Hearing Zhu Luo's words, Chen Changsheng subconsciously turned his head to look at Su Li and the assassin called Liu Qing.
After leaving the military stronghold on the border and meeting outside the forest, he was keenly aware that this terrifying assassin ranked third in the world had always been following him, Su Li, in secret. This made him very uneasy, and the mental pressure was enormous. There were even times when he felt like he could not endure it any longer.
Only at that moment, when he saw the smiles on the faces of Su Li and this assassin in the rain, and then saw the assassin's sword pierce through Zhu Luo's illusion like a branch piercing through the moon in a pond, did he realize to his shock that this assassin had followed him and Su Li for so many days without attacking. It was not because of a terrifying forbearance and patience, nor was it because he was searching for a better opportunity to attack. Rather, it was because he had always been protecting Su Li, waiting for the most dangerous moment to appear!
Liu Qing actually knew the Sword of the Golden Crow. It must be known that the Sword of the Golden Crow was a secret technique created by Su Li himself. From this, it could be seen that the relationship between him and Su Li was inevitably extremely close. In this way, tonight in Xunyang City truly was a trap. However, this was not a trap of the Great Zhou Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy, but a trap of Mount Li, a trap of Su Li and that assassin.
This was Chen Chang Sheng's current thought, the same as Zhu Luo and the others in the drizzle. But Liu Qing did not admit it, even though his Golden Crow Sword was so dazzling, and there were still burning embers dancing in the rain.
He knew the sword of Mount Li, but he was not a person of Mount Li.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't know why, but this unconvincing excuse made Chen Chang Sheng believe him. Zhu Luo naturally wouldn't believe it. He had his own judgment, but he didn't have the time or the need to find out the truth behind this matter.
Zhu Luo gazed at Su Li, his expression cold and detached, but the moonlight in his eyes seemed about to ignite.
He had come to Xunyang City today precisely to kill this person.
In the past, even if he was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, he would not have dared to say that he had a chance of defeating Su Li, but the entire continent knew that Su Li had been heavily injured when breaking through the encirclement of the demons. He had originally believed that killing Su Li would be a very simple matter, not even requiring him to personally act. But now, it seemed that even if he personally took action, he might not succeed.
He was even seriously injured.
A person like Su Li was truly very difficult to kill.
Similarly, although he was heavily injured, it was very difficult to kill him. In the heavy rain, Wang Po, Liu Qing, and Chen Changsheng's response could be said to be the toughest, most intelligent, and could even be said to be perfect. They had inconceivably heavily injured Zhu Luo, but had no way of making him die or admit defeat.
"I did miscalculate some things." Separated by the countless fine curtains woven from the drizzle, Zhu Luo looked at Su Li and said, "Everyone knows that you seem to be carefree and casual, playing around with the world, but in reality, you are proud and aloof, with no friends in the world, and it is impossible for Mount Li to send anyone to help you. But I didn't think that there would actually be someone willing to help a cold-blooded person like you."
These words were naturally referring to Wang Po, Chen Changsheng, and Liu Qing, especially the first two. Whether it was in terms of temperament or anything else, they were extremely different from Su Li. Their way of doing things and the goodwill they maintained towards the world were what Su Li had always despised and ridiculed the most. However, Chen Changsheng did not abandon him, and Wang Po travelled a thousand li just to help him. It was as if they wanted to tell Su Li, this lonely star that had killed countless people, that this world was not always ice-cold and that there were always some people that were worth trusting.
"But you should be very clear that they can't save you."
Zhu Luo glanced at the Yellow Paper Umbrella in Su Li's hand and continued, "It's impossible for you to survive today. Your struggles are futile, only delaying for time."
Su Li calmly looked at him, not saying anything. It was unknown whether it was because of disdain or some other reason.
"You delayed until Wang Po unsheathed his blade, delayed until that assassin unsheathed his sword, but so what?"
Zhu Luo pointed at the surrounding city that was as dark as night and the wilderness further away, saying, "Look at this world. There's only a fool, a young man, and a ghost that can't see the light in front of you, but we're the whole world."
As he said these words, the soles of his shoes gradually left the water and his body floated into the rainy sky. His long hair danced in the wind and a tyrannical Qi enveloped all of Xunyang City. Blood flowed from his chest and the space between his thumb and forefinger, falling to the ground ten-odd zhang away with a light pitter patter.
The drizzle finally stopped and the clouds split apart once more, revealing a sky that might or might not be real, but it seemed to have a moon. Countless sword intents descended like moonlight. The moonlight rippled like water and flowed on the street.
Countless bottomless cracks appeared on the hard surface of the street. These were all sword slashes.
This was the result of an expert of the Divine Domain releasing his Qi with all his strength.
Zhu Luo was determined to use his most powerful attack.
