While the blue-clothed Daoist was looking at the sky, the White Emperor was also looking at the sky.
But he was not looking at the two Angels, but at the other side of the clouds, to the west.
"This is the greatest change that has occurred in this world in the last few years. You are confident that you can control everything in this world, that you can disregard all living beings in this world and me, but this is a world beyond this world. Can you still continue to remain calm? "
Madam Mu indifferently looked at him and said, "Perhaps no one in this world can disobey you, so I borrowed a strange army from beyond the heavens. You did not think of this, so in the end, you lost control of the entire situation. What can you do now?"
The White Emperor gazed at the sea of clouds and seriously asked, "Are you sure that you can control the entire situation?"
Madam Mu replied, "Of course you're very powerful, but in order to deceive the entire continent, you've become much weaker … 'Deceiving others and deceiving oneself', isn't that describing a doubtful and boring man like you? Even if I can't defeat you, I can at least keep you alive for a while. "
If she could delay the White Emperor for a while, the two Angels of Sacred Light could kill Chen Changsheng and Xu You Rong, as well as the experts of the Orthodoxy. Then they could slaughter the demi-human experts loyal to the White Emperor, and the situation would be set in stone.
The White Emperor faintly smiled. "Yun'er, since you know that I'm doubtful, are you not worried that I have other preparations?"
Madam Mu's eyes revealed an intense disgust at being addressed as Yun'er. She said, "Bai Xingye, put away your act. Just hearing it makes me sick. Several hundred years have passed, and at this time, can't we just have a proper conversation?"
The White Emperor's smile did not fade, but seemed even more sincere. "Speak, I'm listening."
"Back then, Shang Xingzhou deceived you, making you think that you could easily pluck the fruit of the Demon Lord, but in the end, both you and the Demon Lord were heavily wounded. In the last few years, all you could do was sit on a stone mountain and watch his limitless glory. Are you willing? Since he deceived you, why would he dare to come here? Is he not afraid that you'll trick him back? "
Madam Mu sneered, "The paranoid will die from their paranoia. This is precisely the case for people like you and Shang Xingzhou."
The White Emperor calmly replied, "These words are reasonable, but you also know that today's situation is different."
Madam Mu replied, "Even if Shang Xingzhou wanted to come, it's too late. And if he could come, why aren't you hurrying over to kill me?"
Bai Di sighed and said, "Do you still not believe that I have never thought of killing you?"
After saying this, Emperor Bai's gaze suddenly changed.
His pupils suddenly disappeared, leaving only the whites of his eyes. They looked abnormally terrifying and fiendish.
The world was completely white. It could be a sea of clouds or a snowy plain.
The traces of the violent wind and snow appeared in his eyes.
The clouds around Madam Mu suddenly began to roil, spreading in all directions like a blizzard of goose feathers.
An extremely condensed power descended from the clouds to the ground.
With a loud boom, countless flowering trees in the Imperial City fell, and the stone palace creaked.
The observation deck, which bore the brunt of the force, even sank half a foot!
The observation deck sank into the cliff, but it did not collapse.
Because the White Emperor was on the observation platform.
He clasped his hands behind his back and quietly looked at the sky.
Countless clouds also arrived at the observation platform along with that power.
These clouds came from the Western Sea and were imbued with limitless moisture and weight.
But when these clouds encountered the White Emperor's body, they instantly lost all weight, leaving behind only the purest color.
Countless white clouds coiled around the White Emperor's body, spinning with unimaginable speed until they became a viscous cloud.
This viscous cloud was enshrouded in boundless light and heat. Not even the knife-like winds it encountered as it flew through the air could change its shape in the slightest.
This cloud was not like a pirate, nor was it like Grand Scholar Tungus.
A thunderous roar exploded over White Emperor City.
The white cloud flew toward the large courtyard in the western part of the city, leaving behind a clear shadow in the blue sky.
This was a White Tiger even larger than the snowy peaks of the Starfall Mountains.
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Seeing the White Tiger projected in the sky, White Emperor City erupted with countless excited cheers.
The Angel of Sacred Light that had just broken through the Li Palace's grand array and was prepared to kill all the human priests and demi-human civilians in the city looked up at the sky.
It was the Angel of War. Amongst the servants of God, it was the most ruthless and most fond of killing. It had never known fear.
However, when he saw the light and shadow in the sky and the white cloud whizzing over, he still felt a strong sense of vigilance, and even thought of retreating.
It could clearly sense that this was the strongest opponent it had ever encountered on the continent.
It was even stronger than the human expert it had killed a few days ago.
In a very short amount of time, the Angel made its decision.
It raised its fighting intent to its limits, let out a thunderous roar, and smashed the pestle of light at the cloud.
If the White Emperor had attacked with his real body, it might have chosen to temporarily retreat, but since it was just a soul, it was confident in its ability to defeat it.
The White Tiger formed from clouds arrived above the courtyard. It opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs as it bit down on the pestle of light.
Crack!
The fangs and pestle of light scraped, producing countless tiny but still terrifying bolts of lightning.
Thunder boomed in the sky and fierce winds blew away the darkness and remaining light in the courtyard.
A terrifying pressure flattened all the buildings in the courtyard. Even the sand on the ground seemed to turn into bricks!
The priests could not bear it any longer, and one by one, they fled outside.
Tang Thirty-Six, protected by the blind zither player and the others, vomited blood, his face even paler.
The Demon Lord was just about to charge forward and kill this person when he suddenly sensed something.
He looked up at the sky, his face suffused with shock and disbelief.
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In the sky.
A blue-clothed Daoist silently appeared behind the Angel.
The Angel was currently fighting with the White Emperor's soul, its attention completely focused on the pestle of light.
But it was an Angel born from the laws of the world, so it still found it incomprehensible that it had failed to sense the blue-clothed man behind it.
This was an abnormally bizarre and terrifying sight.
The blue-clothed Daoist stretched out both hands and gripped the Angel's wings.
The Angel finally sensed it, its eyes bursting with boundless fear, like an abyss.
It had no time to do anything, not even to turn its head.
Crack.
There was a soft sound.
Like a pretty girl tearing at a fan.
Like a noble young master tearing at a book.
The Angel's wings had been torn off by the blue-clothed Daoist!
A scream echoed through the air.
It was a scream of incomparable pain, anger, and despair. It was like a clap of thunder echoing over White Emperor City.
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When I was watching Blasphemy, I loved watching Fatty Luo tear off the Angel's wings. Perhaps it was because I always craved the roast chicken my classmate bought. And then there was the scene of a dwarf wielding a broadsword and leaping into the sky to chop down the Angel. Oh, I really loved that sight. I definitely have to imitate it in the next scroll. (To be continued.)
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