The plateau was instantly plunged into absolute silence.
From the moment Bie Yanghong attacked, the disciples of South Stream Temple, Gou Hanshi, and Hu Thirty-Two had all stopped, no matter how nervous they were.
Bie Yanghong had issued a challenge to Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, implying that he acknowledged that if Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong worked together, they had the right to fight against an expert of the Divine Domain.
Since this was a battle of equals, they deserved respect.
The string had already been severed, and only a few inches of Bie Yanghong's pinkie remained. The little red flower floated in the air like a rootless duckweed, delicate and pitiful.
Logically speaking, now that his best move had been broken, the crowd should have favored Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
But who among those who had personally witnessed Bie Yanghong's punch would dare make such a judgment?
Crucially, Bie Yanghong had used his absolute strength and abundant experience as an expert of the Divine Domain to successfully separate Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Chen Changsheng was now heavily injured. If he could not use the Unity Sword Art with Xu Yourong, could he still continue?
Everyone was nervously watching the scene, wanting to know how the situation would develop next. Then, something unexpected happened.
Someone had launched a sneak attack on Chen Changsheng.
This person was a true expert of the peak of Star Condensation.
The second-ranked Divine General of the Great Zhou, the White Tiger!
An extremely cold and harsh bellow resounded through the air.
The White Tiger Divine General rushed behind Chen Changsheng, gripped his spear with both hands, and thrust it at Chen Changsheng's back!
The spear flew through the air, its momentum ferocious and savage. It seemed like it wanted to pierce through Chen Changsheng's body, even nail him to the ground!
Chen Changsheng was heavily injured, his expression somewhat perplexed. It was clear that he had not yet awoken from his heaven-shaking clash with Bie Yanghong.
If the White Tiger Divine General's spear, imbued with his entire life's cultivation, could break through his defenses, it would pierce straight through his Ethereal Palace.
At that time, even if the Tianhai Divine Empress came back to life or Wang Zhice suddenly appeared, they would still be unable to save him.
Now, just who could change all this?
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A blade.
It descended from the sky.
It gave its answer.
This blade ignored the distance between the heavens and earth, descending from the sky to the plateau. With an indomitable momentum, it slashed down at the White Tiger Divine General's head!
Seeing that iron saber, everyone on the cliff platform guessed who had come, and exclamations of surprise suddenly arose.
Wang Po of Tianliang!
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The Prince of Xiang slightly narrowed his eyes, his hands lightly caressing the rather uncomfortable flab tied up by his belt. He did not move, his thoughts inscrutable.
A few days ago, they had met on Chicken Crowing Mountain outside Wenshui City, and today, he had been waiting for Wang Po to appear.
There were many people like the Prince of Xiang, and they were all waiting for Wang Po to appear.
Wuqiong Bi was one of them. At the very beginning, before she attacked Chen Changsheng, she had angrily shouted at the sky.
Wang Po had finally arrived.
Sure enough, they came!
Wuqiong Bi had been preparing for Wang Po's arrival this entire time.
She didn't know why the White Tiger Divine General suddenly wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, but she didn't care.
As long as Chen Chang Sheng died, it didn't matter who killed him.
She let out a shrill cry and flew into the air. The horsetail whisk in her hand wrapped around the iron saber with the will of quietus.
At the same time, her Daoist sleeves fluttered in the air like a nimble dragon as they coiled around the iron blade.
At this moment, she pushed her cultivation to the limit. On the iron saber, layers upon layers, there were at least hundreds of layers of defense!
She was very clear that she was not Wang Po's opponent. At most, she could only block his blade.
But a few moments was enough!
She was confident that the White Tiger Divine General could kill Chen Changsheng.
Even if Chen Changsheng still had some hidden treasures, she was confident that her husband could defeat Xu Yourong in the shortest time possible and kill Chen Changsheng!
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The situation on the plateau had changed too quickly, the scenes rapidly changing like streams of light. Other than the people involved, no one could clearly see what was happening, much less take action.
No one noticed that a seemingly unremarkable man had silently moved more than a hundred feet towards the center of the field.
And no one noticed that in a corner of the plateau, among the cultivators of several small sects in the south, a blue-clothed visitor wearing a bamboo hat had raised his head to glance at the sky.
At that moment, Chen Changsheng was still retreating, the White Tiger Divine General had just taken his first step, and Xu Yourong had drawn the Tong Bow.
The blue-clothed visitor in the bamboo hat was not watching the soul-stirring battle. Instead, he was looking at the sky.
At that time, there was nothing in the sky.
Of the thousand-some cultivators on the plateau, the blue-clothed visitor was the first to look at the sky. Even the Prince of Xiang was a few moments behind him.
He was standing under a tree. In his eyes, the sky should have been cut into many pieces. Which piece was he looking at?
It should have been that blade-like sky.
He sensed that Wang Po had finally arrived.
Only those extremely close to him could see that the blue-clothed visitor was wearing a copper mask under his bamboo hat.
The copper mask seemed very mysterious. At some point, it had lost a small corner, but it still tightly covered his face, revealing only his eyes.
The blue-clothed visitor looked at the sky, his eyes abnormally deep and indifferent.
He had waited for a very long time.
That blade had finally arrived.
Now, he was about to move.
Because he knew that the blade needed only three seconds to break through Wuqiong Bi's obstruction and cut off the White Tiger Divine General's head.
And in these three seconds, the White Tiger Divine General could not kill Chen Changsheng. Since Chen Changsheng was the Pope, he assuredly had methods to preserve his life.
As for Bie Yanghong, even if he managed to force Xu Yourong back in these three seconds, he would probably only be able to restrain Chen Changsheng, not kill him.
He was the only one capable of killing Chen Changsheng in these three seconds.
In his initial plan, the blue-clothed visitor had never thought about personally taking action, as this would increase the risk of him being exposed. But he had not expected the Prince of Xiang to be so patient. From start to finish, other than using the Blazing Sun Style to shout out a clear sound, he had not done anything else. Now that Wang Po had arrived, the Prince of Xiang was even less likely to take action.
The greatest surprise was that Xu Yourong had disregarded the fact that her cultivation career might suffer a severe setback and forcefully left seclusion. And the sword style she and Chen Changsheng used together was so wondrous that it could even contend against an expert of the Divine Domain. Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have been killed by Wuqiong Bi at the very start.
All these factors added together ultimately resulted in the fact that if he did not take action, Chen Changsheng might survive.
Fortunately, the situation was still under his control.
Wang Po was obstructed by Wuqiong Bi, Xu Yourong by Bie Yanghong, and the White Tiger Divine General's explosive attack was already very difficult for Chen Changsheng to deal with.
As for Gou Hanshi, the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect, the disciples of South Stream Temple, and the priests, they were still some distance away and not worthy of his attention.
He was confident that if he took action, Chen Changsheng would assuredly die.
Now was the best chance.
This was a chance that could not be missed.
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(Little Mi and Sangsang's child was born yesterday … eight catties. It's truly a sigh of sorrow.)
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