In the Lingyan Pavilion, Liang Wangsun sensed Xiao Zhang's arrival.
As experts at the top ranks of the Proclamation of Liberation, they were far too familiar with each other.
He knew just how crazy and frightening of a person Xiao Zhang was. He could even sense that Xiao Zhang's spear strike tonight was even stronger than the one he had thrust at Su Li in Xunyang City.
But he did not raise his head, because he was somewhat tired, and also because he knew that Xiao Zhang could not possibly fall into the Lingyan Pavilion.
The darkness in front of the Lingyan Pavilion suddenly began to burn. In an extremely short amount of time, it transformed into a blazing cloud of fire.
With a rip, a crack appeared in the middle of the crimson cloud of fire.
A spear protruded from this crack.
This spear seemed very ordinary on the outside, pitch-black and without a single pattern, yet it gave off an extremely terrifying feeling.
It was like the hand of a demon reaching out from the depths of the abyss.
As Xiao Zhang fell into the Lingyan Pavilion, the white paper on his face was suddenly plated with a gloomy metal color. The eyes peeking out from the two holes in his face suddenly blazed, even somewhat crazed.
The blazing darkness was torn to shreds, the blazing cloud was twisted into countless wisps, and his spear fiercely stabbed at the spear.
A loud bang resounded!
A howl of pain burst forth from Xiao Zhang's lips, causing countless cracks to appear on the white paper on his face. His body was like a stone that had been struck flying. From the night sky in front of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist, he flew backwards at high speed, transforming into a stream of light that heavily collided with the walls of the Imperial City.
Countless cracks appeared on the thick walls of the Imperial City, just like the white paper on his face. Countless fragments rustled down from these cracks.
The blazing darkness gradually calmed down. There were no more flames, only a fiery light. This was the Red Cloud Qilin.
Xue Xingchuan sat on the Red Cloud Qilin, watching Xiao Zhang slide down from the walls of the Imperial City to the ground, his expression indifferent.
The fragments that fell from the cracks in the walls fell on Xiao Zhang's body.
He used the spear to prop his body up, and the fragments of bricks on his shoulders fell once more, just like the blood he had spat out.
He used his somewhat trembling left arm to wipe the blood from his face and looked at the Lingyan Pavilion several hundred zhang away. His expression was extremely complicated, somewhat reverent, somewhat fearful, and extremely excited.
As expected of the second Divine General of the continent, Xue Xing Chuan's strength was truly too strong, so strong that even he found it hard to endure.
But the emotions in his eyes were not completely because of Xue Xingchuan. Most of it was because of the seemingly ordinary spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand.
"Frost God Spear!"
Xiao Zhang stared at the spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand and shrieked.
His eyes were blazing, and his voice was trembling like boiling tea.
Frost God Spear!
The divine weapon that accompanied Emperor Taizong back then!
Number one on the Tier of Legendary Weapons!
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Xue Xing Chuan's strength was truly too strong. He was even stronger than the rumors, ridiculously strong.
The array pivot of the Imperial Design was in the Imperial Palace. The Divine Empress had Xue Xingchuan guard the Imperial Palace precisely because she had absolute confidence in him.
Tonight, all the experts of the Divine Domain that had come to the capital had been drawn to the vicinity of the Mausoleum of Books by the Divine Empress.
Even if an expert of the Divine Domain used the darkness to sneak in, they would still be incapable of avoiding the Imperial Palace's Heavenly Slaughter Array.
As for experts below the Divine Domain, no one was a match for Xue Xingchuan.
Xiao Zhang's crushing defeat in one move was proof of this.
And now, the Frost God Spear was also in his hands. He even had the strength to fight against an expert of the Divine Domain!
Now, unless Wang Po also came and held Zhou Dufu's Halving Blade, there was still a sliver of a chance.
But everyone knew that Wang Po could not appear tonight, because he did not like the Tianhai Divine Empress's tyranny, but he also had an unresolvable thousand-year-old grudge with the Chen Imperial clan.
No one could defeat Xue Xingchuan with the Frost God Spear, so no one could break the Imperial Design. The situation in the capital would always be under the Divine Empress's control.
No matter how one looked at it, this was a situation that could not be resolved.
Xue Xingchuan dismounted from the Red Cloud Qilin and patted its back, indicating that it should leave.
A streak of fire illuminated the darkness. The Red Cloud Qilin left the battlefield and went to some place in the palace to await its summons.
Xue Xingchuan stood at the bottom of the long steps of the Lingyan Pavilion, calmly gazing at Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, these two experts of the Proclamation of Liberation. He slowly raised the Frost God Spear in his hand.
The several thousand soldiers on the Imperial City raised the divine crossbows in their hands, preparing to unleash a fierce rain of bolts.
Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan's brow creased and his complexion subtly changed.
"My apologies." Xiao Zhang's voice pierced through the blood-splattered white paper, seeming exceptionally cold and terrifying. "I am not your match, but tonight is not a contest!"
Xue Xingchuan's complexion changed once more upon hearing these words, and his eyes became as cold as a glacier.
Xiao De knelt on one knee and suddenly slapped the ground with his palm. The stones on the ground were completely shattered and then shot into the air.
At the same time, he used his final magical artifact. A furious Qi followed the stones and spread in every direction, stirring up countless clouds of dust and instantly obscuring the scene on the battlefield.
An extremely violent roar sounded from within the smoke and dust.
It was Xiao Zhang's voice.
In the Imperial City, shrouded in both darkness and dust, footsteps like the drums of war resounded.
