The Mausoleum of Books was surrounded by an extremely rapid river, just like the moat outside Luoyang.
The sparse forest between the two parties was actually a bridge over the river. However, because the bridge was too wide and thick, it was very difficult to discover.
The seal that had existed since ancient times made it difficult to fly around the Mausoleum of Books.
Wang Po stood there, giving off the feeling that one man could hold the pass against ten thousand enemies.
The problem was that many military experts, assassins from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and Daoists from the Monastery of Eternal Spring had already entered the Mausoleum of Books.
Why is he still standing here?
Wang Po said, "If they don't come to an agreement, I will take action."
Yes, that was the answer.
He did not stand here to guard the Mausoleum of Books, but to prepare to attack at any moment.
The princes paled at these words and the Prince of Zhongshan's eyes turned even gloomier.
The Prince of Xiang bitterly said, "The Holy Maiden wants to take revenge for Imperial Mother. Are you really going to accompany her in her madness?"
Wang Po's expression was a little strange. He had not expected that he would still call the Tianhai Divine Empress' Mother Empress'.
The Prince of Xiang knew what he was thinking and said, "I am not Imperial Mother's flesh and blood, but I am still her son. When I followed Taoist Master to the capital, it was because I felt that she had made a mistake. It was not because I had any personal resentment towards her. Just like how I promised Zhu Luo that I wouldn't let you live, but what have I done to you all these years? It's just about the overall situation. "
He spoke with such sincerity that even his brothers who knew him well almost believed him.
Wang Po smiled but didn't say anything.
Seeing his reaction, one of the Regional Kings could no longer hold it in and scolded, "What are you being so arrogant for? You're going to die here today!"
Many soldiers of the Imperial Court had already gathered here, and there were many experts as well. Together with the Divine Lord, the Prince of Xiang, they were logically more than enough to kill Wang Po.
The problem was that war was always the most complicated activity. Even a war against a single person was not simple.
Not to mention the ever-changing nature of the war, it was impossible to even determine when the war would start.
The Prince of Xiang said, "You should know that we won't be able to fight today, so there's no need to put on this appearance."
These words were rather baffling, but Wang Po understood. With a faint smile, he asked, "Then what are you doing here?"
The Prince of Xiang sighed and said, "I still have to show my sincerity."
Wang Po asked, "What heart?"
"Ambition, of course."
The Prince of Xiang smiled and said, "If the venerable Daoist did not suspect His Majesty, nothing would have happened, and we would naturally have nothing to do with it. But if he did, I would have to make some preparations."
Wang Po said, "Wangye is quite frank."
Just when the Prince of Xiang was prepared to continue speaking, several dozen clear cries of swords came from the Mausoleum of Books.
Everyone looked over, and their expressions became solemn.
Just as the Prince of Xiang had said, the current situation seemed tense, but it was fundamentally different from three years ago. The two sides were not necessarily at war.
If that was the case, then who were these sword chimes for?
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Shang Xingzhou stood on the Divine Path.
Xu Yourong stood on a higher spot.
Shang Xingzhou took a step forward.
The South Stream Temple sword array naturally responded and silently began to operate.
Countless streams of light appeared between heaven and earth, drawing out countless indescribably mysterious trajectories.
Dozens of sword chimes rang out.
These sword cries did not come from the friction between the sword and the air, but from the compression and release of the air by the sword intent.
It was clear and gentle, yet extremely profound.
It was like a clear stream falling from a cliff into an extremely deep mountain stream.
Several dozen sword glows circled around Shang Xingzhou's body.
Shang Xingzhou extended a finger, the tip of his finger exuding a soft light.
Tempered steel softened around the finger.
Several dozen sword glows went from straight to slightly curved, but they still did not scatter, only creating an extremely small space.
Shang Xingzhou's left foot descended.
The sword chimes vanished, the sword glows vanished.
The chilly spring wind blew away the dust on the Divine Path.
It was like nothing had happened.
But Shang Xingzhou had already climbed one step.
He lowered his head to look at his Daoist robe.
A tear had appeared on the hem of his Daoist robe.
The power of the South Stream Temple sword array had somewhat surpassed his calculations.
Xu Yourong was also rather surprised. Based on her calculations, the tear should have been a little deeper.
The initial activation of the South Stream Temple sword array had not even been able to cut off a corner of his robe?
The battle had not begun. This had only been a probe.
Both sides were very dissatisfied with the final result, so both sides gave up on the idea of directly attacking.
Shang Xingzhou said, "I'm very curious as to how you managed to convince Wang Po."
Xu Yourong replied, "I promised him that my method would kill the least people. He promised me that no matter what I did today, he would support me."
Shang Xingzhou said, "It seems that you understand his path of the blade very well."
Xu Yourong replied, "I understand that fellow even better."
That fellow was naturally Chen Changsheng.
He viewed Wang Po as a role model. Even though he had learned the Halving Blade Style, he still acted according to Wang Po's path of the blade.
Xu Yourong understood Chen Changsheng, so she naturally understood how to obtain the trust of a person like Wang Po.
Shang Xingzhou calmly asked, "You think that you also understand me very well?"
Xu Yourong replied, "For the last three years, I've always been trying to understand you."
Shang Xingzhou had to admit that she had made excellent preparations.
Today's situation, or perhaps her method of threat, would not work on anyone else. It would only work on him.
She knew what he cared about the most. More importantly, she had the ability to destroy those things.
Shang Xingzhou said, "You can only keep me here for an hour at most."
He took a step up the stone steps and came to this conclusion.
Xu Yourong replied, "An hour is enough."
Shang Xingzhou shook his head. "This is the capital, not Wenshui."
He was referring to the incident that had taken place several months ago in the Wenshui Tangs. Tang Thirty-Six only needed two hours to find evidence of the Tang Second Master's crimes and resolve the power of the Tang second branch. This was because the Tang Old Master had tacitly agreed to it. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great, making it impossible for them to resist.
But this was the capital, and the Imperial Court still had the advantage. If the two sides fell out, a true war would assuredly occur.
Xu Yourong replied, "I've already made my preparations."
Shang Xingzhou smiled and asked, "How are you prepared to fight this battle?"
Xu Yourong replied, "First, I will kill Prince Chen Liu."
This was an unexpected answer.
She had not chosen to first control the Imperial Palace, nor had she chosen to attack the Imperial Court. Instead, she had chosen the most direct method: kill.
Moreover, the one she wanted to kill was not the Prince of Xiang outside the Mausoleum of Books, nor the Prince of Zhongshan with his high prestige in the army, nor those Divine Generals who wielded actual power. It was Prince Chen Liu.
Although Prince Chen Liu had a strong reputation, his cultivation was not outstanding, and his authority was not the greatest.
Why had Xu Yourong chosen him?
Why had Shang Xingzhou's eyes become deep and serene upon hearing her choice? (To be continued.)
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