A shrill and panicked yell rang out, "Protect the King!"
The King was a venerable, and the venerable on the mountain path was naturally Chen Changsheng. Those cultivators ignored the snowflakes in the sky and rushed in front of Chen Changsheng. Even Zhong Hui, his face cold, raised his sword and rushed forward. For a moment, the mountain path was filled with the sound of rushing wind … and then the sound of clothes and flesh being torn apart!
The thin snow was like the sharpest divine weapon, cutting apart everything it encountered!
Blood sprayed on the mountain path, condensing into dark red beads of ice that rolled everywhere.
The cultivators blocked Chen Changsheng's path, all of them carrying light and heavy injuries. None of them had died, but their courage had gradually waned.
Just who was the middle-aged scholar? Just which Saint was he?
He was no Saint.
He was the antithesis of all Saints.
Liu Qing's face was pale as he thought of these words. With a grunt, he pulled out his sword and thrust forward!
Sword glows flashed like lightning by the stream bank.
Xiao De had finally waited for this moment. He also moved, even faster than Liu Qing.
Countless blood vessels bulged out of his face, brown hair burst out of his skin, and his Qi became even wilder as he lunged at the middle-aged scholar!
The middle-aged scholar finally drew back his gaze from Chen Changsheng and looked at them, then slightly arched his brow.
His arched brow caused the world to shake.
The sword glows by the stream bank suddenly faded, accompanied by an ear-piercing crack. The sword in Liu Qing's hand had been cut in two.
He fell to the grass, a bloody line appearing on his wrist from which blood constantly spurted out. He seemed to be in an extremely wretched state.
Xiao De was in an even worse state. Before he could even charge out of the stream, he had been slammed into the water by the power of the world.
With a slap, he knelt down on one knee. The stream water splashed everywhere, as did his blood!
His body had been strengthened by the Berserk Transformation and the Blood Disintegration secret technique, but with this kneel, his kneecap had been shattered into powder!
But in the end, he had only knelt on one knee, not completely kneeling in the stream. This demi-human expert clenched his teeth and madly roared, doing his utmost to continue forward!
Liu Qing was the same. As he spurted blood, he gripped the broken sword and continued to thrust forward. And at some point, his left hand had already grasped the other half of the sword!
The middle-aged scholar was too powerful. Even if they put aside their differences and joined hands, they still could not defeat him.
But they couldn't stop here, lie down or kneel.
Because the human race and the demon race would never surrender before the fiend race!
The middle-aged scholar smiled as he looked at the two people who were determined to die, dragging their crippled bodies as they rushed over.
When he smiled, the mountains and rivers became bright and beautiful, but they were still lonely and cold, because there were still no people between the mountains and rivers, and no demons.
In front of him, all humans and demons had to die.
The deeper the middle-aged scholar's smile grew, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing's and Xiao De's bodies became, until one could see their white bones!
With two claps, Liu Qing and Xiao De were finally unable to approach the middle-aged scholar. They collapsed in front of the persimmon forest, blood spraying everywhere.
Liu Qing closed his mouth, his face pale, not saying a word. As an assassin, since he was going to die, of course he should die in silence.
Xiao De howled in rage like a wounded beast, pained and unwilling.
When the ten-some demi-human subordinates by the stream saw this, they finally overcame the fear in the depths of their hearts. Taking up their weapons, they charged at the middle-aged scholar.
Especially the demi-human expert closest to the forest. Determined to die, he used the secret blood technique. His body suddenly grew incomparably large, and one could faintly make out the true form of an elephant. He let out a deep and furious roar, sweeping up the gravel and cold water on the stream bank as he charged at the middle-aged scholar.
The middle-aged scholar seemed somewhat annoyed and carelessly waved his sleeve.
Just like that, the heavy body of the elephant expert flew into the sky.
As he flew into the sky, the mountainous body of the elephant expert constantly disintegrated, shooting out countless arrows of blood. In the end, he became several dozen lumps of flesh that smashed into the lower reaches of the stream.
The other demi-human experts suffered even more miserable fates. Their arms and legs were severed, and some were even cut in half at the waist, but they did not immediately die.
The banks of the stream were covered in blood and organs, as well as despairing and sorrowful howls of pain!
Xiao De's eyes were filled with rage as he hissed at the middle-aged scholar, "I'm going to kill you!"
Previously on the mountain path, he had said that he wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, but that had only been a method of negotiation. However, because he truly did have this ability, his words were rather chilling to hear.
Now, when he said that he wanted to kill the middle-aged scholar, it was more like the helpless laments of a child, making one feel pity for him.
The middle-aged scholar paid no attention to his roar.
Whether it was the top five experts of the Proclamation of Liberation or the third-ranked assassin in the world, they were all meaningless matters to him, not worth spending the slightest effort or time on.
His gaze once more fell on the mountain path, on Chen Changsheng's body.
The mountains and rivers on his face gradually dispersed, revealing a face that might or might not have been his original face.
This face was very handsome, somewhat weathered, like a green plum that had just bloomed, or like the legendary ancient Buddha of Sangharama Temple.
He stood amidst the flesh and blood, amidst the endless howls of pain. He looked at Chen Changsheng, his expression calm and indifferent, yet also smiling.
… …
… …
Snowflakes fluttered down, and the mountain path was bitterly cold.
Everyone felt this way.
Everything had happened too quickly. From the moment he turned the mountain path and saw the middle-aged scholar in the forest on the other side of the stream to the moment he turned and looked over, the steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had died, Liu Qing and Xiao De were heavily injured and on the verge of death, and ten-some demi-human experts had either died miserable deaths or were living a life worse than death. In reality, only a few seconds had passed.
Neither Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, nor Tang Thirty-Six had had the time to do anything. Of course, even if they had done anything, it would have been meaningless.
The middle-aged scholar was too terrifying.
After Chen Changsheng had come to the capital from Xining, he had seen a few truly supreme experts, but whether it was Zhu Luo, Guan Xingke, or Bie Yanghong of the Storms of the Eight Directions, they were all far inferior to this middle-aged scholar. Even the Holy Maiden of the south he had met in Xunyang City seemed a level weaker than this middle-aged scholar.
Could the Pope be stronger than this middle-aged scholar?
Chen Changsheng had only seen the vast sea of stars in the Pope's eyes, but he had never seen the Pope personally take action, so he could not come to a conclusion.
If he really had to find someone in his life of cultivation that could match this middle-aged scholar's cultivation, it could only be Su Li.
And it had to be Su Li at his peak, in his best condition.
Back in the snowy plains of the demon realm, when Su Li had taken the Heaven Shrouding Sword from the Yellow Paper Umbrella and slashed out a vast path of several hundred li to the south, the feeling it gave him was somewhat similar to what he felt now.
Just who was this middle-aged scholar?
Chen Changsheng suddenly recalled that when he left the Garden of Zhou and delivered the Yellow Paper Umbrella to Su Li, he had seen that darkness in the distance.
That darkness that rose from Xuelao City and enveloped half the sky.
At this moment, Mount Han was also shrouded in that darkness.
His face instantly paled beyond compare.
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