The black-clothed girl shook her head, released Nanke, and walked to Chen Changsheng's side.
There were quite a few Divine Domain experts in the group. Although they were all rather injured, they could still fight. In Nanke's current state, she posed no threat.
Nanke's face paled even more. She weakly stood up from the ground and walked over.
No one glanced at her, but some people were very curious about the black-clothed girl.
As the chilly wind blew and the black rocks they passed were covered in a thin layer of frost. Many people had already guessed at the black-clothed girl's identity.
It turned out that she had not been on that warm island in the south. She had always been here. As expected, she was the Pope's Protector.
Chen Changsheng had long ago guessed that she was in the army.
In the crucial moment of the second phase of the campaign, the North Third Camp of the Eastern Army had encountered a demon freak. Several thousand vultures carrying gunpowder flew at the camp, but in the end, they inexplicably dropped to the ground, igniting countless waterfalls of Dao flames on the plains. Many people could not understand why this had happened, but it was the effect of her pressure as a high-class Divine Being.
In the following battles, Zhizhi had rendered great service several times, especially a few days ago.
Under the cover of all the demons in Xuelao City, Gao Huan had led a thousand-some wolf cavalry down Nuorilang and attacked the human grain caravans. In the end, he had been killed by the Tang Old Master, but many of the grain carts had also been set ablaze. Before dying, Gao Huan had seen the flames on those grain carts extinguish. He had been extremely confused, even unable to die in peace. This was also one of her methods. Water and sand would find it very difficult to extinguish a strange flame, but to a Black Frost Dragon, it was no problem at all.
Chen Changsheng asked, "You're not angry anymore?"
Zhizhi very matter-of-factly said, "You're not willing to marry me, so of course I should be angry."
Chen Changsheng asked, "Then why did you help me?"
Zhizhi replied, "If the humans lose, you will definitely die. When that happens, who will I marry?"
This truly was a problem.
Chen Changsheng could not give an answer.
Xu Yourong suddenly asked, "Do you know why you've never been able to reach adulthood?"
Zhizhi was somewhat confused, thinking, why is that?
Xu Yourong explained, "It's not because the array under New North Bridge has damaged your mind, but because you've always wanted to mate with other people, delaying your cultivation."
Zhizhi was infuriated upon hearing this. She wanted to retort but didn't know where to start. With a red face, she shouted, "Don't you want to?"
The little Daoist raised his head from Xu Yourong's bosom and thought curiously, "What are they arguing about?"
Xu Yourong stretched out her finger and shook it. Her meaning was very clear, but also a little unclear.
The reason why they were still quarreling like children at this time was actually very simple. They were a little nervous.
Everyone had already walked to the deepest part of the devil hall and could see the black devil flames. They could also sense the aura of the abyss behind the devil flames.
The black demonic flames were like the constantly changing color of the night. It was not tranquil and contained an inexhaustible amount of energy. It was extremely terrifying.
A young man stood in front of the demonic flames. He was dressed in a long white robe, and his hair was disheveled. He looked like a poet who had lost his country, or a sorrowful singer.
People were nervous not because they were afraid, but because history was about to happen, right in front of their eyes.
The Demon Lord turned around and used his fingers to carelessly tidy his hair. He said to Chen Changsheng, "The only thing I don't understand is that the Prince of Xiang and Cao Yunping are in the capital at this time, and the White Emperor might even have gone, because his venerable self doesn't want me to die. How can you not care?"
His gaze fell on the small carriage. Realizing that there was no smoke in the carriage, he said with mixed emotions, "Even if this student of yours has a one-track mind, how can you not care?"
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It suddenly began to rain in the capital.
The droplets of rain pierced through the light from the torches and landed on the ivy outside the Orthodox Academy, clattering against each other.
Prince Chen Liu gazed at Tianhai Shengxue, the smile on his lips gradually fading.
In these ten years, the emperor's attitude toward the Tianhai clan had been very ordinary, but he had treated Tianhai Shengxue rather well. The year before last, he had chosen Tianhai Shengxue for an important post in the Ministry of the Army.
