“Yes, Fang Yun, you just stay here, there’s no need to compete with a mad dog like Longling. You didn’t provoke Longling; it was the Wolf Savage’s son who stirred up trouble. And just because you obtained the Mist Butterfly, he came to provoke you. Why bother with such an arrogant member of the Demon Clan?”

“Delun is right. A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall. Since Longling is not in the sixth corridor, let’s drop the matter. I bet Longling didn’t expect us to get through the sixth corridor, nor did he expect it to be so simple.”

Kong Delun said, “The sixth corridor is simple because you all overlooked one thing.”

“What?” Han Shoulu asked.

“Who among you has calculated the density of the poison fog in the last few miles of the sixth corridor? Who knows what’s in the poison fog at the end of the corridor?”

No one could answer Kong Delun’s question.

Hua Yuqing said, “At the end of the sixth corridor, I observed the ground. As you know, the ground of the sixth corridor was built by the Demon Clan, much harder than ordinary soil, impervious to swords and knives. Yet, this ground was corroded by the intense poison into pits and unevenness. With our talent at that time, it would have been truly impossible to cross. Moreover, those corroded areas showed a strange green color, and the last stretch of poison fog likely contained poison beasts, which were killed by the overpowering sound of the Military Strategists’ Path of the Saints before they could strike.”

“The poison beasts and the poison fog were one and the same; my military texts could not see through it.”

Sun Naiyong shouted to the few saintly followers in the Demon language, “Did you have a smooth journey through the sixth corridor? Did you encounter any poison beasts before entering here?”

The five Blood Demons were silent at first, but after a moment, a tiger demon gruffly said, “Can’t you count for yourselves? How many followers did the saints bring before, and how many are left now? Let me tell you, the last part of the sixth corridor could only be crossed by the combined efforts of Yingyan, Longling, Wolf Li, and several other saints! The poison beasts looked exactly like the poison fog, and if those saints hadn’t known about the poison beasts in advance, they would have surely died there.”

“Indeed,” Kong Delun said.

“No wonder the Serpent Saint dared to ambush us. He had taken the factor of the poison beasts into account. Think back, even when Fang Yun exposed him, he didn’t care too much. He still acted as if he held the winning cards, only to panic when the sound of the Path of the Saints emerged.”

“That’s why we must never underestimate any part of the Comet Corridor. As for the seventh corridor, I will go out and take a look. I’ll just observe from the safe entrance to see what it’s like; I won’t venture inside. Look at these followers of the saints, each one a saintly member of the Demon Barbarians. They dare not enter.”

Yan Yukong sighed lightly, “If I could make a breakthrough and enter the second realm of The Courage to Write, I might be able to walk through the seventh corridor. Now it seems impossible. I’ll just watch from the entrance with Delun. I suspect the seventh corridor has been extremely dangerous from the very beginning.”

Suddenly, Zong Wude said, “Actually, I never thought about entering the seventh corridor, so I didn’t mention it. But now it seems necessary to say something. I’ve heard the elders talk about the Comet Corridor. They said that the seventh corridor concentrates various powers from the previous corridors, so it might simultaneously possess coldness, poisons, falling stars, and other forces. I will only observe and definitely not enter.”

Many people would not venture into the seventh corridor, but there was still some reluctance in their hearts. After Zong Wude finished speaking, everyone’s reluctance dissipated like smoke.

“Fang Yun, say something,” Yan Yukong said.

But Fang Yun replied, “Wait another quarter of an hour. I need to stabilize my power before going.”

“Alright, I trust you won’t joke with your own life,” Yan Yukong said.

Seeing Fang Yun’s resolute attitude, the others no longer tried to persuade him.

However, the tiger demon who understood the human language suddenly sneered and roared, “Even the Great Saints Yingyan and Longling are cautious, yet a mere human Presented Scholar dares to enter the seventh corridor. The human race is really regressing! You only dare to be rampant on the Holy Origin Mainland. If you were in our Demon Realm, you’d all turn into shrinking turtles.”

No one paid attention to him.

The tiger demon continued, “Do you really think you are the dragons of the Kong Family? That person obtained the secret decree and blood of the Demon Ancestor by chance, which allowed him to use the Treasures of Literature in the Comet Corridor. He even bribed the Demon Clan’s saints at the time, so he could enter the seventh corridor and become the King of Stars. What makes you think you can? A bunch of vermin! Killing you would be as easy as blowing off dust!”

Fang Yun’s expression turned cold as he said, “Sheku thought the same!”

The tiger demon was taken aback, and the other Demon Barbarians looked over.

“Where is Sheku?” the tiger demon asked.

Fang Yun slowly stood up and said, “Come with me to the seventh corridor. I’ll take you to meet him!”

“You… You killed Sheku? Nonsense! Sheku might not be able to exert his full strength in the cold seventh corridor, but in the sixth corridor, he was the king! Even the three Great Saints couldn’t beat him, let alone you?”

“Just us! You were boasting that our human race is no good, right? Since you’re a demon commander and I’m just a Presented Scholar, do you dare to replace Longling and fight me at the entrance of the seventh corridor? If you don’t dare, then apologize and shut up!” Fang Yun said.

“You…” The tiger demon was furious, and as he looked at the other humans, he saw that all the Presented Scholars were either angry or scornful of him.

