These ink words were like the most precise array formation. As long as a small portion was damaged, it would collapse completely.
If not for that, Jiang Li would have been in deep trouble when facing them.
"Young man, you have some ability, but this is not a reason to slander the Ink Scar Academy!"
The Grand Secretary did not understand Jiang Li's meaning and was only angry at his rude words.
He waved the pen, and the word "punishment" flew out again, transforming into a whip in the air that struck towards Jiang Li.
This method of forming words was even harder to resist.
Pew!
Two mouthfuls of blood splattered in the air. The injured person's body was sent flying. His eyes widened in disbelief.
However, the blood was not Jiang Li's, but the arrogant young scholar who was originally standing at the front of the bamboo slip and Grand Secretary Meng Gu.
The ten scholars behind them attacked from behind for some reason.
