Unparalleled Martial God

In the blink of an eye, two shocking events occurred. Not only was the 'Book of Songs' restored in an instant, but there was actually someone else who was able to create two first-grade poems in an instant. It was unbelievable.    

How did he do it?    

Was he even human?    

"Seniors, why aren't you laughing? Is there something wrong with you?"    

Chu Yang's indifferent voice entered the ears of Zhang Jiuyan and the other two. The three of them were furious but also felt extremely ashamed. Their faces were red with blood.    

The most outrageous thing was that Song Deming had completely ignored them once again. He was asking Xiaoxiang's talented daughter for a reward, to encourage them — My dear, I did beautifully. Can't you give me a little reward?    

"Song Deming, did you win?"    

Facing Zhang Jiu Yan's anger from embarrassment, Chu Yang smiled and extended his hand, "Senior, please continue to struggle. Don't disturb my wife and I. Otherwise, you will be struck by lightning."    

"You …"    

Zhang Jiuyan was so angry that he trembled. He gritted his teeth and made a "ka ka" sound. He then roared again, "Go!"    

With another move of his' Book of Songs', it was like an army of thousands charging forward. Rumbling sounds rang out as it swept through everything in its path and once again charged towards Chu Yang's' Book of Songs'!    

Chu Yang didn't even look at him. After he was kicked away by Shi Danfeng, his' Book of Songs' shook. Suddenly, a poem rushed out and turned into a giant hand. It fiercely grabbed Zhang Jiuyan's' Book of Songs' and shook it.    

In an instant, the book began to disintegrate without a sound. The pages were like snowflakes swirling in the sky as they converged at something before finally turning into a humanoid form. It trembled as it prostrated before Chu Yang's' Classic of Songs'.    

Chu Yang's "Classic of Poetry" was like an immortal, turning stone into gold with just a touch of stone. It was immortal and possessed boundless magical powers.    

Zhang Jiuyan's' Book of Songs' was like an emperor that ruled over a myriad of territories. Blood flowed like a river in his anger, and a million corpses lay in wait.    

The contrast between the two was like this: Chu Yang's Classic of Poetry transcended everything else. No matter how strong Zhang Jiuyan's Classic of Poetry was, it was useless. It was impossible for him to cross this natural chasm between the mortal and mortal worlds, and his secular powers were not even worth mentioning in the eyes of immortals.    

Zhang Jiuyan was completely dumbfounded, and his soul seemed to have been taken away, as if he had turned into a zombie.    

Zhao Lang and Wu Fang were so shocked that they fell to the ground with their mouths agape.    

Dan Feng's beautiful face paled. She had never seen anything as outrageous as this in her life, and how could she have known that Chu Yang already had the cultivation of a scholar. Even if the 'Book of Songs' was destroyed, the mana transformed from the literary aura could be recondensed at any time.    

"Three seniors, did I lose?"    

At this time, Chu Yang looked at Zhang Jiuyan and the other two, coldly laughing.    

The three of them did not answer, but he continued to sneer. "Three seniors, this is considered slapping your face?"    

"You …"    

Zhao Lang and Wu Fang's condition was much better than Zhang Jiuyan's. When the two of them suddenly heard such acrimonious taunts, their faces suddenly turned red, boiling hot as they glared at him.    

"Ah!    

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyan gave out a miserable scream. He felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning; his entire body trembled! And then he felt as if someone had taken his bone marrow away from him. He was like a pile of mud on the ground as blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth and his body spasmed nonstop.    

Zhang Jiuyan's karmic luck had been completely extracted. In the future, he would become a dead man in his household register, and his household register would be completely destroyed. From then on, he would no longer have anything to do with the world of literature.    

Because of this, the suppression of the Saint Ruler's Secret Realm quickly manifested on his body. His cultivation of a Saint Ruler was suppressed along the way, until his cultivation was completely suppressed. He was just like an ordinary person in the Saint Ruler's Secret Realm.