In the early spring, Tianhai Shengxue fell seriously ill, so he could not follow the army to the front lines.
At the end of the summer, he had secretly gotten in touch with Mo Yu and had the palace invite several bishops of the Li Palace. Only then did his illness gradually recover. He no longer cared about what sort of filth was hidden in this matter, but when he saw those familiar faces in the rebel army, he still felt a faint pain in his chest.
"Back then, your grandaunt said that all of you were a bunch of trash. Now, it seems like she was right."
Tianhai Shengxue looked at his cousins and jeered, "Not a single one of you has any guts."
Tianhai Chenwu rode out of the crowd, his face dark as he asked, "Do you know what you're doing?"
Tianhai Shengxue replied, "Father, do you know what you're doing? The people are fighting the demons, but you want to rebel! Do you have any shame? "
His voice clearly spread through the autumn rain, and the rebel soldiers all had rather unnatural expressions.
Hundred Flowers Lane was quiet, the sound of rain falling on the ivy rather vexing.
Prince Chen Liu wiped the rain from his face and looked down at Tianhai Shengxue from atop his horse, his expression indifferent.
"I only know that I will be the future emperor. Just who are you?"
After saying this, he raised his right hand, preparing to order the rebel cavalry to begin their charge.
Just like many years ago, in a similar autumn rain, Tianhai Shengxue had done the same thing.
Tianhai Shengxue's face was rather pale. He knew that he alone could not stop so many rebel soldiers.
Su Moyu, Chen Fugui, Chu Wenbin, and the other experts of the Orthodox Academy were all on the front lines, let alone Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six.
How many teachers and students would soon lie in pools of blood? Would the Orthodox Academy be reduced to ruins?
Without any warning, Prince Chen Liu's right hand fell heavily, as if he was chopping down a tree, simple and forceful.
At this moment, a mystical sight appeared.
An extremely thick scholar tree suddenly snapped in half.
A loud bang resounded!
The severed scholar tree smashed into Prince Chen Liu.
With a wail, the warhorse was crushed to death. Prince Chen Liu fell into the rain, his body covered in blood.
The entire world fell silent.
The crowd stared at that stalwart figure in the rain, so shocked that they couldn't speak.
Just who was this stalwart figure that he could single-handedly grab a massive tree and use it as a weapon, that he could so easily strike down Prince Chen Liu?
Prince Chen Liu was a true expert at the upper level of Star Condensation. Even if he was ambushed, how could he appear so powerless?
And this wasn't even considering the fact that Tianhai Chenwu, with his unfathomable cultivation, was at Prince Chen Liu's side. How could he not react?
The autumn rain grew heavier and heavier, falling upon the leaves of the broken tree and then incessantly falling.
Tianhai Chenwu coldly snorted, his right palm slashing at the man in the rain.
Prince Chen Liu had been ambushed and heavily injured in front of his eyes. Afterwards, he would find it very difficult to explain himself to the Prince of Xiang. Moreover, he was shocked by his opponent's methods, so he naturally attacked with all his strength, holding nothing back.
The edge of his palm was suffused with crystalline starlight, just like a real metal weapon. It cut through the autumn rain and air with a shrill hiss.
The stalwart man had no intention of retreating. He raised his right fist to meet the attack.
Crack! A bolt of lightning appeared in the night sky, descending right in front of the Orthodox Academy. It transformed into bolts of lightning that coiled around his thick arm.
The Lightning Guiding Formula!
The moment fist and palm met, the rain seemed to freeze in the air.
Tianhai Chenwu was forced back several dozen zhang, only stopping after smashing through a restaurant, a trickle of blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
The stalwart man was still standing at his original position, his expression unchanged.
Only now did many people notice that he hadn't even put down the tree he was hugging!
Just who was this stalwart man? Was he already half a step from the Divine?
Although his face was covered in a beard, his appearance was still very young. But how could this be?
Prince Chen Liu looked at the stalwart man's face and found it rather familiar, but he couldn't remember where. He asked, "Who are you?"
The stalwart man replied, "I am the Orthodox Academy's Xuanyuan Po. And who are you?"
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