Niu Shan said contemptuously, “Your Majesty, why bother with this petty demon cat? I’ve seen many of his kind; they only exert effort when shouting. Once the real fighting starts, they wet themselves.”The Demon Tiger cursed as if a sore spot had been poked, “To our Tiger Clan, the Human and Ox Clans are nothing but slaves, only fit to be scolded by us Demon Tigers! How dare you insult us? I am of the noble Tiger Clan, and to insult me is to insult my entire clan! Then let’s have a death battle in the Seventh Corridor! You mongrels probably can’t even stand firm in the Seventh Corridor! Whoever doesn’t go will incur divine wrath, with the blood moon haunting them!”

After speaking, the Demon Tiger charged out of the misty gate.

Fang Yun immediately headed towards the gate, with Niu Shan closely following behind.

The others exchanged glances and followed suit, while the Blood Demon Barbarians who were cultivating hesitated.

A Fox Demon whispered, “Something’s off about this Comet Corridor. Even the dragon of the Kong Family could only come here alone; they wouldn’t allow so many humans to reach this place. They must be hiding some secret. We need to watch the battle and uncover their secret, then report back to the Demon Court after leaving the Comet Corridor.”

“This is Fang Yun. The Wolf Savage’s son mentioned him before; he might indeed have a great secret.”

“Alright, the entrance is just as safe as here, and we can even use the items from The Drinking Pearl of the River. Let’s go.”

The four Demon Clan members rushed out together, entering the Seventh Corridor.

Fang Yun stepped out of the gate and appeared in the Seventh Corridor, looking up with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Within ten meters, it was empty, but beyond that was a vast expanse of blinding snow. The snow could no longer be called snowflakes but snow blades, not drifting but spinning rapidly, emitting a piercing whistle.

These snowflakes were still made of ice and snow, but under the power of the Comet Corridor, they were harder than fine steel, with edges sharper than blades. Each snowflake could easily kill a person.

Countless snowflakes spun rapidly, colliding, ricocheting, and slicing against each other, leaving no place to hide. Even a Demon King would have to rely on their blood energy to withstand the assault, unable to dodge.

Occasionally, a glint of green light shimmered on the edge of each snowflake.

Many snowflakes shattered upon collision, but once they hit the ground, they would coalesce into new snowflakes and rise into the sky.

“This…” All the Presented Scholars were stunned.

“It’s even poisonous!”

“How can such a place exist! This is clearly a myriad of hidden weapons, and they can even repair themselves!”

“I knew the Seventh Corridor was dangerous, but I never imagined it to be this deadly! This is not a test; it’s a deathtrap!”

“Anyone entering without protective power would be minced in the blink of an eye.”

“Eh? The power of the God of Literature is so strong here!” Kong Delun suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone immediately investigated carefully and realized that the power of the God of Literature was exceptionally abundant here.

They looked at each other, unsure of what was happening.

After passing through each corridor, everyone would be blessed with the power of the God of Literature, and then they could continue to receive the subsequent power in the plaza. However, the subsequent power was very scarce and not very effective. But here, the power of the God of Literature was incredibly dense, hundreds of times that of the Holy Origin Mainland.

“The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is also terrifyingly dense, which means our War Poetry will be more powerful. If we can activate multiple layers of treasure light, the power would be unimaginable.”

The Demon Tiger Marshal sneered, “Although there is much power of the God of Literature here, other powers are even more abundant! This Seventh Corridor is a place prepared for our Demon Clan; your Human Clan cannot gain too much power! Come on, human slaves!”

Many Presented Scholars thought the Demon Tiger Marshal was too ignorant. When the power of the God of Literature was concentrated to a certain extent, the power of the Human Clan’s War Poetry would greatly increase. The reason why the holy pages were so powerful was actually because they carried the power of the God of Literature!

Writing poetry here, one might casually produce the legendary treasure light of the God of Literature, a power that only Semi-Saints and a few Great Scholars could stimulate, appearing only when one’s talent and the Palace of Literature were strong enough to communicate with the God of Literature.

As the Demon Tiger Marshal spoke, blood energy surged around him, and many blood-colored demonic patterns appeared on his tiger skin. Then, blood energy condensed into pieces of blood energy armor covering his body.

Amidst the flying snow blades, the Demon Tiger Marshal stepped out of the safe zone.

Ting ting tang tang…

The sharp snowflakes struck the Demon Tiger Marshal’s blood energy armor, sounding like a hammer striking a weapon, clear and crisp.

A hint of smugness appeared in the eyes of the Demon Tiger Marshal.

Fang Yun observed the Demon Tiger Marshal carefully. The snowflakes continuously hit the blood energy armor, creating tiny gaps that were immediately filled by blood energy. The snowflakes were also repelled by the armor, slightly reducing the number of snowflakes near the Demon Tiger Marshal.

“Human, didn’t you say you were going to send me to meet the withered snake? Today, I will kill you and then take your head to the Snake Clan for a reward! I remember now, you are a big figure on the Hanlin Scholar hunting list, and His Majesty the Demon Emperor has offered a drop of holy blood for your head! Now that you’ve made it to the Seventh Corridor, the Demon Court will surely reward me even more! Come on, I’ll give you time to compose poetry!”

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Demon Tiger Marshal as he slowly retreated. He gently opened his mouth, and a stench of blood energy churned in his throat, ready to unleash the powerful demonic arts of the Tiger Clan. (To be continued.)