Huai Ren gazed at Ping Xuan's profile, her face as gloomy as water. "Have you truly thought this through?"
Ping Xuan calmly replied, "Master, the Holy Maiden gave this disciple temporary control of South Stream Temple, and this disciple has always been distressed as to what to do. Now that I think about it, I was thinking a little too much. A foolish person like me does not need to think too much. I only need to act according to the Holy Maiden's will. That way, nothing will go wrong."
Huai Ren rebuked, "Do you really think that the Holy Maiden is someone who does not distinguish between right and wrong?"
Ping Xuan replied, "I only know that if the Holy Maiden were present, she would never allow anyone to use any reason to threaten His Holiness the Pope's safety."
She and many disciples of South Stream Temple had personally witnessed the tens of thousands of li of dust and dirt covering the journey from Mount Han to the capital. This could not be wrong.
Huai Ren coldly asked, "Even if he really did kill Bie Tianxin?"
Ping Xuan replied, "Master, I said that no reason is acceptable."
Huai Ren found it hard to conceal her disappointment. "Even if you clearly know that this will consign my Holy Maiden Peak to eternal damnation?"
Ping Xuan replied, "If this is the Holy Maiden's will."
… …
… …
Wuqiong Bi stood ten-some zhang away from the platform.
She looked at the disciples of South Stream Temple and harshly rebuked, "Do you want to rely on numbers to bully us two pitiful people who have just lost a son?"
The white-haired person sending off the black-haired person was truly worthy of sympathy, but she and Bie Yanghong were two of the world's few experts. Who could bully them?
The disciples of South Stream Temple were very nervous. This was the strongest opponent they had ever encountered in their lives, but the sword array was still as stable as a cliff.
The thousand-some cultivators on the summit nervously watched.
On one side were true experts of the continent who had immersed themselves in the Divine Domain for countless years.
On the other side was the legendary sword array that had left behind countless unimaginable scars on the battlefield.
When the two met, who would be stronger?
… …
… …
A shrill howl resounded through the summit.
The horsetail whisk in Wuqiong Bi's hand descended from the sky and smashed down on the platform.
The horsetail whisk flew through the air, leaving behind countless threads, each one like a bolt of lightning. They cut through the air, creating white turbulence.
Boundless auras of silent destruction flickered in and out of existence in the lightning and spatial turbulence, making them seem incomparably terrifying.
Standing at the very front, Ye Xiaolian raised her sword to meet the attack, a sword glow flashing in front of the stage.
Under the terrifying pressure of Wuqiong Bi, the summit suddenly became cold and gloomy. In contrast, this sword glow seemed particularly weak and insignificant.
It was like a small boat in a surging ocean that could capsize at any moment and be obliterated without a trace.
Soon after, several more sword lights lit up, illuminating the dark world even more brightly.
The few small sampans in the ocean seemed to form a small boat. It was still not very big, but it was relatively sturdy.
The next moment, dozens of sword lights lit up at the same time. The peak was suddenly illuminated, as if it was daytime again.
Those sampans and small boats were rolled together by the waves and turned into a large ship. It crossed the extremely steep tide, pierced through the heavy rain clouds, and broke through the sky.
This was not a simple patchwork.
Even if thousands of wooden planks were piled together to form a small mountain, they would scatter the moment they entered the sea, unable to withstand any wind and waves.
Only when they were truly put together could they become a massive ship that could brave the wind and waves.
Several dozen sword glows of varying brightness illuminated the summit. Several dozen different sword techniques flew through the air, responding to each other, communicating with each other, becoming one.
This process was extremely fast, and it seemed as if the conditions were right. When the water fell, the stone would reveal itself, complementing the laws of nature. Most mystical of all was that, like a boat made of wood, several dozen sword techniques superimposed on each other produced an inexplicable change. The sword energy suddenly swelled, its power countless times greater than that of a South Stream Temple disciple!
This was the world-renowned sword array of South Stream Temple!
An incomparably majestic sword energy enveloped the plateau. Sword glows illuminated the world, tore through the dark clouds, and clashed with the otherworldly horsetail whisk.
A fierce and awe-inspiring sword intent erupted, slashing at the lightning and spatial cracks, resisting the terrifying Qi of silent destruction.
Countless sounds rose up at almost the same time. There were tearing sounds, explosions, but even more clashes resulted in true annihilation, silent and even more dangerous.
