Xia Mengying's tears flowed uncontrollably, but the longbow in her hand was drawn to its full extent once more. "Family Head, has the Confucian school really reached a point where it can barely continue without resorting to conspiracies?"

"The Confucian school is indeed gradually declining."

"Yet Confucian disciples persistently spread Confucian ideals. We can't influence everyone, but we can guide some."

"I believe that one day, Confucianism will be widely recognized again. Even if Confucianism is no longer the standard of morality, it can still influence many to follow it."

"Do we really have to do this?"

Xia Chuan roared, "Without coercive means, how can Confucianism flourish? People are driven by profit. How much can pure education accomplish?"

"Confucian disciples can only realize their ideals by occupying the peak. Otherwise, how can we revitalize Confucianism?"

In the feudal era, Confucianism reigned supreme.

The Confucian classics were the only path for scholars. Only by passing the imperial examinations could one rise above others and enter the core of power.

The end of the feudal era meant that Confucianism went from being the mainstream of society to academia. Most people no longer needed to study or practice it.

What Xia Chuan wanted by "flourishing Confucianism" was to make the arts exclusively Confucian.

Xia Mengying no longer wanted to argue with Xia Chuan. Arrows continuously shot from her hand. As the Demon Suppression Tablets were destroyed one after another, the pressure on me gradually lessened.

Xia Chuan also stopped arguing with Xia Mengying and shouted sternly, "Hold them back! Endure! Just endure for the time it takes an incense stick to burn!"

"You won't get the chance!" Wang the Butcher shouted coldly, launching the first counterattack.

As Wang the Butcher's cleaver danced, his eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light. The instant the blade light slashed towards his opponent's longsword, a series of deafening, soul-stirring clashes of metal erupted like thunder in the clouds within the confined space.

After the deafening collision of weapons, sparks flew from the point where the blade met the sword, scattering like stars in the night.

In the next moment, the brilliant rain of sparks was extinguished by a spray of blood,

As he quickly retreated, the corpse of the Xia family Confucian scholar he had cleaved apart collapsed to the ground.

Amidst the exclamations of Xia Chuan and the others, I abandoned Xia Chuan and rapidly approached Ye Yang.

Ye Yang had not only attracted the Haoran Righteous Qi, but had also drawn the pursuit of a great Confucian scholar.

The moment they made contact, both sides unleashed ruthless attacks. The auras emanating from their longswords were like the force of thunder, and the flashing sword light resembled raging waves, causing grass to break and stones to fly, the force extending several meters.

The great Confucian scholar who had been fighting Wang Xiaohuan turned towards Ye Yang's battle.

As soon as the two of us joined forces, an unprecedented killing intent erupted from the blades and swords. The light they created was like man-eating ghosts, vicious, malicious, and savagely ferocious.

The two great Confucian scholars, however, wielded their swords with the support of their literary energy, like bodhisattvas sprinkling willow branches, bestowing sweet dew, transforming hostility into auspiciousness with their gentle and ethereal movements.

After a brief, evenly matched contest, I suddenly roared, "Hahaha...you want to suppress evil with righteousness!"

"You and I are both of the evil path, how can we distinguish who is righteous and who is evil?"

"Kill!" I roared, and the Di Sha Blood罡 on my body surged continuously, merging with the demonic Qi on Ye Yang's body, and pounced on our opponents with extreme ferocity.

The cold light of the dual blades and single sword was like intertwining lightning, and the erupting aura was like a raging tide.

The kind of fierce attack that could trigger a landslide was a rare and vicious battle even in the martial world. What's more, we were facing Confucian disciples who had not experienced much fighting in the martial world?

A look of fear gradually appeared in the eyes of the two great Confucian scholars.

"Ye Yang, Absolute Severance!" I roared at the opportune moment.

The black and white twin blades transformed into wailing ghosts, and the flowing light transformed from Ye Yang's longsword also pressed down on the target.

Wherever the blade light and sword shadows passed, the surrounding air surged and swirled, forming vortexes. A series of piercing howls that could rupture eardrums were like vengeful ghosts chasing after their targets, revealing their hideousness.

In the next moment...

A thick cloud of red mist exploded, centered on me and Ye Yang. The blood rain and severed limbs sent flying by the blades and swords covered several meters, covering the ground with a layer of terrifying gore.

Me and Ye Yang, like blood-soaked devils, stood in the midst of the blood and flesh, turning around with cold eyes to look at the battlefield.

At this moment, Lin Zhao was upside down in mid-air, her body inverted as she plunged her five fingers into the last great Confucian scholar's skull.

Lin Zhao somersaulted and landed on her feet. The great Confucian scholar's corpse was thrown several meters away by her. She raised her blood-dripping hand and looked at Xia Chuan.

From the time I retreated to support Ye Yang, Wang the Butcher took my place, fighting Xia Chuan alone.

Although Wang the Butcher failed to kill his opponent, he had opened a foot-long gash on Xia Chuan from his shoulder to his ribs.

The flesh of the blade wound was turned out, bloody and ragged, and in some places, the bone could even be seen.

Wang the Butcher raised his cleaver and sneered, "Your cheap bones are pretty tough! My blade couldn't even chop you open!"

Although Xia Chuan was covered in blood, he laughed loudly, "Confucian men naturally have spines of iron."