Wang Po suddenly said, "Senior, you don't even mind paying two hundred years of your lifespan?"
Zhu Luo was already heavily injured. If he wanted to kill Su Li without the slightest mishap, he would have to pay an even greater price. He looked at Wang Po and said, "Brat of the Wang clan, didn't you also pay twenty years of your lifespan?"
Previously in the inn, Wang Po had heavily injured Painted Armor Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun with a single blade. It must be known that although he was ranked at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, in reality, the three of them were very close in strength. He was fighting one against two and wanted to make them lose their ability to fight in the shortest amount of time. Naturally, he had to use an extremely powerful secret technique that could even damage himself.
For Wang Po to do this, he had paid a great price.
At the time, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun had been extremely shocked.
Now that he had asked Zhu Luo, Zhu Luo had returned the question to him.
Wang Po's eyebrows had been washed by the rain, making them even fainter and droopier. His clothes had been soaked by the rain, making him look even more wretched.
If he were an accountant, the master he worked for would definitely have already gone bankrupt.
But his words were still calm and forceful.
"I am still young, but Senior, you are already old."
Time was both the fairest and the most unfair.
Age was Wang Po's greatest advantage over Zhu Luo.
Su Li, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly began to laugh. His laughter contained boundless joy.
Then, he said to Wang Po, "Those old things can only die of old age. They cannot be defeated. There's no need for you to advise him."
Wang Po understood, as did the people on the rainy street. If Zhu Luo retreated tonight, how could he maintain his divine status on the continent? How could he still consider himself one of the Storms of the Eight Directions?
Since he was one of the Storms of the Eight Directions, he could not be defeated. He could only win.
Even if he had to pay two hundred years.
Su Li's laughter reverberated through the quiet Xunyang City, brimming with ridicule at the so-called prestige and the continuation of the clan.
Zhu Luo suddenly turned to the night sky, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
Su Li's smile suddenly vanished.
Zhu Luo looked at him and mocked, "Have you never thought that since we've decided to kill you, could it be that only one old thing like me will come? You've stalled for time, and in the end, you've still dragged yourself into the abyss. Do you regret it? "
The rain in Xunyang City had already stopped, and the clouds in the sky had gradually dispersed. However, it was still gloomy and gloomy.
Half of the sky seemed to have a moon, faintly discernible in the clouds.
In the other half of the sky, countless bright stars suddenly appeared.
Chen Changsheng did not know what had happened. Gazing at that starry sky, he realized that his Fated Star was not among them. He vaguely understood that those stars were actually all illusions.
Who had come? Who could actually make the world give birth to such a strange phenomenon?
Wang Po's expression became abnormally solemn. Liu Qing stood in front of Su Li's horse, his head lowered, blood dripping from his face. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. Whispers could be heard from the distant streets, occasionally interspersed with a few cries of surprise. Even Liang Wangsun and Xue He had rather strange expressions. They had not expected that such a large contingent would appear tonight.
Hua Jiefu's complexion paled slightly as he thought, what to do?
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A person had come to Xunyang City.
He had not yet appeared, but a sea of stars had appeared in the sky.
A powerful spiritual sense gradually descended, and the puddles of water on the street were jolted into the air as if they were boiling.
This person was called Guan Xingke. He lived by the sea or in the Great Western Continent, gazing at the stars every night for more than three hundred years.
This person was very close to Zhu Luo and was known as the Peerless Star and Moon. Of course, he was also a member of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
Xunyang City was quiet.
Wang Po turned to Chen Changsheng and said, "You should leave."
Chen Changsheng's hand gripping his sword slightly trembled as he asked, "What about you?"
Wang Po thought it over, then said, "I want to try again."
He knew that it was impossible, but he still wanted to do it. He knew that he was no match, but he still wanted to fight.
Wang Po had been an accountant for the Wenshui Tangs for three years, and he had not made a single mistake.
He had always done what he said.
He believed that Su Li should not have died tonight, so he would fight to the end. But he believed that there was no need for Chen Changsheng to stay here, because Chen Changsheng was only a youth. He still had a lot of his youth to waste, to experience.
Chen Changsheng very seriously thought it over, but he still did not decide whether or not to leave.
Today's rain was rather cold. Zhu Luo's sword was very cold, but his blood was still hot.
In the end, he made his decision.
But everyone knew that his decision, and even Wang Po's decision, no longer had any meaning.
Wang Po, Chen Changsheng, and Liu Qing had forced Zhu Luo to this extent, which was already enough for them to be proud of. Moreover, this battle in the rain would assuredly be recorded in the annals of history, but they could do nothing more.
Two experts of the Divine Domain had simultaneously descended upon Xunyang City.
This was a sight that had not occurred in many years.
Many people subconsciously turned to Su Li.
Those two experts of the Divine Domain had come precisely for this person.
