This situation had occurred because the blue-clothed visitor had made a miscalculation.
Wuqiong Bi truly could block that blade for at least three seconds.
The problem was that when Bie Yanghong attacked him with an unprecedented fearlessness, his wife, Wuqiong Bi, had naturally sensed it.
Whether she truly understood why Bie Yanghong was doing this or whether she was still confused and doubtful, it was only natural that she would slow down.
In the end, the blade did not even need three seconds to cut through those whisks and cut through his Daoist sleeve.
Thus, just when the blue-clothed visitor believed that he could finally escape, he saw that blade coming at him from the sky.
A howl brimming with anger and unwillingness resounded through the sky and fell upon the mountains.
It was followed by the howl of air being torn apart.
A straight line descended from the sky to a certain place on the cliff. One could faintly make out the figures of two people at the very front.
With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose from the cliff, and a cave entrance appeared.
The entire mountain began to tremble. After several seconds, a certain place on the plateau suddenly bulged up and then split open, spewing out countless clouds of dust.
The two figures flew out along with the smoke and dust, and then landed heavily on the ground.
The two descended from the sky and entered the cliff, emerging from the summit. They had actually pierced through this solitary mountain!
As the dust settled, one could clearly see that the blue-clothed visitor was kneeling on one knee, his hands clasping a pitch-black and lusterless blade.
The man holding the blade was naturally Wang Po.
He did not turn around, but from his back, one could see the precipitous nature of the mountains and rivers.
Bie Yanghong had already returned to the plateau. Bursting out of the dust, he punched at the blue-clothed visitor.
The little red flower also left with it.
The little red flower was missing a petal and seemed a little damaged, but its power was still terrifying.
The blue-clothed visitor flipped his hands, using his halberd to block the blade. He stamped his foot, stirring up a plume of dust that attacked the little red flower.
The little red flower bloomed once more, beautiful to the extreme and releasing a shrill whistle through the air.
The blade once more slashed down without any reason!
With a crisp crack, the green halberd broke into pieces!
The blue-clothed visitor howled, his sleeves stirring up dust in an attempt to delay the blade for a few moments.
But the dust could not obscure the color of the little red flower, much less restrain the blade glow.
The red flower bloomed again!
The iron saber slashed again!
Swish swish swish swish!
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Three unimaginably terrifying auras rose from the plateau and soared into the sky.
The clouds in the blue sky fled in fear. Some of the slower ones were directly torn into shreds and disappeared without a trace.
A battle between experts of the Divine Domain was enough to cause the world to change color.
The gentle sounds of flowers blooming and the sharp sounds of blades falling continuously rang out in the dust.
Bright red and bright light kept alternating.
Suddenly, all the colors and light disappeared.
With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose again.
In the middle of the plateau, the ground with a circumference of about two miles had sunk down by half a foot!
Then there was a long period of dead silence.
The smoke and dust slowly settled.
The first thing he saw was the smooth and flat ground that seemed to have been crushed countless times, as if it was paved with jade.
The next to appear was Bie Yanghong.
His clothes were full of holes, and blood with a faint golden luster flowed out slowly.
He swayed a few times, a bright red appearing on his face, and then it rapidly paled. He had probably suffered a severe internal injury.
Wang Po walked out of the dust, his right hand holding the blade, his left sleeve lightly swaying in the wind.
Just like before, he habitually drooped his eyebrows and drooped his shoulders, making him seem rather wretched.
But because he had lost his arm, his left shoulder drooped even lower, making it look rather unnatural. Blood was seeping out of it.
In the battle just now, he had used his severed arm to receive a palm from the blue-clothed visitor, unwilling to let his blade slow for even an instant.
Amongst the experts of the Divine Domain on the continent, Wang Po and Bie Yanghong could be considered the two strongest.
Today, they had joined hands in battle, yet they had attacked so unyieldingly and resolutely, leaving no leeway. Their intentions were crystal clear.
They would not give the blue-clothed visitor any chance to leave.
They wanted the blue-clothed visitor dead.
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The blue-clothed visitor's bamboo hat had already been shattered, revealing the mysterious copper mask.
There was a crack in the very center of the copper mask, straight and clear from top to bottom, most likely caused by the blade. The rest of the mask was covered in countless cracks. It seemed as beautiful as porcelain, but it was no longer as tough as before, appearing extremely fragile.
The blue-clothed visitor's body swayed, a muffled sound coming from beneath the copper mask.
Blood flowed out of that straight crack and then seeped out of those fine cracks. It was an extremely bizarre and abnormally terrifying sight.
His body had already been severed of all life by Wang Po's blade and Bie Yanghong's flower. His insides were covered in countless cracks, and even his Ethereal Palace, star openings, and sea of consciousness were covered in a spiderweb of cracks. At any moment, it was impossible for him to survive.
The several thousand ancient trees that had collapsed on the cliff were still burning, but under the cover of the damp clouds, the intensity of the fire was gradually diminishing. Presumably, it would soon be extinguished. Several hundred extremely fine plumes of dust rose from the plateau that had sunk by half a foot. It looked like a miniature tornado, gradually fading and about to be extinguished.
This expert of the Divine Domain had reached the end of his life, but even now, no one knew who he was.
The plateau was incomparably quiet.
Bie Yanghong looked at the blue-clothed visitor.
Everyone's gazes shifted back and forth between Bie Yanghong and the blue-clothed visitor, shocked and perplexed.
Just what was going on here?
Weren't Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi pursuing the Pope a moment ago to avenge their son's death?
Why had this mysterious blue-clothed visitor suddenly appeared? Why was it that when this blue-clothed visitor wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, not only did Bie Yanghong not help, he even stopped him? Even at the risk of being heavily injured, he still used such a resolute stance to attack, even giving off the impression that he was willing to perish together with the visitor?
"You, how did you know?"
The blue-clothed visitor finally spoke.
He stared at Bie Yanghong, the eyes behind the copper mask still deep and serene, but already suffused with the aura of death.
As he spoke, blood suffused with a golden luster seeped out of the cracks of various sizes on the mask, giving it a rather monstrous appearance.
"Priest Xin should not have appeared in Fengyang City."
Bie Yanghong wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said, "His appearance was too deliberate. It felt like someone deliberately wanted him to be seen by us."
"This truly is a loophole, or perhaps a place where it's not perfect."
The blue-clothed visitor continued, "This was not my arrangement, but someone in your Imperial Court who wanted to conveniently wash him away."
The people on the plateau could not understand this conversation, but there were naturally people who could.
The Prince of Xiang's hands had already left his belt, his eyes moving as he thought of something.
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