it matter to him? Even if the demons were to disrupt the world, they wouldn’t be able to do so with a First Grade martial artist.
If he P*ssed off, even a saint would kill him. If you don’t, then I will kill you.
At this moment, the three great scholars of heaven and earth, Cao Ru, Fang Ru and Jiang Ru, were all silent.
They really did not know what to say.
Offending a First Grade, this was not a concept at all.
But, in the end, Cao Ru spoke up.
Trying not to speak was impossible.
“Seniors.”
“We, we did not mean to do so, please restrain your anger, senior.”
“This matter, it is our fault.”
Cao Ru lowered his head, he admitted his mistake, he couldn’t do it without admitting his mistake, if he really didn’t admit his mistake, maybe Wu Ming would kill him the next moment.
“How was it wrong?”
Wu Ming continued to ask, he did not give the other party a step in the slightest, he asked coldly.
Now, the three Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth were once again silent, their hearts were infinitely stifled, they had all admitted their mistakes, but Wu Ming still wouldn’t let them go and asked them to tell him how they were wrong.
The three Great Confucians of Heaven and Earth looked at each other, their eyes filled with stifled frustration and uncomfortable feelings.
But in the end, Cao Ru took a deep breath and bowed in the direction of the Kingdom of Chen.
“We should not have overlooked the essential issue of this matter, it was we who were negligent and did not go to the aid of the State of Chen.”
Cao Ru admitted his mistake, but by answering in this manner, it somehow seemed as if it was because of the reason for the suppression of the first rank.
It appeared to be somewhat unconvincing.
It was impossible for Wu Ming not to notice such a small trick.
Therefore, Wu Ming’s voice cooled down.
“What else?”
He continued to ask.
Cao Ru and the others were once again silent, they really did not know how to answer.
They had already come to this point, what else do they want? Don’t you want to bully people too much?
These words were in their hearts, they did not dare to say them openly, they could only hide them in their hearts.
They stopped talking and looked incomparably silent.
“Not saying anything, are you?”
“I’ll give you ten breaths of time, if you don’t say anything, don’t blame the old man for going on a killing spree.”
“Anyway, if the Great Wei Palace of Literature is to secede, it will do a hundred harms to my Great Wei, so I will now purge you and all these moralistic readers.”
Wu Ming’s voice was calm.
To kill? It was too easy.
But if one just killed, it would not solve the hatred, or even kill these great scholars of heaven and earth, what would it do? In the future, these scholars would probably sing praises of these dead great scholars like gods.
They would say that they were noble and virtuous, and that their fame would last a thousand years.
Wu Ming knew too well the tactics of these scholars, so he had to use another tactic to humiliate these scholars, to suffocate them, to fill their hearts with hatred.
If killing was useful, would there be no emperor in the past and present who would not dare to kill a Confucian?
In the end, it is because these scholars are so good at talking.
Since they like to talk, right? Then Wu Ming would let these scholars have their say today.
After these words were spoken, no one questioned them.
The faces of the entire Grand Wei Palace of Literature were ugly, while a look of fear and horror appeared in their eyes.
They didn’t want to die, and most of all, they didn’t want to die in such a stifled manner. If they had a good reputation after death, they could accept it, but if they were directly erased by the first rank, no one would remember them.
Naturally, there are no fearless people out there.
Perhaps there were, but they had already died out just now.
“Senior, what exactly do you want to say, just say it straight.”
Cao Ru took a deep breath as he gave a reply, there was no other way but to do so, it was impossible to really let the other party launch into a ruthless attack, right?
“What does the old man want to say, don’t you beasts know?”
“Still pretending here? Do you really think that I don’t dare to kill you?”
Wu Ming spoke coldly.
In an instant, the mighty pressure of the First Grade instantly pervaded the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
The terrifying pressure was like a mountain attacking their bodies, making them uncomfortable, and the three of them, Cao Ru, even spat blood from their mouths, feeling like their hearts were about to explode.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, around Kyoto, a great mountain shattered, causing an earthquake, but the effect was not great, only the sound was terrifying.
This was the celestial might of the First Grade, just a majesty that could suppress the Great Wei Palace of Literature and induce such a terrifying sight.
A First Grade, a Martial Emperor on earth, the most invincible person in the world.
“Senior.”
“It was we who were wrong.”
“It was we who were wrong.”
“It was we who disregarded the safety of the people of Chen and failed to send great scholars to a*sist at the first opportunity… This matter, it is our fault, I hope senior will be at peace.”
