The river was filled with ice floes, and the current was not fast. The bright red blood did not wash away quickly.
Fresh blood dripped onto the white paper. Coupled with the few black holes, it looked more terrifying than ever before.
Looking at the man standing in the river, the cavalrymen of the Royal Forest Guards felt an unprecedented sense of fear. The two Divine Generals looked at the clearly bent spears in their hands, and a hint of shock flashed through their eyes. They knew that this person was strong, but they didn't expect him to be this strong.
"Are you fucking crazy!" the Tang Second Master stood on the embankment, screaming at the man in the river.
The expression on his face was abnormally gloomy, and the anger in his eyes was abnormally violent. He was shocked to the extreme, and also angry to the extreme.
Wang Po had severed an arm and broken through, beheading Tie Shu with a single blade. This was a fact that he could not accept.
However, seeing Wang Po on the verge of death being saved by this person made it even more difficult for him to accept.
No matter how he thought about it, this person had no reason to save Wang Po.
Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, second on the Proclamation of Liberation, was only below Wang Po.
In the eyes of many, he was the second strongest expert of the middle generation, only below Wang Po.
In the past few tens of years, this crazy and violent genius could be said to be invincible in battles against cultivators of the same generation, and it was only when he faced Wang Po that he'd never won.
He was naturally the person in the world who wanted to defeat Wang Po the most. Moreover, after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, everyone knew that he was now standing on the side of the Imperial Court. He had no reason to not want Wang Po to die, and there was even less of a reason to explain why he had to take such a huge risk to save Wang Po.
The cold wind whistled across the river, lifting the white paper on Xiao Zhang's face and brushing off a few lines of blood.
In the two black holes on the white paper, she could vaguely see him rolling his eyes.
This was naturally directed at the Tang Second Master's furious shout.
Are you crazy?
I am a madman to begin with. Do you even need to ask?
Of course, everyone knew that the Tang Second Master's words were to hear his reason.
Xiao Zhang didn't pay him any attention. He was full of disdain. He thought to himself, 'If you don't even know this, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?'
If the people present were Xun Mei, Xiao De, or even Liang Wangsun, none of them would ask this question, because they understood.
Wang Po also understood, but the Tang Second Master did not. Earlier on the snowy street, Wang Po had said that he was far inferior to Xiao Zhang and the others precisely because of this. Even if the Tang Second Master's schemes were exceptional and he would one day become a formidable and ruthless character that could influence the entire continent, in terms of martial arts, he would never be able to catch up to these people, because he did not understand.
Xiao Zhang had never liked Wang Po. Of course, he wanted to defeat Wang Po, and he also wanted Wang Po to die. However, this was built on a premise.
— — He wanted to do it himself. He could not let others do it.
Over the past several decades, he had always been inferior to Wang Po. Today, when Wang Po had slain a Divine with a single blade in the Luo River, he had been left far behind.
It was precisely because of this that he could not let Wang Po die. If that happened, he would never have the chance to defeat Wang Po in this lifetime.
Then, even if he entered the Divine Domain in the future and cultivated to an even higher level, he would still forever be inferior to his opponent.
That night, Xun Mei had abandoned his old wish and risked his life to ascend the Divine Path. Today, Xiao Zhang had gone against his will and risked his life to save Wang Po.
"Let's go."
Seeing more and more figures on the river bank, seeing those soldiers once more preparing to draw their bows, Xiao Zhang said these two words.
His face was covered in white paper, making it impossible to see his expression, but from the coldness of his voice, he was probably expressionless.
Of course, he also did not turn around, even though these two words were clearly meant for Wang Po behind him.
Wang Po knew of his personality and did not think it strange. He turned around and began to walk upstream. There was still no sign of the Imperial Guard on that bank.
Because his injuries were too severe and he was in the water, his movements were rather slow, but his attitude was very straightforward, without the slightest hesitation.
On the contrary, Xiao Zhang's mood became rather strange. He turned around and asked, "You said you wanted me to go, so I naturally went."
