As one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, Zhu Luo very rarely appeared before the eyes of the common people, but he had to come today. In truth, neither Wang Po nor the cultivators in Xunyang City were surprised by his appearance. What sort of person was Su Li? In order to kill him, Black Robe had not hesitated to use the Garden of Zhou as a catalyst to weave a scheme. The demons had arranged such a grand array in the wilderness in front of Xuelao City. Now, the human world also wanted to kill him. How could those assassins and experts on the level of Xue He and Liang Hongzhuang be enough?
Even if the several hundred cultivators in Xunyang City were added, even if Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, and Liang Wangsun, the three strongest experts of the middle generation, were added, it would still not be enough. Whether it was to send him off or to invite his soul, at this important moment in history that concerned Su Li's life or death, even if Saints like the Divine Empress and the Pope could not appear, the Storms of the Eight Directions had to appear.
Zhu Luo, who was like a god in the eyes of the common people, had descended from the sky to the ground, into the noisy and chaotic world of mortals. He had appeared in Xunyang City, on the other end of the long street, precisely for this reason: he had come to kill Su Li. Thinking about the forest outside Hanqiu City, the pavilion outside the forest, and the image of that otherworldly expert with long hair draped over his shoulders, Chen Changsheng felt very bad. Only after hearing Su Li's words did he understand. They were all people who lived in the world, so how could there really be an otherworldly expert who ate the wind and slept in the open, who did not eat the food of the common people?
Since they were people of the world, it was inevitable that they would do some shameful things, whether they were voluntary or forced. Chen Changsheng gazed at Zhu Luo's indifferent face and said nothing. He thought of the words Tang Thirty-Six had said under the banyan tree in the Orthodox Academy: no one's moral character would naturally improve as they grew older. The vast majority of the time, it was a young idiot who became an old idiot — old bastard, old idiot — these were all filthy words, but at this moment, they were powerful and resonating. Chen Changsheng would not say such filthy words, but as he looked at Zhu Luo across the street, he could not help but think of these words.
His feeling was not wrong. The current Zhu Luo was no longer that aloof and ethereal otherworldly expert under the pavilion outside Hanqiu City, nor was he that human warrior who had beheaded the Second Demon General with a single strike several hundred years ago on the snowy plains under the moonlight. The current Zhu Luo was the leader of a noble clan, a member of a clan of the Great Zhou, an expert of the continent, a person, an ordinary person.
An ordinary person who could kill for his own benefit.
After Wang Po bowed, he quietly stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng. He did not speak or move, so he naturally had no intention of stepping aside. He did not even sheathe the blade in his hand. When facing the Storms of the Eight Directions, whose seniority, status, and strength were all far above his, this silence and motionlessness was very disrespectful.
Zhu Luo looked at him and said, "I didn't want to appear, but you forced me to."
This was referring to Wang Po's seemingly steady, but actually crazy strike of his blade. He had paid a grievous price in the future to heavily injure Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, and then he had successively broken through the crowd of Xunyang heroes. He was just about to bring Su Li out of the city. If Zhu Luo did not appear now, Wang Po might really be able to go against the general trend of the human world and help Su Li survive.
With Zhu Luo's status in the human world, these words of his were an extremely high praise for Wang Po, even though when he said these words, there was no expression on his face. Of course, praise was not praise, and it certainly did not represent appreciation. To be more precise, Zhu Luo had used these words to clearly and even somewhat unhappily express his appreciation and disapproval of Wang Po.
After saying these words, Zhu Luo turned to Chen Changsheng and yelled, "His Holiness is in the Li Palace, deeply worried. Your teachers, friends, and relatives are all worried about your safety. Millions of people are in the capital wishing you well, hoping that you will live. But in the end, you are alive, yet you have been delayed on the road for so long! What do you want to do? Don't tell me you're not prepared to return! "
Compared to the tone of a senior that he had used when speaking to Wang Po, his tone of speaking to Chen Changsheng was even more impolite. Although Chen Changsheng was currently the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, he was still young. Moreover, from Mei Lisha's perspective, he believed that he was Chen Changsheng's true elder, so it was inevitable that he would be somewhat strict. His last words were almost like a lecture and a scolding.
Chen Changsheng did not open his mouth to speak. It was not because he had no face to face his teachers in the capital, nor was it because he was ashamed of his elder's teachings. It was because he was still very angry. He was worried that if he opened his mouth to refute, it would appear that he did not respect his elder enough. Wang Po also did not speak, because he felt that he did not need to speak. He did not need the admiration of others, even if that person was Zhu Luo.
The street was quiet. No one spoke.
From the moment Zhu Luo appeared, besides Su Li's undisciplined voice, the entire Xunyang City could only hear his voice. The Storms of the Eight Directions were the strongest, whether it was in Xunyang City or the entire continent. So even if his voice was very indifferent, it was still like the rumbling of spring thunder. The entire world had to carefully listen. Let alone the fact that he had appeared on the streets of Xunyang City this time, representing the collective will of the Great Zhou Imperial Court. He, who was incomparably close to the Chen Imperial clan, had clearly long since reached some sort of agreement with the Divine Empress and the Orthodoxy.
The Divine Empress, the Li Palace, and Zhu Luo — these were the three great mountains of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Chen Changsheng had originally grown up in one of these mountains, a young pine. Because of his high position, he had received great respect and his status was also very high. But now, he had to contend against the will of this great mountain beneath his feet, and he also had to face the shadow of another great mountain. What could he do?
He turned to Wang Po. Wang Po's tall and thin body gently swayed in the chilly wind. He really did seem very much like a sturdy and healthy pine tree. It was not so thick that it could not be struck down by lightning, but at the very least, it would not easily be changed by the winds blowing in from all directions. Zhu Luo had come. He did not prostrate, did not step aside, did not retreat. He slightly lowered his head in the wind and said nothing. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
However, just these things had no meaning.
He was the strongest expert of the middle generation, ranked first on the Proclamation of Liberation, but he was not Zhu Luo's match.
Zhu Luo was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, a person who had already stepped into the Divine Domain.
In Xunyang City, in the entire continent, the only person who dared to look directly at, or even ignore, the Five Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions, besides each other, was only one person.
Su Li made no attempt to conceal his contempt and ridicule. "Do you old things only know how to scare children now?"
He was referring to the two sentences that Zhu Luo had separately said to Wang Po and Chen Changsheng. Without waiting for Zhu Luo's reply, Su Li's sword-like brows rose and he spoke again.
"I know that all of you want me to die … from many years ago, all of you wanted me to die, whether it was the Elder of Heavenly Secrets or you. Because when I was still very young, all of you already could not kill me, so all of you wanted to kill me even more. Based on the same principle, I think that in truth, you really want Wang Po to strike right now, so that you can find an excuse to kill him?"
These words were very incisive, so the street was very quiet.
The crowd could only pretend that they had not heard these words. Even Wang Po himself found it inconvenient to react.
Zhu Luo was expressionless and said nothing.
"As I get stronger and stronger, all of you want me to die more and more."
Su Li sighed, "Tianhai, that husband and wife Bai Yexing, you eight pieces of trash, and now even old man Yin wants me to die …"
The Five Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions. Besides Su Li himself, the continent had thirteen supreme experts.
At this moment, he had named twelve people. He accused these godlike existences of murdering him.
"I'm not unhappy, because I've never had any interest in standing together with you guys in the Divine Kingdom."
He curled his lips and finally said, "I'm just a little regretful. Back then, I should have killed you eight pieces of trash."
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(Not today.)
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