Fierce winds howled and the trees on the cliff bent to the west as if unable to endure this power.
The Mount Li Sword Sect, Scholartree Manor, and several other sects of the south released their Qi and used their magical artifacts to protect their disciples.
As the dust settled, Wuqiong Bi's figure appeared. She was still at her original position, unable to advance even a single step!
The South Stream Temple sword array formed by several dozen girls had actually managed to block an attack from an expert of the Divine Domain!
Three disciples had been intimidated by Wuqiong Bi's momentum, their Dao hearts thrown into disorder, and were injured, powerless to continue fighting.
There was another rush of wind. Very quickly, another South Stream Temple disciple took the place of these three disciples, and this one seemed even more confident.
It was still not over.
Ping Xuan calmly ordered, "Form the array."
Before she could finish speaking, those South Stream Temple disciples that had not had time to act rushed forward.
For a moment, sword glows and cries could be heard all over the plateau.
The three-hundred-some South Stream Temple disciples formed a complete sword array!
Their white dresses drifted in the wind like waves, eternally inextinguishable.
The awe-inspiring sword intent was like a thousand peaks that would never fall.
This was the world-renowned South Stream Temple sword array!
… …
… …
It was extremely quiet on the plateau, and everyone's eyes were still filled with shock.
Many people had heard of the South Stream Temple sword array, but very few had the chance to see it for themselves.
The South Stream Temple sword array was truly as powerful as the legends said. Just a few Ethereal Opening disciples could block an expert of the Divine Domain like Wuqiong Bi!
Wuqiong Bi's face was brimming with ruthlessness. She knew of the power of the South Stream Temple sword array. It was rumored that one thousand years ago, when Zhou Dufu, the strongest expert under the starry sky, charged into Holy Maiden Peak, he had spent no small amount of time to break the South Stream Temple sword array. Although she still had many techniques that she had not used, she could not be stronger than Zhou Dufu. However, no matter how powerful the South Stream Temple sword array was, it could not stop her, because she wanted to avenge her most beloved son. Today, she had to kill Chen Changsheng!
Just when she was prepared to charge the South Stream Temple sword array again, the situation changed.
"This prince believes that the most appropriate thing to do now is to have Zhusha quickly appear and explain what happened that day. Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, there will naturally be a conclusion."
The Prince of Xiang stood up from his chair, adjusted the bright yellow belt around his waist, and took two deep breaths. He looked at Chen Changsheng on the platform and smiled. "Everyone knows that His Holiness the Pope has a connection with the Protectors, so it should not be difficult to notify her. Moreover, the Black Frost Dragon can instantly travel one thousand li, so no matter where she is on the continent, she should be able to return today. If His Holiness the Pope feels that this prince's proposal is not bad, then there is no harm in everyone drinking a few cups of tea and waiting for her to return."
Bie Yanghong was quiet for a few moments, then said, "Okay."
Wuqiong Bi naturally did not want this. Her face was brimming with anger, but she ultimately said nothing.
Everyone turned to Chen Changsheng. In their view, there was nothing wrong with the Prince of Xiang's proposal. It truly was a prudent statement.
But perhaps the Pope was worried about the Black Dragon's safety and was unwilling to summon her back, or perhaps … did not dare to summon her?
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a few moments, then said, "I will not summon her back."
The crowd fell into an uproar.
The Prince of Xiang's smile faded as he indifferently said, "Then this prince truly cannot support Your Holiness."
To not support was to oppose. He could not say it explicitly, but his attitude was clear.
This was his attitude, and it could also be understood as the Imperial Court's attitude.
While the Prince of Xiang's voice was still echoing over the plateau, many people had already begun to slowly stand up.
These people were experts of the Imperial Court, several blue-clothed Daoists from Luoyang's Monastery of Eternal Spring, and experts from sects and sects that had long since submitted to the Imperial Court. There were already several hundred of them.
The most conspicuous of them all was the Divine General that had been sitting next to the Prince of Xiang this entire time.
This Divine General had said nothing from start to finish, his expression indifferent, but he had attracted the attention of many people.
This was because he had a very distinctive appearance. His eyebrows seemed to have been dyed, as white as snow and chilled all who saw them.
It was precisely because of his unique appearance that many people had recognized him.
The White Tiger Divine General, peak Star Condensation cultivator, ranked second in the world among the Divine Generals!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