Cao Ru spoke, he spat out several more mouthfuls of blood in quick succession, he really couldn’t carry the first grade of heavenly might.
“More disguises?”
“Do you have no regard for the safety of the people of Chen?”
“If you disguise yourself like this again, kill!”
Wu Ming continued to speak, Cao Ru and the others really did not see the coffin and would not shed a tear, at this moment, they still wanted to avoid the seriousness?
The invincibility of the First Grade’s Heavenly Might became even more intense, pressing all the readers of the Great Wei Palace of Literature to vomit blood.
But Cao Ru really didn’t know what to say, because if he said any more, he would be revealing his plans.
If this were to happen, it would be a real problem, affecting the world’s scholars and tarnishing the face of the Zhu Sheng lineage.
Cao Ru was silent.
He would not continue, for to say more would be worse than letting him die.
He would even rather die than continue.
Finally.
At that very moment, a voice rang out.
“Why is it necessary for you, sir, to be so aggressive?”
“The Great Wei Palace of Literature has already admitted its mistake, so why must it go to this extent?”
At this moment, in the middle of the Palace of Literature, a terrifying Hao Rang Qi filled the air, blocking the heavenly might from the First Grade, and the Eight Jade Sacred Ruler blossomed with immeasurable light, resisting this heavenly might.
For a moment, the entire Palace of Literature was completely relieved, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Cao Ru and the others, too, were utterly relieved.
For, a truly great person had made his appearance.
It was a half-saint.
A half-saint of the Palace of Literature.
The Confucian supreme being who had been hiding in the Palace of Literature, the living half-saint of the world.
His appearance had turned the situation around, at least for the moment.
The pressure on Cao Ru and the others was resolved.
Only, the Wen Gong Half-Sage did not come forward, he only spoke, in a gentle manner, and did not have any hint of tit-for-tat, and did not seem to dare to provoke this First Grade.
“Aggressive?”
“This is also called aggressive?”
“You and the others are really bullying honest people.”
Wu Ming laughed coldly, then continued to speak.
“When the demons in Chen were in turmoil, the Great Wei Palace of Literature, which is the holy place of the world’s scholars, did not send the great scholars to help at the first opportunity, but instead stood by and watched, what was their intention?”
“Isn’t it because they want the whole country of Chen to suffer?”
“Why do you want Chen to suffer? In the final analysis, it is because my disciple killed and ma*sacred the city, so no matter what the consequences are, the world will only abuse my disciple Xu Qingnian.”
“This is the Confucian style that the readers speak of?”
“And my disciple came to Chen in person, thinking of the people, using poetry to suppress the devil and angrily rebuking the Palace of Literature, and you, the readers, instead of recognising the mistake, are shifting all the blame to my disciple?”
“In the end, aren’t you just bullying my disciple for not having a background?”
“Now then, here comes the old man, I would like to ask, who is it, who is aggressive?”
Wu Ming didn’t even give face, and directly spoke out all that nasty stuff about the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
His voice was heard throughout the entire Central Continent, and lest there be another person who was unknown.
It was still the same, killing was no problem for him, but this matter, it could not be solved by just killing.
He needed to help Xu Qingnian clear his name, in his own way.
At this moment.
Up and down the Central Continent, it was also completely boiling, people were indeed compelled, after all, in the mouths of the world’s readers, Xu Qingnian had been warned by the Zhu Sheng lineage when he killed and slaughtered the city.
A great scholar, a great scholar of heaven and earth even knelt down to beg Xu Qingnian not to slaughter the city, only to be imprisoned and later pacify the kingdoms, only to force Zhang Ning to death and behead the Pengru.
Now that he has caused the demons to disrupt the country and kill countless innocent people, Xu Qingnian suddenly disappears from the face of the earth, ignoring the situation and wanting to leave the mess to other scholars.
They want to leave this mess to other scholars. They portray the Great Wei Palace of Literature as a good old man who has to wipe Xu Qingnian’s a*s after being wronged.
The Chinese government’s role was to portray Xu Qingnian as a selfish, self-serving, uncompromising hypocrite.
When ordinary people heard this, they naturally felt that there was something wrong with Xu Qingnian, but now as the voices of Yi Pin rang out, the people gradually felt that something was wrong as well.
This was because the readers kept angrily denouncing Xu Qingnian, but failed to mention one point.
That was that the Great Wei Palace of Literature had not sent a great scholar to a*sist.
Now that they were directly exposed, the people were not stupid and gradually came around.
