The moment Xiao De appeared, the steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had already secretly notified the people of Mount Han. However, when he saw the brown luster in Xiao De's beast eyes grow deeper and brighter, he knew that it was too late. He hurriedly prepared to protect Chen Changsheng and then prayed that Mount Han would respond as quickly as possible.
The moment that demi-human genius known for his intellect and madness decided to act, he had assuredly calculated everything. Even if he did not kill Chen Changsheng and only needed to humiliate this future Pope, he might have accomplished his goal, but this was not something the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was willing to see.
There might have been some problems between the Pope and the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, but how could the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets just watch as the future Pope was humiliated on its own territory?
Besides the steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, several dozen cultivators simultaneously gripped the hilts of their swords at their waists and warily gazed at Xiao De. As for that wandering cultivator that had kneeled before Chen Changsheng, his sword was already in hand, his eyes cold to the extreme. It was like if Xiao De dared to act, he was willing to sacrifice his life to protect Chen Changsheng's dignity.
This was because the vast majority of the several dozen cultivators on the mountain path were humans, and they were all believers of the Orthodoxy.
How could they allow the future Pope of the Orthodoxy to be humiliated by the demi-humans?
Xiao De gazed at those several dozen human cultivators, a hint of derision flashing through his eyes.
His expression did not turn solemn. On the contrary, he held his hands behind his back, seeming extremely disdainful.
With this action, his originally not very tall or sturdy body became a mountain.
He looked down at these human martial cultivators from a lofty position.
He was a true expert, his Star Condensation Transformation already at perfection. He could even faintly see the dividing line between the Divine Domain and the mortal world.
The Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions had not arrived. Besides the Divine Generals of the Great Zhou at the very top, the powerful figures of the Orthodoxy and the various sects, and the few people on the Proclamation of Liberation like Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, and Liang Wangsun, who could be his match?
A wind blew out of the forest, sweeping up the yellow leaves and bringing with it an unimaginable pressure.
Whether it was the wandering cultivator wielding the sword or the several dozen human cultivators on the verge of battle, they all suddenly realized that they had lost the ability to act, and even the courage to act. The steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets also had a massive change in expression. For the first time, he felt intense regret over his arrangements for entering Mount Han.
Why must the Orthodoxy cavalry be forbidden from accompanying Chen Changsheng into the mountain?
If Mao Qiuyu and Linghai Zhiwang were present, would this demi-human expert still dare to act so arrogantly?
Zhong Hui, who had been standing at the back of the crowd, turned slightly pale, but his eyes became firm and fierce. With a muffled groan, he gripped the hilt of his sword.
Zhexiu was expressionless. His knees slightly bent as he stared at Xiao De's throat. Just like a hungry wolf, his eyes instantly turned red as he prepared to transform.
Chen Chang Sheng stood at the very front and felt the pressure most clearly and strongly.
It could even be said that the majority of the pressure released by Xiao De had been borne by him.
His expression did not change. He slowly raised his left hand in the howling mountain wind.
He held a dagger in his left hand, which meant 'please'.
The sword was called Stainless and the sheath was called the Vault Sheath. He was a sword hidden in its sheath, ready to reveal its true edge at any moment.
In reality, whether it was the martial exhibition in front of the Orthodox Academy or the battle with Xu Yourong on the Bridge of Helplessness, he had never completely revealed his full strength. Now that he was facing an expert at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation on the same level as Wang Po, he could no longer hold back.
He did not know what the conclusion of the following battle would be, whether he would lose or be doomed, but he wanted to see if he could stab his opponent with his sword.
Any one of the ten thousand swords in the sheath would do.
Or perhaps he wanted to see if he could strike this person with his blade.
Any one of the one hundred and eight blades he had comprehended in front of the broken monolith hut would do.
Seeing Chen Chang Sheng's expression, Xiao De's eyes narrowed even more, as if he had become a tiger dozing in the sunlight. However, the gaze between his slits was even colder, the tawny vicious light even more brutal. He was rather surprised that this person was even stronger than the rumors said. It seemed like he really did have the ability to resist him for a few moments.
"Please make way."
A person suddenly walked up from the mountain path.
This person was dressed in blue clothes. His head was lowered and his voice was also very soft. He gave off a very humble feeling, or perhaps it was better to say that he did not leave behind any impression.
The crowd gradually parted, opening a path for this blue-clothed man.
"Thank you." The blue-clothed man lowered his head and continued to walk up.
Only when the path was opened did the crowd realize that the situation was rather strange.
The Qi in front of them had already been completely controlled by the Qi exuded by the demi-human expert. No one could move, not even draw their swords.
Why was it that when this blue-clothed man asked the crowd to make way, they could move?
Zhong Hui gazed at the back of the blue-clothed man, his eyes revealing an extremely complex expression. Today, when he had just entered Mount Han, he had encountered Chen Chang Sheng and had been forced to lower his head in greeting. He had also seen so many experts. He, who had made enormous progress in the past year and could not help but feel proud, suddenly understood something.
The blue-clothed man walked along the mountain path. He seemed to be moving very slowly, but it did not take long for him to pass through the crowd.
He passed by Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu, brushing past Chen Chang Sheng, and then he arrived in front of Xiao De.
Even now, his head was still lowered and his shoulders drooped. No one could see his face.
Seeing the blue-clothed man's back, Chen Chang Sheng was somewhat shocked.
"Please make way."
The blue-clothed man said to Xiao De, his voice very low and his attitude very humble.
Xiao De did not make way, his eyes narrowing even more.
He had once seen a person who liked to wear blue-clothed, and that person also liked to droop his shoulders.
If he had not seen that person before, he might have mistaken this blue-clothed man for that person.
Because in his eyes, this blue-clothed man was just as frightening as that person.
However, that person's drooping shoulders seemed more like a wordless attitude towards the sky. His poverty was suffused with nobility, calculating the accounts of his shop, yet he was worried about the world.
This blue-clothed man's drooping shoulders were an attitude towards the secular world. In his eyes, the world was filled with dead people. His shoulders drooped so that he could more quickly pull out his sword.
Xiao De did not recognize this blue-clothed man, so he did not intend to make way. His breathing suddenly became berserk, howling like a mountain wind.
He released all his cultivation and Qi, and the pressure instantly became even more frightening.
Yet the blue-clothed man seemed not to sense anything. He still quietly stood in front of Xiao De, his head lowered and his shoulders drooped.
The blue-clothed man did nothing. He just stood there in an ordinary and unremarkable manner, yet he seemed to vanish.
This was the truly frightening thing.
After some time, the blue-clothed man moved. With his head lowered, he began to walk up the mountain path.
Xiao De's expression was cold and stern. His two palms came down from beyond the heavens and brought together in front of him. Countless stones and tree bark were swept up by a fierce gale and slammed toward the blue-clothed man.
For a moment, the mountain path was thrown into disarray and the yellow wind filled the air, blurring one's vision.
Suddenly, a sword glow lit up, illuminating all the wind and sand and cutting apart the terrifying pressure.
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