Fang Yun first massacred the Qingjiang Commercial Bank, and then hanged Hua Qingniang in public.
The whole audience was silent.
Such drastic measures have not been heard of for many years. They could only occur during the period of confrontation among countries.
“You…” Zong Ganyu was so angry that his face turned blue. He didn’t expect that after he had warned Fang Yun, he turned a deaf ear and didn’t take him, the head of the Zong family, seriously at all.
There was a crazy gleam in Qingjun's eyes. Hua Qingniang's last words before her death had left him speechless. Now that Hua Qingniang was dead, he would not be able to clear her name even with a thousand tricks.
Qingjun came to Jingguo to meet his old lovers, but all of them were killed by Fang Yun.
Qingjun's eyes swept across the hundreds of corpses and fell on the women in the brothel, and his teeth chattered.
The officials of Qing State and the children of the Zong and Lei families felt cold all over. It was not until this moment that they suddenly woke up and realized that the Fang Xusheng in front of them was never a pedantic Confucian disciple, but a mad king who once killed human traffickers in Ning'an County and was called the Demon King by the demon world. Some people even gave him the nickname "Old Demon Fang".
Yi Zhishi looked at Fang Yun, his eyes moving around, and there seemed to be changes in his eyes. It was unknown what he was thinking about.
Hua Jun danced with joy and shouted, "Good kill! Good kill! This is how the might of the Void Saint Thunder is demonstrated!"
A smile actually appeared on the corner of the stupid scholar Tian Songshi's mouth and he nodded slightly.
Jiang Hechuan sighed softly. Once the killing started, Fang Yun’s literary reputation would definitely be affected.
Li Fanming and other friends of Fang Yun just stared with their eyes wide open. These talented young men were stunned. They never expected Fang Yun to be so decisive.
This is the most grand literary gathering of the human race. More than half of the scholars of the entire human race gather here, and it is being watched by all the saints!
The autumn wind blew over Hua Qingniang's hanged body, her long skirt swayed gently, and the white embroidered shoes fell off her feet and fell to the ground, like a lonely grave.
At this moment, it was as if a cold winter had arrived, with countless people shrinking their necks and shivering slightly.
Even the power of the holy temple could not dispel the chill in everyone's heart.
Fang Yun slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Ge Yiming's face.
The two looked at each other.
Ge Yiming was hit by a hammer. He took three steps back. His face changed several times. Finally, he mustered up the courage to shout, "What are you looking at? Do you dare to kill me? I am the nephew of Ge Baiwan, I am a Jinshi of the human race, and I am a friendly guest of the Qing Kingdom! If you kill me, Qing and Jing will definitely go to war! If you kill me, the Holy Academy will definitely not let you go! If you kill me, you will become the enemy of all scholars in the world! Scholars have a get-out-of-jail-free card!"
After hearing Ge Yiming's last sentence, many scholars suddenly felt sad. Since the first battle between the two worlds, few people dared to kill scholars in Shengyuan Continent, especially Jinshi. However, Fang Yun had already killed Ji Zhibai.
Holding the jade seal in his hand, the Lord of Qing glared at Fang Yun and said, "Fang Yun, if you dare to kill my friendly guest of Qing, my Qing will break the tacit agreement between the countries after the first battle of the Two Worlds Mountain, declare war on Jing with the whole country, and declare you the enemy of Qing. Any scholar who can kill you outside Shengyuan Continent will be directly crowned king in my Qing, and the throne will be passed down from generation to generation!"
Zong Ganyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Yun, and said slowly: "I hereby announce that I will adopt Ge Yiming as my adopted son today, and I will adopt Yiming's youngest son under the name of my son Wu Jing!"
Countless people were shocked, and even some great scholars looked at Zong Ganyu in disbelief.
Ge Yiming looked at Zong Ganyu with great surprise. He lifted his robe, knelt down facing Zong Ganyu, and said loudly: "Godfather, please accept my greetings!" After saying this, Ge Yiming kowtowed three times.
