"Right now, all the evidence points to Zhusha."
Bie Yanghong looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I ask Your Holiness to hand her over to me. I want to ask her."
Zhusha was the name Wang Zhice had given to the little Black Dragon many years ago.
It was also the name that experts of the continent like Bie Yanghong were used to calling her.
"Bie Tianxin was not killed by me, and certainly not by Zhusha."
Chen Changsheng said to Bie Yanghong, "This is a scheme. The last time I saw Bie Tianxin was in Hanqiu City. If you are still willing to believe me, there is no harm in investigating just who Bie Tianxin has been with in the last few days."
Bie Yanghong calmly gazed at him, though it was hard to tell if he had heard.
Gou Hanshi agreed, "Correct, my dear brother is of great talent, and he also has two seniors personally branded his soul. Ordinary methods cannot harm him, unless he is ambushed by someone close to him or if an expert of the Divine Domain blocks his Qi … and it is said that Zhusha has still not been able to break Lord Wang Zhice's seal, so she should not be able to do it."
Wuqiong Bi's eyes were already red. How could she listen to these words? She harshly rebuked, "That evil dragon cannot do it, but do not forget that our Pope still has the Divine Staff! Besides you, who else has a bone-deep hatred for this old woman and my pitiful son! Let me ask you, are you willing to hand over that evil dragon or not! "
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then said, "Forgive me for not being able to comply."
Wuqiong Bi was so angry that she began to laugh. "Then don't blame this old woman for being impolite today!"
The Archbishop of the southern church paled at these words. He took two steps forward to the edge of the platform and shouted, "Impudent! Who dares to be so rude to His Holiness the Pope! "
Wuqiong Bi harshly retorted, "For the sake of a personal grudge, you even used the evil dragon to kill the innocent! What virtue does this sort of person have to be Pope!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire crowd went into an uproar. Everyone understood her intentions.
Wuqiong Bi had always insisted that Chen Changsheng hand over the Black Dragon. If Chen Changsheng did not agree, she would use this matter to make things difficult for him.
In her view, the Black Dragon was the true culprit behind the death of her son, and Chen Changsheng was the true culprit. How could she let him go?
Even if she had to oppose the Orthodoxy, even the millions of believers in the world, she would still kill Chen Changsheng today and avenge her son!
"I want to see who can protect you today!"
Wuqiong Bi stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and spat venomously, "You're not willing to hand over the Black Dragon, so you'll have your tendons pulled out, your skin flayed, and your bones ground to dust in her place!"
If two experts of the Divine Domain attacked at the same time, just how terrifying would their might be?
If he were in the Li Palace, protected by the Prefects of the Orthodoxy with their precious treasures, Chen Changsheng might not have feared them, but this was Holy Maiden Peak. Experts of the Orthodoxy like the bishop of the south and Hu Thirty-Two were too lacking compared to Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, so they would not be of much use. Of course, if the Prince of Xiang and the experts of the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission were willing to appear, the situation would be different. The problem was that no one knew if the shadow of the Imperial Court was behind this matter. Even if it wasn't, why would the Imperial Court stand up for the Li Palace?
"Wang Po, come out!"
Wuqiong Bi gazed into the cold gray sky and coldly shouted, "Can you still protect him today! Do you still have the face to protect him?! "
All the cultivators on the plateau were shocked when they heard this, and they thought in their hearts, Could it be that Wang Po has come as well? Then where is he?
Wuqiong Bi had attacked Chen Changsheng to avenge her son's death. Given Wang Po's usual conduct, just what would he do?
After some time, the sky remained cold and gray. No one appeared, no one answered.
It seemed like Wang Po had not come to Holy Maiden Peak today. To many people on the plateau, this was excellent news.
If he had already come to Holy Maiden Peak but did not appear, this was even better news for them.
Because this meant that in Wang Po's view, Chen Changsheng should first hand over the evil dragon.
Countless gazes drew back from the cold gray sky and once more turned to Chen Changsheng, each with a different expression.
Some were secretly delighted, some were nervous, some were cold, and there was also a small amount of anger.
Wuqiong Bi walked toward Chen Changsheng, her eyes frigid to the extreme. The horsetail whisk in her hand began to move despite the lack of wind, stirring up countless streams of energy.
Hu Thirty-Two, the bishop of the south, and ten-some priests had already arrived at Chen Changsheng's side.
But how could these people be a match for an expert of the Divine Domain?
The people of Scholartree Manor were silent, the Mount Li disciples silently looked at each other, Gou Hanshi was pensive, and Tang Thirty-Six was looking at Bie Yanghong, seemingly thinking of something.
Was it really as Wuqiong Bi said, that no one could protect Chen Changsheng today?
This was Holy Maiden Peak, and if anyone had the ability to change the situation, it was naturally South Stream Temple.
The Orthodoxy's north and south were divided, but when it came to the dignity of the Daoist faith and external affairs, they had always advanced and retreated together.
In the past, South Stream Temple would assuredly protect Chen Changsheng, because he was the Pope. However, the matter of closing the temple had caused an intense dispute between the two sides, and Chen Changsheng's stance had become unprecedentedly unyielding. Presumably, South Stream Temple, or at least those three martial grandaunts, would change their stance.
Just as expected, just when Ping Xuan and Yi Chen were about to say something, a cold snort rang out.
"Since it's a murder suspect, that evil dragon should come out and explain, even if it is the Protector of our Orthodoxy."
Huai Bi looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "If Your Holiness the Pope resolutely protects it, others will inevitably suspect … that evil dragon was really ordered by you. If it is true, then your virtue is lacking. What right do you have to sit on the seat of Pope? What right do you have to expound on the laws of the church and interfere in the affairs of my South Stream Temple? "
Her words were very harsh, and could also be called very malicious. She directly wanted South Stream Temple to stay out of this matter, simultaneously placing Chen Changsheng in an extremely passive position.
After hearing these words, Ye Xiaolian could no longer bear it. She viewed Chen Changsheng as her idol, so how could she possibly believe these accusations? Raising her sword, she rushed to the front of the platform and angrily yelled at the people on the plateau, "His Holiness the Pope is not this sort of person!"
Huai Bi was enraged and harshly rebuked, "Evil disciple, what do you want to do!"
Ye Xiaolian did not turn her head.
Wuqiong Bi slowly walked over with an indescribable pressure.
She was currently at the upper level of Ethereal Opening. In terms of cultivation time, this was rather impressive, but how could she directly contend against an expert of the Divine Domain?
Even though they were separated by a hundred-some zhang, even though Wuqiong Bi was not deliberately using her pressure to suppress her opponent, her small face instantly paled and the hand gripping her sword trembled.
But she did not retreat. In the next moment, several more disciples of South Stream Temple rushed in front of Chen Changsheng.
At this sight, Ping Xuan, who had kept her head lowered even when discussing the matter of closing the temple, finally raised her head.
She was keenly aware of what the Holy Maiden would do if she were present.
She calmly ordered, "Form the sword array!"
Countless whooshes resounded through the air.
Countless sword glows illuminated the gloomy sky.
Several dozen disciples rushed in front of Chen Changsheng, forming the world-renowned South Stream Temple sword array.
It was just like in Mount Han, and also like in the Orthodox Academy.
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