Anyone could see that this was sophistry, a forced smile, a forced composure. Xiao De also believed this, and the derision on his face grew stronger and stronger.
Chen Changsheng explained, "If we can kill him, that would naturally be for the best. Even if we can't, driving him out of this place isn't bad either."
Xiao De did not understand his reasoning, and the several dozen experts present did not understand either.
Even if it was as Chen Changsheng said, that Zhou Tong had personally laid this trap and turned Zhou Tong into a stray dog, why would a stray dog be so close to death?
Whether it was midsummer or winter, stray dogs could be seen everywhere in the capital. Although they lived arduously, they would not die so easily. Moreover, even if Zhou Tong was a dog, he was no ordinary dog. He had the world's sharpest fangs, and they were also coated with the most terrifying poison.
But it was precisely because of this that Chen Changsheng felt that Zhou Tong was not far from death.
A stray dog would inevitably live in fear, because a rat crossing the street would inevitably be shouted at and beaten by everyone.
Xiao De understood and looked at Chen Changsheng as if he were looking at a childish child. "Do you really think that someone will help you kill Zhou Tong?"
In the view of him and many others, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng's insistence on killing Zhou Tong was already the craziest thing in the world. How could there be such a madman in the world?
Chen Changsheng very honestly replied, "I don't know who will help us kill Zhou Tong."
Then he added, "But I believe that there will definitely be someone."
There were far too many people in the world who wanted Zhou Tong dead.
Zhou Tong had left the crabapple tree courtyard, left the alley of the Northern Military Department. No matter how vast the world was, there would still be no place for him to hide.
Those people who wanted him dead would assuredly seize this opportunity to deliver the most fatal blow.
Because of Shang Xingzhou's existence, the vast majority of those who wanted Zhou Tong dead would probably not move, but there would always be people who would move.
And those so-called vast majority would not lend a helping hand to Zhou Tong. They would only coldly watch from the sidelines, watching Zhou Tong die.
It was just like what he and Su Li had seen on their journey south from the snowy plains, just like in Xunyang City.
Xiao De did not believe in his judgment. Pitying, he said, "When a person is about to die, his heart is also in chaos. What meaning is there in saying such things?"
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Against an expert of the Proclamation of Liberation like Xiao De and several dozen Star Condensation experts, no matter how one looked at it, only death awaited Chen Changsheng. Wang Po's current situation was even worse than his. Although he had just broken through, his severed arm was heavily injured and his meridians were severely damaged. Let alone battle, even walking through the icy river was extremely difficult. Moreover, he was currently facing several hundred elite cavalry, two Divine Generals, the Tang Second Master, and a torrential rain of arrows that blotted out the sky.
The sky was torn into countless pieces by the rain of arrows. Cold winds danced chaotically. Wang Po stood in the river, his expression unchanged. He was still calm, and could even be said to be somewhat wooden.
When everyone in the world wanted to kill him, he brought his blade into the capital and battled the Divine on the snowy street. With incomparable shock, he severed his arm in the Luo River and broke through, killing a peerless expert like Tie Shu with one blade. No matter how one looked at it, he had reached his limit. His Saber Dao had also reached its limit.
At this point, he no longer had any regrets, nor could he do any more shocking things.
He opened his eyes and calmly gazed at the rain of arrows falling from the sky because there was nothing else he could do.
Suddenly, a fierce gale swept through the Luo River, stirring up a storm of snow.
This gust of wind was so powerful that the extremely fast arrows were all disrupted and lost all their power. Then, they fell from the sky.
Several hundred arrows fell into the cold river, sometimes floating and sometimes sinking. They looked like broken branches, a very dismal sight.
The Tang Second Master suddenly raised his head to the snowy sky. His expression flickered and a harsh light flashed through his eyes.
Wang Po had to die.
This was the promise Shang Xingzhou, the White Emperor couple, and the fourteen rebellious princes had made to Zhu Luo.
It was now very obvious that this was the Imperial Court's best chance to kill Wang Po, and it was also very likely its last chance.
Just as the gale from the snowy sky swept up the rain of arrows, the two Divine Generals made their move.
These two Divine Generals were not very highly ranked in the Great Zhou Army, but their cultivations were extremely profound, far surpassing Xue He's. Many years ago, they had already reached the upper level of Star Condensation.
The ten-some willows on the embankment were instantly pulverized and the two dragon-blooded horses whinnied as they were jolted to death. The two Divine Generals soared into the sky, rushing toward the Luo River!
Two spears suffused with cold light stabbed at Wang Po in the Luo River!
Whoosh whoosh! An extremely clear sound resounded through the snowy sky.
It was like all the ice in the Luo River had instantly melted and then flowed upward, transforming into a waterfall.
No, this was the sound of a kite flying high in the sky, blown about by the cold wind.
A string was tied to the bottom of the kite, and on the end of the string was a person.
That person jumped down from the sky with a swoosh sound.
This was the sound of the white paper on his face being blown about by the cold wind.
He was like a stone falling into the Luo River, ahead of those two Divine Generals.
Those two powerful spears had arrived.
The man raised his weapon, which was also an iron spear.
This spear was naturally inferior to the Frost God Spear in the Imperial Palace, inferior to the spear in the hands of Divine General Han Qing, and inferior to the spear in Xue Xingchuan's hands.
But this spear was also one of the most famous spears in the world. From a certain perspective, it was even more famous than the spears of Han Qing and Xue Xingchuan.
Because that person was too famous.
Now that Han Qing had returned to the land of demons and Xue Xingchuan was buried on the outskirts of the capital, just how many spears in the world could be more tyrannical, more unbridled?
The spear exploded forward, blocking the spears of the two Divine Generals of the Great Zhou.
Two extremely muffled collisions resounded over the Luo River, sending waves scattering in all directions.
The Imperial Guards that had already charged into the river were jolted to and fro, the warhorses in the willows neighing in pain.
The two Divine Generals were jolted back to the embankment, blood spurting from their mouths. They had actually suffered significant injuries.
The person stood in the Luo River, not retreating even half a step.
Countless arrows descended from the sky like a torrential rain, like dark clouds, and the Luo River suddenly darkened.
The person's spear was held horizontally above the cold water, unshakable like an iron chain.
Guided by the energy of the spear, a wall of water more than a hundred zhang wide surged up from the Luo River.
The arrows shot into the wall of water and were instantly destroyed.
Soon after, he drew back his spear and gave it a heavy thump.
The end of the spear fell into the water. The water rose up like a waterfall, like a gushing spring, scattering in all directions. Like arrows of water, they shot towards those experts of the army.
Groans could be heard all over the Luo River, and blood could be seen all over the surface of the water mixed with ice.
In an instant, ten-some experts of the army had been heavily injured and had lost the ability to fight.
A moment of silence fell over the world.
Whoosh whoosh.
The kite flew high in the sky.
The wall of water fell into the river.
The white paper on the person's face incessantly trembled.
With a squelch, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth and struck the white paper, making it look like a bewitching flower.
Only at the very end did he decide to act. He was inevitably rather hasty, and his opponent was no ordinary person, but the Imperial Court.
One spear had forced back two Divine Generals, one spear had blocked the rain of arrows, one spear had heavily injured ten-some experts of the army. Even he would have to pay a heavy price.
But he did not care, because at this moment, he was certain that his decision was correct, because he felt very refreshed.
A somewhat hoarse voice, brimming with ruthlessness, pierced through the dripping white paper and fell into the ears of the countless people on the two shores of the Luo River.
"Who else?"
These words were very arrogant.
This person was very arrogant.
A fine Xiao Zhang.
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