Xiao Zhang began to charge, like a fierce horse, smashing through the dust and debris, tearing through the darkness. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the Lingyan Pavilion.
With a boom, the tip of his spear seemed to explode with a spring thunder as it stabbed at Xue Xingchuan's face.
Xue Xingchuan grunted, true essence violently surging out. With a flick of his wrist, the Frost God Spear cleverly chopped down.
There was a crisp clang, like someone striking an ancient bell that had been around for thousands of years.
The Frost God Spear glowed in the dust of the night, like a faint sun in the autumn sky, brimming with a desolate and somber aura.
This spear simultaneously contained an indescribably lofty concept and an unimaginable imperial pressure.
Even Xiao Zhang could not avoid this spear and was struck to the ground!
Several strange, ear-piercing pops resounded from the steps of the Lingyan Pavilion.
Xiao Zhang's hands gripped the spear's head and tail, holding it horizontally towards the sky. The middle section of the spear was already bent!
His two arms were also bent!
His knees were also bent!
His knees were bent to the ground!
The stones on the ground were shattered!
His knees were shattered!
His wrists were shattered!
Blood spurted from every part of Xiao Zhang's body, including his lips, forming a ball of blood in the darkness.
But to everyone's horror, even after suffering such heavy injuries and withstanding the pressure of the Frost God Spear, Xiao Zhang still did not completely collapse.
Just what was he holding on for? He clearly knew that he was no match for Xue Xingchuan, so why had he once more charged at Xue Xingchuan?
At this moment, Xue Xingchuan's complexion changed once more.
This was already the third time.
Unlike the previous two times, this time, Xue Xingchuan's expression underwent an even greater change. His eyebrows rose, seeming especially angry, his complexion extremely unsightly, as if somewhat bewildered. His eyes were somewhat perplexed, as if not daring to believe, and then … a mouthful of blood spurted from his lips!
That blood was green.
Just like the pupils of his eyes, which were also currently turning a faint green.
And just like his eyebrows and hair, blown away by the night wind, all of them were green.
Xue Xingchuan had been poisoned, poisoned.
He could clearly sense tens of thousands of small knives incessantly scraping and stabbing at his meridians.
His true essence was currently leaving his body at an unimaginable speed, leaking out into the world.
What sort of poison was this? How could it actually injure him?
In a very short amount of time, he had determined that the poison he had been poisoned assuredly contained the legendary colorless, odorless, formless, and immaterial Peacock Plume.
But was that not the method of the Demon Princess? Could it be that those people who opposed the Divine Empress tonight had actually colluded with the demons?
But when had he been poisoned?
Since Principal Shang was Daoist Ji, then this divine physician was assuredly a master of poisons. In this aspect, he had always been very careful.
In this half year, whether it was eating or cultivating, or even bathing or changing clothes, he had never relied on the help of others. He had always been very cautious.
Suddenly, he thought of something and understood the cause of his poisoning. Gazing at a palace hall in the darkness, his complexion changed once more, becoming somewhat pained, somewhat sad, somewhat sorrowful.
As it turned out, the medicine used to cure people was the poison used to kill.
Nothing was more poisonous than the human heart.
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Within that secluded palace hall, Zhou Tong, who had been heavily injured by Chen Chang Sheng in the first half of the night, lay on the couch like a corpse. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling of the palace hall.
His eyes were like the eyes of a dead fish, devoid of luster. It was somewhat nauseating to look at, just like the bad breath that came from his mouth.
"The most poisonous thing is the human heart. The human heart is human nature, and human nature wants to live. What's wrong with that?"
Zhou Tong stared at the ceiling, his face ashen. Using a weak voice that no one could hear, he muttered to himself, "None of us are his match, not even the Empress. Our family only has the two of us, we can't both die. He promised that I would live, so … Big Brother … then I can only let you die."
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Fresh blood dyed Xue Xing Chuan's armor green, suffused with a faint luster.
The Imperial Palace in the darkness suddenly became abnormally quiet. Countless gazes fell upon the long steps of the Pavilion of Ascending Mist.
Xiao Zhang knew that his mission was accomplished and could no longer endure. He painfully pulled back his broken arms and used his only undamaged right foot to step on the cracked ground, leaving Xue Xing Chuan's body.
Xue Xing Chuan incessantly coughed, and with each cough, a stream of green blood flowed from his lips.
The gentle breeze of the night brushed against his eyebrows and the hair on his temples.
He no longer had the strength to hold the Frost God Spear in his hands. Somewhat exhausted, he put it down.
With a thud, the ground trembled and the Frost God Spear heavily fell to the ground.
Xue Xing Chuan did not fall. Gripping the spear in his hand, he slowly lowered his head and then closed his eyes.
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Countless cries of alarm rose from the Imperial City, brimming with grief and shock.
Suddenly, flames soared into the sky from the two corner towers to the southwest. The Eagle Pavilion to the east suddenly collapsed, and for some reason, many sinister crossbow bolts suddenly appeared in the darkness, shooting into the bodies of their comrades. Screams rang out incessantly as the entire city began to tumble. The Imperial Army and guards were in a state of chaos, no longer paying any attention to the heavily injured Xiao Zhang and Xiaode.
As the dust settled, Xiao Zhang and Xiaode's figures had already vanished. The chaos was still not over. The darkness was filled with shouts and the sounds of fighting.
A tall and thin figure appeared outside the Chu Yin Gate on the west side of the Imperial City.
The light from the flames in the Imperial City illuminated his face, handsome and indifferent. It was the Tang Second Master.
A deputy general of the Imperial Guard walked out of the Imperial City and whispered to him, "Uncle."
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