Wang Po was born in Tianliang and was not a southerner, but because of his grudges with the Great Zhou Imperial Court, the people of the south were very willing to accept him.
Thus, when he became the master of Scholartree Manor, he was not met with vigilance or hostility. On the contrary, he was welcomed.
Compared to Su Li, the southerners were more fond of his temperament and moral character, more worthy of their trust and reliance.
In other words, he was more suited than Su Li to be the banner of the south, but first, he needed to raise this banner.
The entire south had been waiting for the day that he would break into the Divine, but no one had expected this day to come so early or so suddenly, so no one had been prepared.
Today, his metal knife had cleaved through the sky of the capital and raised a flag fluttering in the wind. The south had finally welcomed its own flag.
Other than those legendary existences that could no longer be verified, he was the youngest person to enter the Divine Domain.
Perhaps in the future, in the younger generation represented by Qiushan Jun, there would be someone who would surpass him, but no one could be sure.
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On the embankment of the Luo River, the three carriages slowly retreated. The willow branches gently swayed in the wind, unable to be held back.
The Tang Second Master's face was very gloomy, but he did nothing. The two Divine Generals and the several hundred Imperial Guards also maintained their silence.
The three carriages seemed unremarkable, but they represented the attitude of the entire Heavenly South, and they clearly expressed their stance.
They could do nothing else, or else the Imperial Court and the Wenshui Tangs would fall out with the entire south.
No one could bear this responsibility, not even the powerful personage that the Wenshui Tangs had sent to the capital.
In the entire capital, and even the entire continent, there was only one person who could bear this responsibility.
Dao Sovereign Shang Xingzhou.
The Tang Second Master drew back his gaze and looked to a certain place to the north.
Of the two things he had to do today, he had already failed one. The remaining thing was more important.
The position of Pope represented the resources and strength of the Orthodoxy that were as vast as the ocean. Nothing could go wrong.
Chen Chang Sheng must die.
The clouds and snow were like a flock of sheep driven by a whip, moving slowly in the gloomy sky.
The Saints of White Emperor City were temporarily balancing the situation in the Li Palace.
The southerners did not care about Chen Changsheng's life or death or the continuation of the Orthodoxy. People like the head of the Qiu Shan family were even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.
There shouldn't be anyone coming to save Chen Chang Sheng.
In this way, today could be said to be a tie.
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The three carriages drove out of the capital without any obstruction.
The snow-covered Five Mile Plain was completely revealed on the other side of the Bai River. After crossing the bridge, one could step onto the official road back to the south.
Guan Feibai indicated for the carriage to stop. After saying a few words to the Qiushan clan head, he bowed and prepared to leave.
The curtain of the carriage in front was raised, revealing Wang Po's somewhat pale face.
"What are you going to do?"
Guan Feibai said, "That guy should be in a lot of trouble right now. I'll go see if I can help."
When he said this, his tone was very natural, as though it was a matter of course. Thus, even though his voice was very calm, it still gave off a very righteous feeling.
Wang Po smiled, thinking, the Mount Li Sword Sect truly is extraordinary. These young disciples are all much stronger than Senior Su Li.
"There's no need to go." He continued, "That guy has his own plans. There's no need for more help."
As they walked from the Assistant Minister's estate to the northern part of the city, they chatted on the banks of the Luo River. They talked about Wang Zhice, the Garden of Zhou, the path of the blade, and the sword soul. Naturally, they also talked about what they were about to do.
That guy had asked him to help delay Tie Shu, but he had asked for nothing else.
Wang Po had done even more. He had slain Tie Shu, so that guy could naturally finish the rest.
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Snow fell on the ruins, on that guy's shoulder.
A sword glow shot out of the snow like a bolt of lightning.
At this moment, the sword glow was still ten-some zhang from him, but it would arrive in the next moment. The sword of a Star Condensation expert could ignore this distance.
Chen Changsheng did not look. He continued to stare at Xiao De, completely disregarding that sword glow. He seemed rather arrogant and conceited.
In reality, this was not the case. When the sword glow appeared, he had already attacked. It was just that other than the extremely close Xiao De, no one else had noticed.
The clear cry of a sword resounded through this courtyard deep within the alley of the Northern Military Department.
It was the sound of two swords clashing.
The snow suddenly dispersed, and an expert of the Department for Purging Officials was forced to reveal himself. With a groan, he retreated.
A chip the size of a grain of rice had appeared on the sword in his hand.
This was the mountain sword of his sect, something he deeply treasured, but he had no time to grieve over it. His heart was filled with shock.
He stared at the snowy sky in front of him, his face pale like he had seen a ghost.
In the snowy sky, an ancient sword was floating, emitting a low buzzing sound.
What sort of sword was this? It was actually able to injure his sect's mountain sword?
More importantly, this sword … just where had it come from?
While he was still in a state of extreme shock, another sword glow pierced through the snow and stabbed at Chen Changsheng.
This sword glow was even more sinister. It rose two feet from the ground, its angle abnormally crafty. It actually carried a hint of a shaman sword style.
Chen Changsheng saw this sword glow, but he still did not move.
The cold wind was suddenly thrown into disorder. An old sword appeared in front of this sword glow as if it had appeared out of thin air.
The two swords clashed and clattered.
With a strange cry, an assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets fell from a tree into a pile of snow. A wound had appeared on his left shoulder, dripping with blood.
"What's going on here!"
This assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets activated his movement technique and madly swung his sword, doing his utmost to block the pursuit of that old sword as he shouted in extreme shock.
Several thunderous collisions resounded through the snowy sky.
Several experts of the Great Zhou Army who had been attacking from the front let out muffled grunts as they were jolted back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.
Their sword-wielding hands trembled, their expressions grave.
Several more swords appeared out of thin air in the snowy sky, but they were different from the swords that had appeared like ghosts. These swords were clearly much thicker and heavier.
Even after hundreds of years of tempering, these heavy swords still contained extremely terrifying power.
A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.
No one else attacked.
With a clear hum, the old sword that had pursued the assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets flew back through the snow and came to a stop in front of Chen Changsheng.
More than ten swords quietly floated in the air around him, receiving the snowflakes falling from the sky and guarding all directions.
These swords were of different shapes and different Qis, but they all had one thing in common: they were all very old.
Some of the swords even had traces of rust on them, but this did not diminish their sharpness.
Seeing this scene, the experts of the Imperial Court recalled that rumor. Their expressions turned extremely grave, and they even began to show signs of fear.
If that rumor was true, this was probably only the beginning.
Sure enough, in the next moment, they heard a lot of voices.
Clangclangclang!
It was not the sound of swords rubbing against scabbards, but the sound of swords cutting through the snowy sky.
Countless swords flew out of Chen Changsheng's body.
They were like countless fish constantly surging out of a deep pool.
Sword intents and sword glows exploded in the courtyard, drowning out the color of the wind and snow.
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