Suddenly, those people that wanted to kill Su Li felt reverence and envy.
The demons had schemed and schemed for many years, mobilizing all their experts and encircling the snowy plains.
He was heavily injured, so if the human world wanted to kill him, they would need to mobilize their two most powerful figures.
This sort of life was truly worthy of pride, glorious, and could be said to have no regrets.
Everyone wanted to know just what a person like Su Li would say in the final moments of his life.
Under the attentive gazes of countless people, Su Li finally spoke.
He looked at Zhu Luo floating in the sky and said, "Can you wait a little longer?"
This was very much like a crosstalk.
And it was still a monologue.
Zhu Luo slightly arched his brows and said, "To still want to delay at a time like this is somewhat unbefitting of your status. Could it be that a person like Mount Li's Junior Martial Uncle would also fear the sea of stars after death?"
"Correct, I'm delaying." Su Li's voice was very calm. "From the military fort to Xunyang City, I've always been delaying, because he lives rather far away, so it will take a very long time for him to get here."
Zhu Luo asked, "You've always … been waiting for someone?"
Su Li replied, "Correct."
Zhu Luo asked, "Not Liu Qing?"
Su Li replied, "He's always been following me, so why would I be waiting? And I thought that he had come to kill me. "
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but glance at Liu Qing, thinking, just what is the relationship between this famous assassin and Su Li?
After a moment of silence, Zhu Luo asked, "Then who are you waiting for?"
Su Li replied, "I'm waiting for a friend."
Zhu Luo mocked, "Could it be that you also have a friend?"
If this question were asked to a normal person, it would seem very absurd. People lived in this world and ate the five grains, fresh vegetables and fruits. Who didn't have a friend? Whether it was a fair-weather friend or a friend of a brothel willow, in short, they were all friends. But this question was asked to Su Li, so it was not absurd.
The entire continent knew that Su Li never trusted anyone and had no friends.
Even Chen Changsheng knew that he had no friends.
The disciples of Mount Li were his disciples, even his family, but they were not his friends.
Wang Po was not his friend, Chen Changsheng was not, and Liu Qing was very clearly not.
To be more precise, there were many people in this world who worshiped Su Li.
But there were very few people who were qualified to be his friends.
And those people, in Su Li's view, were all old things, rotten wood, old bastards.
Like Zhu Luo, like Guan Xingke, who was about to arrive.
Zhu Luo was extremely confident that of those people who were qualified to be Su Li's friends, the only ten-odd people in the entire continent who had the ability to change today's situation, none of them were Su Li's friends.
An even colder truth was that the majority of the ten-odd people in the world were Su Li's enemies.
Zhu Luo did not understand just who Su Li was waiting for. If his friend was a farmer, then this friendship was very legendary, very aesthetically pleasing, but what meaning did that have?
"If even someone like you has friends, how can someone as outstanding as me not have friends?"
Su Li looked at Zhu Luo and jeered, "Idiot!"
As his voice fell, the sea of stars over Xunyang City suddenly began to tremble.
A dignified and holy Qi, even somewhat divine, blocked all the pressure from that sea of stars.
Then, a person came from the south.
It was an old friend of Su Li's.
That person's white clothes fluttered in the wind. In an instant, she had flown ten-some li from the plains outside the city to Xunyang City.
That person was a woman, dressed in a white ceremonial robe.
The dust of ten thousand li was all on her sleeves, and her white clothes were already gradually becoming dirty.
She rushed in front of Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo let out a cry of extreme shock, then slashed out with his sword!
The white-clothed woman raised her hand and lightly waved her sleeve.
With this wave, the clouds in the sky began to terrifyingly twist.
The dirty clothes covered the moon.
The moonlight suddenly receded.
Then, Zhu Luo retreated, swiftly retreated, retreating ten-some li until he finally crashed against the city gate.
With a massive boom, dust flew everywhere.
Ever since Chen Changsheng had yelled out that Su Li was here, the city gate of Xunyang City had remained tightly shut.
At this moment, the city gate of Xunyang City finally opened.
The city gate directly collapsed.
The ground was covered in wood and bricks. Zhu Luo knelt in the middle, constantly vomiting blood.
On the street, the white-clothed woman slowly drew back her finger and turned her head to look at Su Li.
This was a woman with an ordinary appearance, but the faint traces of time could be faintly seen on her face.
Just like the lines at the corners of her lips.
Chen Changsheng felt that the white ceremonial robe was rather familiar.
The crowd gaped in shock, not knowing what to say.
Hua Jiefu led the priests of Xunyang City to kneel and pay their respects, trembling in fear, not daring to speak.
The white-clothed woman turned a blind eye to them, only calmly gazing at Su Li. Smiling, she asked, "Just a friend?"
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(Slightly handsome.)
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