“Sir, there is no need to be angry.”
“Everything was just caused by a moment of anger, and this matter, indeed, was a mistake made by Cao Ru and the others.”
“But no matter what, the tragedy of Chen is over, and I will severely punish Cao Ru and the others.”
“I hope that you will not be angry, and that this matter will end here.”
The Wen Gong Half-Sage spoke up, he did not get angry, but advised Wu Ming not to get angry, to admit his mistake in a big way, and then to punish Cao Ru and the others severely in a big way.
Everything was said beautifully, but many people knew what Wen Gong was up to.
Severe punishment? What would a severe punishment mean to Cao Ru and the others? It is just to make them leave the Palace, to minimise the impact of this matter, and to wait for three or five years.
Who will remember this incident?
To put it more bluntly, after Wu Ming’s death, who will control public opinion in the world?
It will be the same group of scholars.
If he tolerates his anger for a while, he will be scorned by the world’s scholars a thousand years later.
What does it matter now?
What is the concern of the people? What do they care about is their own livelihoods, so how can they really remember one incident for the rest of their lives?
Besides, even if the incident is bad, what can be done about it?
Who doesn’t want their children to study? To study sage books? To become a government official?
This is the real heart of Confucianism, and as long as someone wants to study, then any public opinion, for them, is only temporary.
No matter what they do, no matter what they do, until they die, this group of people will go down and another group will come.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature was not short of three great Confucians of Heaven and Earth, as long as they did not die.
“Good.”
“In that case, then I will give Confucianism a face, and also give Zhu Sheng a face.”
“Great Wei Palace of Literature, abolish thirty percent of the Confucian position, Cao, Jiang and Fang, choose one of the three brutes to come out and cut himself before old me, the remaining two abolish themselves as Confucians, and this matter will end here.”
Wu Ming nodded as he gave the Great Wei Palace a step down.
He gave the Great Wei Palace a step to take, abolishing 30% of the Confucian status, and then Cao, Jiang and Fang would choose one of the three, picking one out and cutting himself, while the remaining two would abolish themselves.
This was Wu Ming’s request.
When this was said, the crowd was shocked.
Wu Ming’s condition was too ruthless: three great scholars of heaven and earth, one of them to choose to cut himself, and the other two to abolish their Confucian status?
This was ten times more ruthless than Xu Qingnian, no, it was a hundred times more ruthless.
At this moment, the Half-Sage of the Palace of Literature was also silent.
Wu Ming was too vicious.
“Sir, please forgive me for being unable to grant this request, but to compensate …….”
The Wen Gong Half-Sage continued to speak.
But in the next moment, the terrifying heavenly might struck again, directly crossing over the holy weapon, and in an instant a figure turned into a blood mist and was directly obliterated by him.
A terrifying Vast Qi also filled the air at this moment, it was the Wen Gong Half-Sage who struck, and he tried to stop it.
Unfortunately, he was too slow.
“Half-Sage, save me ！！！！”
Jiang Ru’s voice rang out, and he revealed a look of unparalleled panic as death struck him, sending chills down his spine, but before he could finish the sentence, severe pain struck him.
His whole body crumbled and the pain was so intense that his eyes bared.
In an instant, Jiang Ru’s body burst into a bloody mist and he died on the spot.
Too dead to die.
“You!”
“You!”
“You!”
At this moment, the Wen Gong Half-Sage’s voice trembled, not to mention him, and at this moment, the powerful people of the entire Great Wei Kyoto, and even the entire Central Continent, the readers of the entire Central Continent, all completely froze.
Within Kyoto, Prince Huai Ning, the six ministries, the state princes and lords, even the empress revealed a look of shock.
Amongst the Chen Kingdom, the Marquis of Guangyang, the Marquis of Lingyang, the Tai Shang Immortal Sect, the Tai Cang Rune Sect, including Xu Qingnian, were also dumbfounded.
Wu Ming was too domineering!
They had just refused to negotiate, but what they didn’t expect was for Wu Ming to strike straight away, not even giving him a chance to kill Jiang Ru and wipe out 30% of the Confucian students in the Palace of Literature.
He didn’t even give you a chance to negotiate.
This is true dominance.
This is true invincibility.
The scholars of the world were all frightened by this kind of hegemony, and they could not say a word.
Knowing that the First Grade is fierce.
But what he didn’t expect was that First Grade would be so ferocious.
Even the Half-Saints had stepped forward, but Wu Ming did not give the slightest bit of face, he really did not give any face at all.