Ge Baiwan has been working in the business world for decades, has experienced many ups and downs, and is extremely cunning, but at this moment he couldn't help wanting to laugh.
What the Ge family fears most is not anything else, but that the dog is cooked after the rabbit has died and the bow is put away after the bird is dead. Now Ge Yiming has become the adopted son of the Zong family, and one of his sons has been adopted into the Zong family. That child will change his surname to Zong in the future, and from then on, in the Zong family genealogy, he will be a real member of the Zong family, no different from a normal member of the Zong family.
With this relationship, the power of the Ge family will increase greatly, and no powerful people will ever want to embezzle the Ge family's property, solving the problem that Ge Baiwan is most worried about.
Ge Yiming is now Zong Ganyu's adopted son. From a "legal" point of view, he is not a member of the Zong family, but from a "rational" point of view, he will be treated as a member of the Zong family.
"Get up, child." Zong Ganyu smiled kindly.
The rest of the clan members sighed and accepted this fact.
This time, the Zong and Lei families joined forces with the Qing Kingdom and suffered a complete defeat. If even Ge Yiming died, it would no longer be a question of winning or losing, and it would greatly weaken the prestige of the Zong family, the Lei family and the Qing King.
The Zong family can lose, but the opposing team’s vanguard Ge Yiming cannot die.
If even Ge Yiming died, who would dare to serve as a pawn for the Zong family, the Lei family and Qingjun in the future
Zong Ganyu spent a fortune to buy horse bones.
Ge Yiming let out a long sigh of relief, a faint smile appeared on his face again, and then he looked at Fang Yun without fear.
"Fang Xusheng, how about you and I just call it a day?" Ge Yiming was calm and composed, with a victorious smile on his face.
The scholars in Xiangzhou now hate and envy Ge Yiming, but they also have to admit that Ge Yiming is too smart.
Before, Ge Yiming kept provoking Fang Yun, but in fact he was gambling everything on one throw, because his talent and family background were limited. If he could not get full support from the Zong and Lei families, he could only be a Hanlin at best.
Now, Ge Yiming has become Zong Ganyu's adopted son, and can even call Zong Sheng his grandfather when he sees him. His status has risen rapidly, and there is no need for him to fight with big figures of Fang Yun's level, so he immediately changed his attitude.
The Zong family is also willing to see Ge Yiming like this. Now, as long as Ge Yiming is alive, the Zong family will not be completely defeated.
"If you stop, what are the Chinese people who are being exploited by Qingjiang Company? What are the scholars of Jingguo who are bullied by you? What is Jingguo who is betrayed by you? What is me who is slandered by you and even wanted to be eliminated by you! You deserve to die!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, a golden light flashed.
"stop!"
Zong Ganyu roared, and a bright moon appeared behind his mind, cold and bright, with silver light filling the sky and earth.
Then, his talent exploded all over his body, the vitality of heaven and earth surged, the powerful force of destiny overflowed, a bright light came out of his mouth, and a powerful ancient sword flew out, and wherever it passed, wind and rain came.
At the same time, an inexplicable force rose from his body, dominating all directions and making him independent of the world.
However, before Zong Ganyu's power could be released, the power of the Holy Temple descended, dispersing Zong Ganyu's power and sealing Zong Ganyu's Wen Palace and Wen Dan.
Many people tried to stop Fang Yun, but like Zong Ganyu, they were all sealed off by the Holy Temple.
"you can not… "
With a flash of golden light, Ge Yiming's head flew backwards, and blood from his broken neck gushed out into the sky, making a sizzling sound.
Ge Yiming's head rolled several times, his eyes, wide open, staring at Hua Qingniang's embroidered shoes.
Fang Yun took back the True Dragon Ancient Sword and calmly looked down at the millions of guests.
Like the ruler of a country, looking down on his subjects.
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