Chapter 904: The Iron Blade Falls, the Blue Robe Dampens
An instant of absolute silence fell over the cliff-top clearing.
From the moment Bie Yanghong made his move, whether it was the disciples of Nanxi Zhai, Gou Hanshi, or Hu Sanshier, everyone had halted their steps, no matter how anxious or tense they felt.
Bie Yanghong’s challenge to Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong signified his acknowledgment that their combined strength had earned them the right to contend with a Sacred Domain powerhouse. Since this was a battle among equals, it deserved respect.
The thin string had snapped, leaving only a few inches on Bie Yanghong’s little finger. The little red flower drifted lightly in the air, rootless and fragile, appearing delicate and pitiable.
Logically, since his most adept technique had been broken, the crowd should have favored Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
But who among those who had witnessed Bie Yanghong’s punch could make such a judgment?
More crucially, Bie Yanghong, relying on the absolute power and vast experience of a Sacred Domain expert, had successfully separated Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Now that Chen Changsheng was severely wounded, if he couldn’t use the combined sword technique with Xu Yourong, could he still hold on?
Everyone watched the arena with bated breath, wondering how the situation would unfold, when something no one had anticipated occurred.
Someone launched a sneak attack on Chen Changsheng.
That person was a true peak Star Condensation realm expert.
The Second Divine General of the Great Zhou—White Tiger!
A chilling, fierce roar erupted.
White Tiger General flashed behind Chen Changsheng, gripping his iron spear with both hands, thrusting it toward Chen Changsheng’s back!
The iron spear tore through the air with overwhelming force and savage intent, as if it aimed to pierce Chen Changsheng’s body and even nail him to the ground!
At this moment, Chen Changsheng was gravely wounded, his expression dazed, clearly not yet recovered from the earth-shattering exchange of punches with Bie Yanghong.
If White Tiger General’s iron spear, infused with a lifetime of cultivation, could breach his body’s defenses, it would directly pierce his Nether Palace.
By then, even if the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Sea were reborn or Wang Zhice suddenly appeared, they might not be able to save him.
Now, who could still change this?
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An iron blade.
Fell from the sky.
It gave its own answer.
That iron blade ignored the distance between heaven and earth, descending directly from the sky to the cliff-top clearing, carrying an unstoppable momentum, slashing toward White Tiger General’s head!
Seeing that iron blade, everyone on the cliff-top clearing guessed who had arrived, and gasps erupted abruptly.
Tianliang Wang Po!
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Prince Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, his hands gently stroking the belly fat that the belt had cinched uncomfortably, but he made no move, lost in thought.
After their meeting at Jiming Mountain outside Wenshui City a few days ago, he had been waiting for Wang Po’s appearance today.
Many people like Prince Xiang were also waiting for Wang Po’s arrival.
Infinite Green was one of them. Earlier, before she struck at Chen Changsheng, she had shouted angrily at the sky.
Wang Po had finally come.
Indeed, he had come!
Infinite Green had been preparing for Wang Po’s arrival.
She didn’t know why White Tiger General had suddenly decided to kill Chen Changsheng, but she didn’t care.
As long as Chen Changsheng died, who killed him didn’t matter.
With a sharp cry, she soared into the air, her horsetail whisk swirling with countless strands of annihilation intent, wrapping around the iron blade.
At the same time, her Daoist sleeves fluttered, moving with serpentine grace, coiling toward the iron blade.
In that moment, she pushed her lifelong cultivation to its peak, layering at least hundreds of defenses over the iron blade!
She knew well that she was no match for Wang Po; at best, she could delay the iron blade for a moment.
But a moment was enough!
She believed White Tiger General would surely kill Chen Changsheng.
Even if Chen Changsheng had some hidden trump card, she trusted her husband to defeat Xu Yourong in the shortest time and come over to finish Chen Changsheng off!
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The situation on the cliff-top clearing shifted too rapidly, scenes flashing by like flowing light. Aside from those directly involved, no one could clearly see what was happening, let alone intervene.
No one noticed an unremarkable-looking man silently moving over a dozen yards toward the arena.
Even fewer noticed that among the cultivators from several minor southern sects in a corner of the clearing, a blue-robed figure wearing a bamboo hat had once looked up at the sky.
At that time, Chen Changsheng was still in the midst of his backward retreat, White Tiger General had just taken his first step, and Xu Yourong had drawn her Tong Bow.
But the blue-robed figure with the bamboo hat wasn’t watching the heart-stopping battle in the arena; he was gazing at the sky.
At that moment, there was nothing in the sky.
Among the thousand-plus cultivators on the cliff-top clearing, the blue-robed figure was the first to look up, even Prince Xiang being a beat slower.
He stood beneath a tree, where the sky would be fragmented into many pieces. Which piece was he watching?
Probably that sky shaped like a blade.
He sensed that Wang Po had finally arrived.
Only those very close to him could see that beneath the bamboo hat, the blue-robed figure wore a copper mask.
The copper mask looked mysterious, with a small corner missing, but it still covered his face completely, leaving only his eyes exposed.
The blue-robed figure stared at the sky, his gaze profoundly deep and indifferent.
He had waited a long time.
That blade had finally come.
Now, he had to move.
Because he knew that blade would break through Infinite Green’s obstruction in just three breaths and cleave White Tiger General’s head off.
And in those three breaths, White Tiger General couldn’t kill Chen Changsheng. Since Chen Changsheng was the Pope, he must have some life-saving measures.
As for Bie Yanghong, even if he shook off Xu Yourong and rushed over within those three breaths, he would likely only subdue Chen Changsheng, not kill him.
Only he could kill Chen Changsheng in those three breaths.
In the original plan, the blue-robed figure had never intended to act himself, as it would increase the risk of exposure. But he hadn’t expected Prince Xiang to be so patient. From start to finish, aside from using the Sun-Scorching Art to unleash a clear sound, he hadn’t made a move. Now that Wang Po had arrived, Prince Xiang would act even less.
The real biggest surprise was that Xu Yourong had forced herself out of seclusion, disregarding the severe setback it might cause her cultivation path. And the sword technique she and Chen Changsheng used together was so miraculous that it could even contend with a Sacred Domain expert. Otherwise, from the very beginning, Chen Changsheng might have been killed by Infinite Green.
All these surprises combined meant that if he didn’t act, Chen Changsheng might survive.
Fortunately, the situation was still under his control.
Wang Po was blocked by Infinite Green, Xu Yourong was held back by Bie Yanghong, and White Tiger General’s assault was already hard for Chen Changsheng to handle.
As for Gou Hanshi and the other disciples of Lishan Sword Sect, or the Nanxi Zhai disciples, or even the priests at a distance, they were beneath his notice.
He believed that if he struck, Chen Changsheng would surely die.
Now was the best opportunity.
Such an opportunity could not be missed.
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(Xiaomi and Sang Sang’s child was born yesterday... eight jin. Truly emotional, how time flies.)