Whether they were elderly in their seventies or eighties, or children of a few years old, whether they were women or unmarried girls, whether they were literate or illiterate, at this moment, they all gathered behind Fang Yun, moving forward in a mighty wave.

Fang Yun was like their spiritual pillar, and also like the brightest God of Literature in the night, leading them to the front of the Holy Academy.

The entrance of the Holy Academy was cordoned off by the bailiffs with cloth strips to form a spacious open space, serving as the arena for the competition. More than a dozen bailiffs were guarding around the open space, which was stained with blood everywhere.

Inside the arena, four Presented Scholars and five Accomplished Scholars from the Qing Nation were sitting on chairs, facing some officials from the Jing Kingdom. Each official had a solemn expression, among which Feng Yuanjun from the Prefecture Holy Academy looked the worst.