Is this the First Grade?
It was too domineering, wasn’t it?
“Shut up for the old man.”
“A mere half-saint, how dare you shout in front of old me?”
“I thought that you would send a sub-saint to negotiate with me? A half-saint, has he given you face?”
“Scream again, scream again and we’ll kill you too.”
“Do you believe it or not?”
There was disdain in Wu Ming’s eyes.
A mere half-saint dared to shout in front of him? He was really tired of living.
Are you giving me face?
Wu Ming spoke out coldly, who was he? A First Grade Martial Artist of the Great Wei, an Earthly Martial Emperor, although Confucianism was the strongest of all systems.
But the question was, a mere third rank? Even if you were given some face and given priority to move up a grade, you would still only be a second grade?
One rank is one heaven.
What is the difference between a second rank and a first rank? A hundred thousand to eighty thousand miles.
To be honest, if he wasn’t helping Xu Qingnian to relieve his anger, according to his temper, he would have already come back and forth to slaughter him ten times.
Still wasting time here?
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Inside the Palace of Literature, the sound of the Half-Sage’s breathing rang out, he was really angry, he was trying to calm his anger.
But how could he hold back this anger?
He couldn’t bear it.
But what he knew was that he had to endure it even if he couldn’t. If he really pushed the other side, the Great Wei Palace of Literature really couldn’t stop this First Grade.
Unless he unleashed the power of the world’s scholars.
But that time had not yet come.
I’m not going to be able to hold back, I’m not going to be able to hold back, I’m not going to be able to hold back.
The Half-Sage of the Palace of Literature felt this stifling through and through.
Not only him, but all the scholars in the Palace of Literature were also filled with stifled frustration, but what was more? It was numbness, a feeling of numbness in the scalp.
What great scholars, what great scholars of heaven and earth, what half-saints, in the eyes of others, they were like a group of ants that could be crushed to death and killed whenever they wanted.
They had no power to resist at all.
At this moment, they finally understood what the First Grade meant.
Ignoring all rules, ignoring all existence.
It was surprising that killing a great scholar of heaven and earth at the Palace of Literature had not yet attracted heavenly punishment, because the qi of a first-grade martial artist was even more terrifying, not to mention killing one, even if they killed a hundred, it would not be able to have any effect on them.
At this moment, the readers of the world suddenly realised something.
Literature is not as good as martial arts.
At certain moments, martial artists have the ability to lift the table, while Confucianism cannot do so.
This is the greatest flaw of Confucianism.
Confucianism didn’t have the qualifications to turn the table.
Inside the Palace of Literature, Cao Ru and Fang Ru’s eyes were a little dazed as they looked at the blood all over the ground, these were all Jiang Ru’s blood.
A good man had suddenly been killed, and he had died so quickly.
Fear struck them, making both of them truly frightened and scared.
First cla*s.
It was too terrifying.
Finally, the Half-Sage of the Palace of Literature calmed down his anger.
He was so angry that tears were falling from his eyes, only no one saw them.
Although he tried hard to calm his tone, the trembling in this tone ……. could not be concealed.
“Sir.”
“The man has been killed.”
“Can the matter ……. can we stop here?”
The Wen Gong Half-Sage’s voice trembled.
“Joke.”
“The man was killed by the old man’s hands, and the old man said that he would be allowed to cut himself, and now that the old man is allowed to do it, how can this matter end here.”
Wu Ming spoke, his voice full of contempt.
But when these words were uttered, the readers of the Zhu Sheng lineage were truly going to be angry with themselves alive.
Jiang Ru had died a violent death, his bones broken to pieces, and 30% of the readers in the Palace had died, all of them from the Zhu Sheng lineage, which had already done what Wu Ming had asked for.
But now Wu Ming didn’t even want to end it, saying that he had done it himself and it didn’t count?
How could they not be angry?
But the Zhu Sheng lineage was angry, but the scholars of the Palace of Literature were afraid.
More killing?
They were really numb, their scalps were numb ah.
“What else do you want?”
“People are killed?”
“You are still aggressive? I am a scholar, it’s just a death.”
“You have stained blood in the Palace of Literature today and humiliated the Zhu Sheng.”
“Today, with my own Confucian position, I ask the Holy Will to behead you ah ！！！！”
Under this extreme suffocation and suppression, a great Confucian could not help but speak up, he roared at Wu Ming, and even more so, he wanted to use his own Confucian position to invite the Holy Will.