Wang Po did not turn around. He continued to walk to the bank, saying, "You said you wanted me to go, so I naturally went."
Xiao Zhang was somewhat unhappy. He hoarsely yelled, "You're not even going to say thank you?"
Wang Po still did not turn around. He only raised his hand and waved it in the air, expressing his meaning.
Xiao Zhang was very angry. "Just what sort of person is this?"
He did not know that at this moment, a warm smile had appeared on Wang Po's face.
After Xun Mei's death that year, he had never said the words' thank you 'to anyone again.
Seeing the activity in the river, the banks began to stir. The Imperial Guard sent out two-hundred-some cavalry and galloped upstream along the official road through the winter willows.
It was obvious that these cavalry were preparing to kill Wang Po. Even if Xiao Zhang could attract the attention of the two Divine Generals and the Tang Second Master, he could not keep everyone where they were.
Dust rose from the winter willows and the stamping of hooves could be heard, making the atmosphere particularly tense and dangerous. Crucially, the faint stamping of hooves could also be heard from the other side of the Luo River.
The capital was very large and the Luo River was very long, but today, it seemed impossible for Wang Po to find a place to go ashore.
Heavily injured, he could still die at any moment.
At this moment, a sword glow suddenly flashed in the winter willow forest on the shore, giving birth to a sword intent.
This sword glow was very bright, like a Golden Crow flying into the sky, about to burn everything. This sword intent was very upright, like a mountain gate.
The winter willows suddenly shattered and the warhorses heavily crashed to the ground. The sound of a sword cutting through metal and the screams of wounded soldiers rose and fell.
As the dust settled, one could see a person holding his sword horizontally on the road and ten-some cavalry lying in pools of blood.
It was a young man.
To break into Star Condensation at such an age, even in Wang Po's generation, was an extremely rare sight.
To be able to practice the Mountain Gate Sword and the Golden Crow Sword into the same sword technique at such an age, even in the Mount Li Sword Sect, his talent in the sword was only below Qiushan Jun's.
He was the Fourth of the Divine Kingdom's Seven Laws, Guan Feibai.
Soon after, several people madly rushed out of the winter willow forest. Without hesitation, they jumped into the bone-chilling Luo River and swam with all their might towards Wang Po.
They were the teachers and students of Scholartree Manor.
With the crunching of wheels on the gray stone, three extremely luxurious carriages arrived on the banks of the Luo River.
A middle-aged man walked out from the carriage at the very front. It was the head of the Qiushan clan.
The two carriages remained quiet and no one came out, but anyone could imagine that they were probably the masters of the Tiannan clan of similar status to the Qiushan clan head.
Guan Feibai of Mount Li, the teachers and students of Scholartree Manor, and the heads of the Tiannan clan had all come to participate in the celebration of the confluence of the north and south.
After the celebration concluded, they did not leave for the time being, remaining in the capital.
In the past, in this sort of situation, the people of Scholartree Manor would naturally risk their lives to save Wang Po. Given Guan Feibai's personality and the style of the Mount Li Sword Sect, he might also have used his sword. However, the Qiushan clan head and the other two clan heads would never appear among the winter willows on the banks of the Luo River.
Although Wang Po was already a cultivating genius renowned throughout the world at that time, it was still not enough for these clans to offend the Great Zhou Imperial Court in the background of the confluence of the north and south.
But now was different. Wang Po had entered the capital to comprehend the blade, broken through to slay the Divine, and made a powerful declaration to the entire continent.
An expert of the Divine Domain that had already been proven and a cultivating genius with limitless potential were two completely different concepts.
After Su Li and the Holy Maiden of the south left, the most vexing, uneasy, and even frightening problem for the Tiannan was that they no longer had a supreme expert overseeing them.
Now they did.
Although Wang Po was heavily injured and could die at any moment, as long as he could survive, the Tiannan would gain another expert of the Divine Domain.
No, the only expert of the Divine Domain in the Tiannan clan.
Thus, the Qiushan clan head and all the people of the Tiannan clan would not allow Wang Po to be killed by the Imperial Court.
Absolutely not.
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