Outside the Illusion Array.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the seven-foot-tall man inside the array. At this moment, the Demon Army, composed of Wolf Demons, was already close at hand. Yet, Zeng Anmin's face remained as proud as ever.
"This poem..."
The Confucian Dao students seated below breathed heavily.
"It's a perfect match!!"
"Rumor has it that Zeng Liangjiang can compose a poem in seven steps..."
"It's true!!"
"This poem is incredibly magnificent! The momentum is extraordinary!!"
"There is commentary embedded within the metaphor, using 'ants' to look down upon the Demon Army..."
"Clear and lucid, sonorous and powerful!!"
"..."
As the poem resonated, every single student's face flushed red. At this moment, the clear divide between the students from earlier had vanished! Whether they were from Qi Lin Academy or the Imperial College, they all craned their necks, itching to stand up and wave their fists right then and there.
"Stop talking! Blood has been drawn!!"