To kill the Great Wei first cla*s.
But at that moment, in the middle of the Palace of Literature, a beam of light rushed into the sky, and at that moment a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of all the scholars, who really thought that the Holy Will had revived.
But in the next moment, this light, blasted directly at this great scholar.
Boom!
In the next moment, he turned into a blood mist and died on the spot.
At this moment, everyone froze.
The scholars within the Palace of Literature were completely frozen, they were a little confused, why would the Holy Power of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, attack one of their own?
What was going on?
Not only were they confused by this scene, but the people of Kyoto were also confused.
Even if the saints didn’t help their own people, there was nothing to say, but killing their own people? That was a bit outrageous, wasn’t it?
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
“This is the first rank!”
“Martial Emperors on earth, you must not go below and provoke a First Grade fight, this is a holy punishment.”
“All shut up!”
The Wen Gong Half-Sage spoke up, and he promptly cautioned the crowd not to speak nonsense, something big would happen.
At this point, the crowd was even more confused.
And among the Chen Kingdom.
A glint of disdain was evident in Wu Ming’s eyes.
Inviting the Holy Will?
Not to mention that he, a great Confucian, could not invite the Holy Will, but if he did, what could he do?
Between the First Cla*s, it represents the ultimate of each system, possessing the Qi of Heaven and Earth, whether it is the First Cla*s of Confucianism, the First Cla*s of Martial Dao, or the First Cla*s of Immortal Dao.
All are an extreme.
There is never a deliberate attempt to divide the highs and lows between them, because all of them are just doing it for the sake of heaven and earth.
Under such circumstances, someone wants to ask a saint to behead an earthly martial emperor? Wouldn’t that be seeking death?
Even if a saint is alive, he can at most be equal to an earthly Martial Emperor, and with the power of the world’s readers and the power of heaven and earth, he can stop an earthly Martial Emperor from being as ruthless as possible.
But for a sage to kill a Martial Emperor?
It’s ridiculous.
These people, still don’t know the horror of the First Grade, what pig brains.
Wu Ming stood on top of the city wall, his eyes full of contempt.
Xu Qingnian, on the other hand, was completely shocked this time.
He knew that the First Grade was very strong.
Martial power was powerful.
But he had never thought that force could be this strong?
But it wasn’t Xu Qingnian’s fault, for example, this time when the pacification of the countries had sent a fourth-grade martial artist, the king of the martial arts, but it didn’t feel that strong.
Taking the enemy’s head in the midst of thousands of troops, this was doable.
But relying on one person to take down a city could not be done.
How could this not make Xu Qingnian look down on the martial dao?
But now, Wu Ming’s appearance made Xu Qingnian understand.
What the First Grade meant now.
The ultimate of every system was an unparalleled existence.
An existence that turned the heavens and the earth upside down.
It was an existence that set the rules of this world.
At this moment, Xu Qingnian’s heart was also completely on fire.
If he became a First Grade, how cool would that be?
To put it bluntly, if one became a half-saint, at most one could only suppress this group of scholars, but this group of scholars also had the means to find themselves in trouble.
You and I would simply be disgusting.
Unless one becomes a true saint, then people will still be able to find trouble with one’s self.
But what if one became a First Grade Martial Artist?
And one had the Dan Shen Ancient Scripture in one’s possession.
If one became a First Grade Martial Artist.
Whoever dared to shout, would be killed?
Wouldn’t that be cool?
Xu Qingnian’s martial heart boiled up completely and utterly at this moment.
He wanted to become a First Grade!
With the help of the Dan Shen Ancient Scripture.
It might be easier than becoming a saint.
And at that moment, the voice of the Wen Gong Half-Sage also rang out.
“What else exactly do you need from us, sir!”
“Please speak straightforwardly.”
The Wen Palace Half-Sage was really suffocating, but as things were already like this, he could only continue to hold his tongue.
“The Great Wei Palace of Literature, the Zhu Saint lineage, all kneel outside the capital of Great Wei for three days and three nights.”
“Each person will each write a 10,000-word confession.”
“And that includes you.”
“Those who do not obey will be killed!”
“Those who obey, spare your dog’s life.”
Wu Ming spoke out.
He made another demand.
A demand that was no more unpleasant than killing them.
In an instant, the Wen Gong became even more uncomfortable.
It was because this request was difficult for them to agree to.
It was slapping them in the face and breaking their spines.
But.
This was also First Grade Hegemony.
First-grade heavenly might.
