At some point, Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Siyuan had arrived at two ends of the plaza.
Those knights who had just begun their charge called for their mounts to stop. Those zealous believers, who had been wailing just a moment ago, were now being led into the distance by An Hua. Occasionally, they would turn their heads to glance at the fighting on the battlefield, their expressions somewhat uneasy.
Besides the Gloom Willow and the Falling Star Stone, the Mountain River Diagram and the Universe Seal had also appeared in the Li Palace.
Under the abrupt suppression of the Li Palace's grand array, Daoist Wu lost his final chance to counterattack.
A dagger was stabbed into his lower abdomen. If one's eyesight was better, one would be able to see that the dagger had made a half circle in his abdomen.
Daoist Wu let out a shrill cry of pain. The paintbrush in his hand and the paint plate hidden in his sleeve fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.
Hu Thirty-Two pulled out his dagger and stabbed it into Daoist Wu's other uninjured foot, fast, steady, and accurate.
While doing these things, his expression was very calm, or perhaps it could be said that he was very focused, as if he had forgotten everything around him.
Daoist Wu screamed again and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Blood kept gushing out of his body. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel.
As the Painting Saint, Daoist Wu naturally had aspects that surpassed ordinary people. Even though he had only begun cultivating later, he had lived for one thousand years, and his cultivation had already reached an unfathomable level. Even if he was suppressed by the Li Palace's grand array, he would not be so easily captured.
But this matter could not be allowed to go wrong, and once they left, they could not give the enemy any chance to counterattack. Thus, Chen Changsheng could only use this bloody method of battle, using Hu Thirty-Two's most monstrous blade.
The Gloom Willow left the ground and returned to Linghai Zhiwang's hand. The Falling Star Stone flickered with light and returned to its sheath.
"You won't die, so don't worry."
Chen Chang Sheng took out the golden needles and pierced them into a few important Qi openings of Daoist Wu to stop the bleeding in his abdomen.
Daoist Wu's face was pale. With uncontrollable anger and absurd emotions, he loudly cursed, "How dare you injure me!"
Chen Chang Sheng took out three different pills from his sleeve and fed them into his mouth. He didn't answer him.
Daoist Wu sternly said, "This is Lord Wang's will!"
Chen Chang Sheng continued to ignore him, confirming that the injury on the sole of his foot should be fine.
Daoist Wu felt more and more pain from his wound, and he became extremely angry. He looked at him and began to curse loudly, using more and more vulgar language.
Chen Chang Sheng glanced at him, his eyes calm and bright.
Hu Thirty-Two whispered, "Your Majesty, should we add another strike?"
Daoist Wu suddenly felt as if a knife was being twisted in his abdomen. He was extremely terrified and subconsciously closed his mouth.
An Hua arrived on the field.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I will hand him over to you."
An Hua already knew the identity of this gray-robed elder. She was a little nervous, but she still nodded.
Chen Changsheng nodded his head and said, "In a little while, the Li Palace will become rather empty. If someone comes …"
An Hua's voice trembled. "I will kill him."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at her calmly and seriously, "What I mean is, no matter who comes."
He was referring to the middle-aged scholar.
In terms of status or prestige in the hearts of the people, even if he were to raise it for many more years, he would still be far inferior to the other party.
Only someone like An Hua would disregard her existence for his sake.
"No matter who comes, I will kill him."
An Hua answered very quickly this time. Her voice had also calmed down, no longer trembling, and seemed to be filled with resolve.
Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Siyuan gave her appreciative glances, the former even teaching her a move.
"Remember to cut off his head. This will ensure his death."
Upon hearing these words, An Hua, who had managed to calm down with great difficulty, was once again left dumbfounded.
In the end, Hu Thirty-Two placed his dagger in her hand and smiled. "My dagger is faster."
The galloping of hooves and the rising of dust settled once more. The Li Palace quickly became deserted.
The ordinary believers stood guard outside, leaving only Daoist Wu lying in a pool of blood and An Hua clenching her dagger in her hands.
Two thousand Orthodoxy cavalry rode down the Divine Avenue out of the Li Palace. It was hard to say how much shocked discussion this would ensue.
All the bishops and deacons, including Linghai Zhiwang, Daoist Siyuan, and Hu Thirty-Two, also left.
No one noticed that Gou Hanshi and the other disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect in the Hall of Announcements had also left, as had the Archbishop of the Temple Seminary.
There was no one left in the Li Palace. Because of the activity in the Mausoleum of Books, there was no one outside the Li Palace.
But the examinees participating in the Grand Examination knew nothing of this matter, and neither did the bishops presiding over the Grand Examination in the Green Leaf World.
If someone had analyzed the situation, they might have realized that the vast majority of the priests still in the Green Leaf World belonged to the Orthodoxy's conservative faction.
Of course, the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education had always been the place where the Orthodoxy's conservative faction gathered, so it was only natural that the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education would be responsible for the Grand Examination.
Before this, no one could object to the Pope's decision.
The black-clothed girl took the Green Leaf and walked out of the Hall of Pure Virtue.
She had taken the majority of the Bureau of Ecclesiastic Education.
Her expression was very indifferent, because in her view, this was a very ordinary and trivial matter.
Today, she still had many important things to do.
Like taking vengeance on that middle-aged scholar.
… …
… …
That middle-aged scholar was naturally Wang Zhice.
How could one describe him?
No adjective could be used to describe him.
He was a true legend.
He possessed an unimaginable status in the history of the Human race, except that he had never been an emperor. Even now, he was still the Demi-human race's most trusted commander, its most intimate companion. At the same time, he was the expert that the demon dukes in Xuelao City feared and worshipped the most.
As she gazed at Wang Zhice, Xu Yourong suddenly smiled.
She was keenly aware that although they were both elders of Taizong's era, Wang Zhice and Shang Xingzhou did not have a good relationship.
In Taizong's later years, their relationship had become even more obscure and dangerous.
Just like Daoist Wu, who should be in the Li Palace right now, he feared the old Demon Lord the most in the world, and Shang Xingzhou the second most.
Or perhaps it should be Daoist Ji.
The portraits in the Lingyan Pavilion had all been painted by Daoist Wu.
But the majority of the people in the portraits had been killed by Daoist Ji.
Time could not completely erase hostility and fear, even if it had been several centuries. They should have been enemies, so why had they joined hands today?
Xu Yourong did not ask, because she knew the answer.
It was just the overall situation, the world, the demons, and the northern expedition.
She suddenly thought, if the Empress were still alive, what would she have done in this situation?
The Empress would probably have sighed with ridicule and contempt, 'Ah, men …'
As she thought of this scene, Xu Yourong's smile became even more radiant.
Wang Zhice asked, "Holy Maiden, why are you smiling?"
Xu Yourong's smile faded as she indifferently replied, "Because I suddenly realized a possibility."
Wang Zhice warmly replied, "Please speak."
"When you should appear, you never appear, but when you shouldn't appear, you jump out."
Xu Yourong looked at him and asked calmly, "Lord Wang, have you gone senile?"
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