Wuqiong Bi rushed to the center of the plateau and supported Bie Yanghong's tottering body. She stared at the blue-clothed visitor, her eyes so venomous that they seemed ready to devour him. She harshly yelled, "So it was you! We husband and wife have never met you, and there is no grudge between us, so why did you poison my family's Xin'er! "
"Your son was fated to die a violent death. I originally wanted to use his death to stir up a storm on the continent. It wasn't a bad idea, but alas …"
The blue-clothed visitor regretfully said, "I didn't think that His Holiness the Pope and the Holy Maiden, so young, would have such outstanding techniques. Otherwise, why would I have appeared?"
These words were true. If Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had not used their harmonious swords to repel Wuqiong Bi, he truly would not have needed to act.
At that time, perhaps Chen Changsheng would have been defeated by Wuqiong Bi, or perhaps Bie Yanghong would not have believed Qiushan Jun's words. In the end, Chen Changsheng would have been in great danger.
"There's also that Qiushan Jun."
The blue-clothed visitor ruefully said, "The Central Continent truly has many young talents. In the distant ocean, we can't help but see the sky from the bottom of a well."
Wang Po said, "A few days ago, outside Hanqiu City, I advised you that, although I did not know Honored Sir's identity, please do not interfere in the matters of the continent."
Bie Yanghong looked at the blue-clothed visitor and suddenly said, "If my guess is correct, you should be Mu?"
Compared to Wang Po, he had been in the Divine Domain for much longer, so he still had some impression of stories from long ago.
These words caused Wuqiong Bi, Huai Ren, and the other martial grandaunts of South Stream Temple to turn pale in shock.
The Old Lady of the Mutuo clan had not spoken much today, especially after Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi had appeared. Now, she suddenly propped herself up on her walking stick and harshly rebuked the blue-clothed visitor, "You westerners have actually come to stir up trouble again!"
The blue-clothed visitor was actually Mu!
Mu was the surname of the Imperial clan of the Great Western Continent.
Using a single surname as a name was the most revered meaning in the human world in ancient times, and this custom still remained.
Like Yin, like Shang, like Tianhai.
The blue-clothed visitor had a single surname, Mu. He was the most extraordinary individual of the Imperial clan of the Great Western Continent.
In terms of seniority, he was probably the Imperial Uncle of the Great Western Continent, one generation higher than the Empress of White Emperor City.
It was said that this person's realm was unfathomable, and he was extremely powerful. He was arrogant and cold.
Back then, the Chief Princess of the Great Western Continent had been forced to leave her homeland and cross the sea to the continent, becoming the present Empress of the Demi-human race, Madam Mu. It was said that this Imperial Uncle believed that her talent was too astonishing, her temperament and talent too powerful, a threat to the rightful successor of the Imperial clan, so he forced her to leave.
Now that he thought about it, this rumor might not be true.
The dragon breath of a Black Frost Dragon truly could not be faked, at least not in the past. However, the Demi-human race's founding was closely related to the Black Frost Dragon tribe. If Madam Mu had found some sort of secret technique in White Emperor City, it would not be too difficult to believe.
Bie Yanghong looked at the blue-clothed visitor and asked, "The girl in the painting is presumably Mu Jiushi?"
The man in blue said, "Bai Yexing and I have a very bad relationship, but he has always doted on his sister-in-law. Do you dare to go to White Emperor City to find her?"
Bie Yanghong replied, "Let alone White Emperor City, even if she hid in the abyss behind Xuelao City, I would still kill her."
The blue-clothed visitor said, "Then I'll go ahead and wait for you there."
After saying this, he turned to a certain place to the west.
There was mist, rain, and wind, but it was beyond his line of sight, impossible to see.
With a clatter, the copper shards stained with golden blood fell to the ground at his feet like golden leaves.
Even at the final moment, no one was able to see the face of the strongest expert of the Great Western Continent's Imperial clan.
In the countless rays of golden light, one could faintly make out an aged face.
The light grew brighter and brighter, and then suddenly vanished.
This person no longer existed in the world.
Only the copper shards on the ground showed that something had happened here.
… …
… …
This was a long winter day.
Because too many things had happened, time seemed to pass particularly slowly.
In truth, not much time had passed from the moment the three martial grandaunts of South Stream Temple said they wanted to close the temple, to Chen Changsheng's unyielding opposition, to Wuqiong Bi's resentful voice, and to this moment.
In this short period of time, the three seconds after the blue-clothed visitor struck were the most crucial.
The blue-clothed visitor had struck because of his judgment of the situation on the plateau. If Wang Po had not appeared, he would have never struck. Wang Po's blade had appeared because the White Tiger Divine General had launched a sneak attack on Chen Changsheng. For an expert of this level to use a sneak attack, even he believed that Chen Changsheng would not be able to handle it.
The blue-clothed visitor did not think so. He believed that as the Pope, Chen Changsheng would assuredly have countless life-saving methods, so he had prepared to take advantage of the chaos to strike. Wang Po's blade had already appeared, so who could stop him? He had not expected that while he had been waiting for Wang Po's blade to appear, someone else had also been waiting for him to appear.
And that person was Bie Yanghong, who he had never imagined.
This was the story that had taken place in those three seconds.
Looking back, this story began with the White Tiger Divine General's spear.
If the White Tiger Divine General had not attempted to kill Chen Changsheng, none of this would have happened.
So where would this story end? Would it end like this?
No.
This heaven-shaking battle between experts of the Divine Domain had ended.
The blue-clothed visitor was dead.
But Chen Changsheng was still alive.
The White Tiger Divine General put away his spear, glanced at Chen Changsheng, and then turned to walk back.
When he glanced at Chen Changsheng, the expression on his face was very indifferent, the meaning he wanted to express very clearly.
Your Holiness, your fate is truly not bad.
Chen Changsheng gazed at his back, his expression calm, but he did not put down his sword.
The sword intent began to be faint and indistinct, then condensed and became pure, from plain to swift and fierce to awe-inspiring.
The surrounding grass sensed it and rose up, stabbing into the sky.
The White Tiger Divine General had naturally sensed this sword intent.
The meaning that this sword intent wanted to express was very clear.
General, do you really want to leave like this?
The White Tiger Divine General did not stop. He did not care about this, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
Your Holiness the Pope, I truly did kill you just now, but so what?
Your cultivation level is lower than mine, your battle prowess is lower, and your body is heavily injured. Even if you have countless magical artifacts and treasures on your body, do you really think that you can kill me?
Of course, that blade can kill me. Although Wang Po is also heavily injured, do you think that His Highness will just coldly watch? As for the future … I can return to the capital and become Minister of War. Your Holiness the Pope, do you dare to return to the capital? Or perhaps I can return to White Tiger Pass. I have tens of thousands of soldiers and countless experts and array masters under my command. What can Your Holiness do to me?
These were all thoughts going on in his mind, so naturally no one could hear them.
But both his indifferent and proud expression and Chen Changsheng's unwillingness to put down his sword were enough to explain the current situation.
Several Daoists from the Monastery of Eternal Spring flew out from the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission and came to the center of the plateau to receive them.
Their blue clothes drifted in the wind, blocking Chen Changsheng's line of sight from the White Tiger Divine General's back.
Suddenly, a Green Leaf fell.
The color of these green leaves was a little lighter than the green clothes worn by the Daoists, making them seem lighter.
These were the leaves of the Wutong Tree.
Several hundred zhang away, Xu Yourong gripped her bow with both hands. There was no arrow on the string, but the Wu Arrow had already been fired.
It was those Green Leaves.
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