Wang Po had a very unique pair of eyebrows.
To be precise, it was the relative position between the eyebrows.
The distance between his eyebrows and eyes was a little close, and the ends of his eyebrows were a little droopy, so he looked a little shabby.
However, when he raised his eyebrows, they would separate from his eyes.
That was the beginning of heaven and earth.
At the same time, the end of his eyebrows would shoot up like a spear towards the heavens, incomparably majestic.
In short, when he raised his eyebrows, it had nothing to do with the word 'shabby'.
Moreover, when he raised his eyebrows, his shoulders would rise as well.
Compared to his eyebrows, Wang Po's shoulders were more famous. Because they drooped for a longer period of time, they were more easily seen.
When he moved his shoulders, he would often draw his blade.
Just like at this very moment, an extremely sharp saber intent suddenly appeared in Hundred Flower Lane and soared into the sky.
Several hundred Sacred Light crossbows and all the weapons in the hands of the Imperial Court's experts were aimed at Wang Po.
The Prince of Xiang had a grave expression, his hands long ago leaving the fat on his belt.
Wang Po said nothing, only quietly gazed at the Orthodox Academy.
Just like the Prince of Xiang, he knew that the person using the Blazing Sun Style was not Chen Changsheng.
It could only be Shang Xingzhou.
Just what was the relationship between Shang Xingzhou and Emperor Taizong?
Could it be that he's also a member of the Chen Imperial Family?
Wang Po did not think about these questions.
Instead, he was thinking about the records that his father's generation had painstakingly preserved.
In those accounts, in addition to the most striking and bloody words, "the destruction of the family", there were also many scenes of the miserable wind and rain.
In those images, there was a young man with a gloomy temperament. According to the judgment of the Wang Clan's ancestor, that young man was the instigator of the raid and should be a member of the Imperial Family. However, whether it was at the time or afterwards, no one was able to find out that young man's identity.
In short, that young man brought a lot of misery to the Wang family.
Wang Po had never met Emperor Taizong, but Emperor Taizong was still his enemy, because this was a family grudge.
Of course, the young man from back then was also his enemy.
He had thought that the man had already disappeared in the long river of history, but today, he discovered that it was highly possible that the man was still alive.
The atmosphere outside the Orthodox Academy was abnormally tense.
Wang Po looked at the courtyard gate in silence.
In the end, his shoulders drooped again.
At the same time, his eyebrows drooped.
There seemed to be thousands of sighs in Hundred Flowers Lane.
It wasn't regret, but joy.
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The Blazing Sun Style was a very powerful and special cultivation method.
The myriad of Daoist techniques in the world were all based on the True Essence transformed from Star Brilliance.
Only the Blazing Sun Art did not gather starlight, but sunfire.
Sunfire was not as clear and gentle as starlight, but in terms of power, it was far superior.
However, it was precisely because it was too blazing hot that cultivators were unable to harvest it and convert it into True Essence.
After the descent of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, the Human race began to cultivate the Dao. For countless years, only the Chen clan, due to the unique structure of their Fate Wheel, could cultivate this method.
No matter if it was the books of Daoism or the books of history, all of them took this to be the Heaven Dao's favor towards the Chen Clan. So no matter if it was a time of chaos or peace, the Chen Clan possessed an extraordinary status in Tianliang County and even the entire continent. It was as if they were innately covered in a divine radiance.
In the last thousand years, countless experts had emerged from the Chen Clan, like the young hero, Chen Xuanba, and Emperor Taizong.
Of course, there was also the rumored once wise and divine Prince Chu.
Even today, the Chen Imperial clan continued to produce more and more experts. The ten-some princes in Hundred Flowers Lane were all experts, and the Prince of Xiang had already stepped into the Divine Domain. Together with the descendants of the imperial clan scattered throughout the world, this was truly an extremely powerful force.
But in the last few years, with the Tianhai Divine Empress before him and Shang Xingzhou behind him, this force had never been truly displayed.
But how could Shang Xingzhou cultivate the Blazing Sun Art? Was he an Imperial clan member? Just what was his relationship with Emperor Taizong?
These questions flashed through Chen Changsheng's mind, but they very quickly vanished, leaving no trace behind.
He had already guessed this in the Garden of Zhou, but now he had just received confirmation.
And Shang Xingzhou had once more walked in front of him.
He gripped his sword with both hands and slashed it down at Chen Changsheng's head.
This sword was very simple, without any moves or profound intent. It just chopped down in a straight line.
The sun shone on his black hair, which was tightly bound, and glinted.
The sun shone on his bare arms, glinting.
The sunlight shone on his Daoist sword, reflecting light.
He was like a god.
The sword in his hand could cut through everything in the world.
First was the sky.
In the azure sky, a line that seemed both real and fake appeared.
An awe-inspiring sword intent accompanied by a dazzling ray of light descended upon Chen Changsheng's head.
Chen Changsheng did not know if he could receive it.
He was rather nervous, and it was also because the sword glow was too dazzling, so he squinted his eyes.
There was often a connection between the most minute movements of humans.
As he squinted, he subconsciously tightened his grip.
And then, his palm tightened around the hilt of the sword.
The hilt of the sword was rather hard. After being hidden in the hollow of a tree for several years, its surface was somewhat slippery, perhaps due to moss or rotten mud.
This feeling was not unfamiliar, as he had held countless swords, but it was not exactly familiar. He was sure that he had never held this sword before.
There were far too many swords in the Sword Pool, so he could not be familiar with each one. He also did not know the name or origin of this sword.
But he knew that the object he held was straight, hard, and sharp.
This was a sword.
Then it was fine.
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Sword met sword.
It was like the cold air descending south from the frigid snowfields meeting the heat waves from the Western Sea.
There was a sudden clap of thunder.
The lake water shook into waves, then into waterfalls, then into torrential rain, washing everything between heaven and earth from different angles.
Dozens of thick and sturdy ancient trees slowly fell with a cracking sound.
Between the flying sawdust and branches, one could faintly see the sunken ground.
Countless cracks, both deep and shallow, appeared on the walls of the Hundred Herb Garden.
Nearby, the Imperial Palace automatically created an array. As the clear light fell, everything was covered in a mysterious cloak.
In Wang Zhice's eyes, this was very similar to Daoist Wu's recent paintings. The brush strokes were extremely simple, even deliberately crude, but the colors were extremely bold.
For example, the red that was like blood and rust.
The dust settled.
Chen Changsheng half-knelt by the lake, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Even more frightening was that there was no sword in his hand.
The sword had fallen on the grass far away, stuck in the ground at an angle. It looked like a broken flag, but also like a tombstone.
The sword was still trembling, emitting a faint hum, not a mournful hum, but somewhat apologetic.
Shang Xingzhou appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.
It was also very difficult for him to break the defensive sword technique that Su Li had passed on to Chen Changsheng.
But he had the Blazing Sun Style.
He had still suppressed his cultivation to below the Divine Domain, but by relying on the Blazing Sun Style, he possessed an unimaginable and endless strength.
No matter how formidable a sword technique was, it could not endure this sort of crushing strength, and for a long time at that.
In this process, Shang Xingzhou had consumed more true essence and paid a price than Chen Changsheng.
But Chen Changsheng had no sword.
Shang Xingzhou indifferently looked at him and raised the sword in his hand.
He did not believe that his disciple would have such good luck that he would be able to find a sword in a broken tree.
Strangely, there was no panic on Chen Changsheng's face. His eyes were also as calm as the waters of a lake.
Then, he plunged his hand into the lake and took out a sword. (To be continued …)
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