Zhu Luo's voice was very angry and very harsh. It was very difficult to prefix the word 'harsh' here. The most appropriate word was to add the word 'blood', just like how a cuckoo would bleed. But this would also be unbefitting of his status. Of course, if one recalled that his current enemy was the Holy Maiden of the south, one might be able to understand a little more.
"No matter what, you've violated the oath of the Sacred Words from back then!"
Zhu Luo's furious rebuke echoed over the silent Xunyang City, completely different from Guan Xingke's silence. The vast majority of the people who heard these words did not know what an oath of the Sacred Words was. They could only think of a few sayings from the highest laws of the various lands.
The general meaning of these sayings was that the heavens did not distinguish north from south, the earth did not distinguish east from west. As long as it was within the territory of the alliance between the human world and the two shores of the Red River, experts of the Divine Domain could not argue with each other, much less fight. This was unless the attacked expert of the Divine Domain had done something completely contrary to the interests of their side — this was the so-called oath of the Sacred Words.
From the perspective of the alliance between the humans and demi-humans to resist the demons, this oath was undoubtedly the most reasonable and necessary. The Holy Maiden's attack on Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke was the most unyielding betrayal of this oath.
"Then what about you? The entire world knows that although my senior brother has not entered the ranks of Saints and does not rule over the Storms of a Direction, his cultivation has long since stepped into the Divine Domain. Why did you attack him? "
The Holy Maiden calmly said to the city gate, "Wang Po is one of the five youths most likely to enter the Divine Domain. You actually want to kill him for your own selfish reasons? Is this not a violation of the oath of the Sacred Words from back then?"
Her expression and tone were both very calm, but they naturally exuded a dignified and sacred Qi.
Zhu Luo angrily rebuked, "Wang Po does not understand the greater picture. As his senior, I am teaching him a lesson. What selfish reasons do I have?"
The Holy Maiden calmly replied, "The Zhu clan of Tianliang County wants to continue for ten thousand generations, so how can we allow Wang Po to continue growing? If you don't admit that you have selfish motives, it only means that you don't even dare to face your own true heart. "
Zhu Luo was furious and prepared to retort, but the Holy Maiden continued, "All oaths are spoken from the heart. For the sake of the Pope and Senior Brother Mei, I will not kill you today. Go."
These words made Zhu Luo's anger attack his heart, his injuries suddenly erupting, and his blood gushed out even faster. The always silent Guan Xingke, upon seeing this wretched sight, suddenly rolled his eyes at the dark clouds over Xunyang City.
Rolling his eyes wasn't disdain, it was contempt, it was contempt, it was anger. He glanced at the sky, and the low-hanging dark clouds suddenly showed signs of dispersing. He could even vaguely see the radiance of a few stars in the night sky several miles away!
Starlight suddenly enveloped Xunyang City and fell upon the wet streets. It was like the white frost of an autumn day, and a somber aura flourished!
From ten-some li away, the Holy Maiden looked at Guan Xingke in the city gate, raised her right hand, and pointed out a finger.
There was a soft clap, followed by countless soft claps.
It was as if tens of thousands of pieces of porcelain had been smashed by an expert skilled in group attacks.
It was as though countless cultivators' seas of consciousness were shattering at the same time.
It was incomparably crisp and clear, refreshing and soul-stirring.
Pa pa pa pa!
The falling snowflakes on the street broke, and the frost that had just formed on the surface of the rain broke.
Everything in the ten-some li between this place and the city gate broke.
Guan Xingke's bamboo hat was also torn to shreds, and the corner of his lips also broke, beginning to bleed.
His heart, brimming with viciousness and pride, was finally completely shattered at this moment. He no longer hesitated. Supporting Zhu Luo, he turned and ran towards that plain outside Xunyang City that seemed to be covered in the darkness, but in reality, no one knew what time it had been buried. In an instant, he disappeared without a trace.
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Xunyang City was incomparably quiet, as if not a single person was present.
The ordinary people that did not have the ability to participate in this battle all hid in their own kang beds, behind their windows, or in front of their fences. They were still anxious and fearful, and even their breathing seemed stifled.
Those cultivators that had the ability to participate in this battle, those cultivators that wanted to kill Su Li, could only follow in Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke's footsteps and leave, including experts like Liang Wangsun and Xue He.
Hua Jiefu brought along the priests of Xunyang City, isolating the streets and alleys that had been ravaged by the torrential rain, leaving them a quiet and undisturbed space to converse. At this moment, besides Su Li and the Holy Maiden of the south, there were naturally only those three people who had used their lives and unimaginable willpower to ensure that Su Li could live until now.
It had begun with the coup of the Garden of Zhou, ended with the encirclement of the demons on the snowy plains, and then continued from the military stronghold all the way to Xunyang City. Finally, the cold-blooded slaughter had come to an end, and the assassination attempt against Su Li had finally come to an end — Su Li had not died. Those people who wanted him dead had all failed.
From the military stronghold to Xunyang City, he had brought Chen Changsheng with him the entire time, but he was keenly aware that the one that could ultimately resolve this problem was that friend of his that no one in the continent knew about.
Of course, the word 'friend' needed to be in doubt.
Perhaps it was precisely because he needed to be in doubt that it was somewhat awkward. Su Li looked at the Holy Maiden of the south and casually said, giving off a feeling that it was only right and proper, "Why did you come so late?"
Anyone that heard this sort of reproach after saving someone would be very angry, but the Holy Maiden was not angry. On the contrary, she very calmly replied, "I was delayed by someone for a while."
Calmness truly was a sort of strength, representing seriousness.
Su Li had felt this sort of strength many years ago, but he had never known how to confront it. A large part of the reason why he wandered the four seas and paid no attention to the affairs of the world was that he wanted to avoid this sort of strength. Even now, he had not learned how to directly confront this sort of strength, but at least he had learned how to change the topic.
"Delayed by who?"
The Holy Maiden did not directly answer his question. "My disciple is heavily injured."
Just at this moment, a somewhat uncertain but definitely concerned and shocked voice rose up.
"Xu Yourong is injured? She … is she alright? "
The person that asked this question was naturally Chen Changsheng.
The Holy Maiden's gaze fell on the youth.
She did not smile, not even the lightest of smiles.
She was very calm, and thus very dignified, very solemn, very frightening.
She asked, "You are Chen Changsheng?"
Chen Changsheng suddenly understood where the problem lay.
He and Xu Yourong were very hostile, hostile in various ways. He had once thought that if he were Xu Yourong's relative, presumably he would also not have any good impressions of that youth called Chen Changsheng.
The Holy Maiden was Xu Yourong's teacher, the person that loved and doted on Xu Yourong the most.
But he had just experienced a magnificent battle, a question of life and death. It was impossible for him to choose to retreat at this moment.
He looked at the Holy Maiden and very seriously said, "Yes, I am Chen Changsheng."
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Tonight, flowers fall like snow.
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