Chapter 213: Bronze Mirror Shatters, Daoist Emerges
Those lights came from a flowing, extremely beautiful light pestle.
That light pestle was held in a steady and terrifying hand.
This hand belonged to the Holy Light Angel who had emerged through the shattered light mist.
This Holy Light Angel governed war, named Wrath by Bie Yanghong, his utterly emotionless eyes filled with the essence of brutality and slaughter.
In his eyes, these human experts were like ants.
Being trapped by these ants for such a long time was an unbearable humiliation.
To wash away this humiliation, he resolved to kill everyone around this courtyard—no, he resolved to kill everyone in this city.
Light plasma, almost tangible, scattered into the surrounding sky with his movements, carrying an unimaginably terrifying aura.
Any life that touched this light plasma would, in the next moment, turn cold, losing breath and soul.
Whether it was birds in the sky or flowering trees by the stream outside the courtyard.
Golden light plasma continuously splashed onto the Leaving Palace Grand Formation, countless lightning bolts illuminating the night, bringing rumbling thunder and shockwaves.
In the sky, the Falling Star Stone spun at high speed, yet the black passage grew smaller and smaller, the Dark Willow also became mottled, and all the Leaving Palace treasures were suppressed.
The Holy Light Angel, seeing these ants still struggling, grew even more ferocious, letting out a screech filled with the desire to kill.
The screech fell to the ground, stirring up great winds, shattering the eardrums of countless priests, and some weaker cultivators fainted directly.
Finally, that porcelain vase completely shattered, pieces flying everywhere, like the azure sky that suddenly appeared above everyone's heads.
The Falling Star Stone, Dark Willow, and other Leaving Palace treasures flew back into the hands of Linghai King and the others.
The Leaving Palace Grand Formation was broken, and those presiding over it suffered severe backlash, their faces turning extremely pale, with great waves surging in their sea of consciousness.
Tang Thirty-Six, positioned at the formation's core, bore the greatest impact, spitting out a mouthful of blood, swaying as if about to fall, barely able to hold onto his divine staff.
The girl selling rouge and powder flashed back to his side, supporting him, while the other Tang family experts stood around them.
The blind zither player struggled to stand again, his bloodstained fingers trembling as they plucked the strings, producing a hoarse sound.
Night surged from the depths of the courtyard, not shattered by the zither's sound, quickly reaching the courtyard gate.
The Demon Lord stepped out from the night.
In his hand, he held a stone pestle, which seemed unremarkable yet possessed a certain magic, attracting countless gazes.
The Holy Light Angel also emerged from the night, but in the higher sky, above everyone else.
Countless rays of light scattered from the sky, not dispelling the night, but instead enveloping the courtyard along with it.
Everyone felt that unimaginable pressure, their faces turning deathly pale.
Hundreds of priests, forcibly enduring the turmoil in their sea of consciousness, bowed their heads, endlessly chanting the Daoist scriptures.
The devout chanting echoed around the courtyard, resisting the pressure within the light, naturally exuding a sense of solemn tragedy.
Linghai King and Anlin and the others also arrived at the main gate, staring at the Demon Lord on the stone steps.
They knew that if they wanted to survive today, their only chance was to kill the Demon Lord before the Holy Light Angel struck.
The question was, would the Holy Light Angel give them that opportunity?
"I don't want to kill you this way," the Demon Lord said, looking at them with emotion. "Unfortunately, you left me no other choice."
The blind zither player remained silent, Linghai King's expression shifted slightly, and Tang Thirty-Six tightened his grip on the divine staff.
They could tell the Demon Lord was speaking the truth.
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Two Holy Light Angels, separated by over a hundred miles, appeared simultaneously in the sky.
On both sides of the Red River, whether the mountains or the stone city, everything was shrouded in a radiant light.
That light contained unimaginable pressure, announcing the descent of powerful beings from different levels of another world.
Looking at the scene in the sky and feeling the sacred pressure within the light, the people of White Emperor City were terrified to the extreme. Many sat down directly on the ground, and even the bravest demon warriors turned pale, unable to muster the courage to fight.
Those demon nobles who had entered the Imperial City, such as Jin Yulü and Xiao De, as well as the clan leaders of the scholar and bear clans, also saw the two Holy Light Angels in the sky. They still stood, not frightened, but their expressions were grim.
The viewing platform remained still; White Emperor might be confronting Lady Shepherd. So who would deal with these two Holy Light Angels?
These two Holy Light Angels were opponents they could not defeat, filling them with extreme anger and resentment.
"I'm really pissed off," Jin Yulü said, pulling a giant axe from the bear clan leader's waist, looking at Xiao De. "Throw me into the sky; I want to try taking a swing at them."
As the most senior and highest-level cultivator present, no one objected.
The other demon experts were also furious.
Xiao De said indifferently, "I plan to ride a black vulture up there and stab that guy."
The bear clan leader said, "Then I'll do the throwing."
Jin Yulü agreed, pointing at the Holy Light Angel above White Emperor City. "I'll take this one."
Xiao De pointed at the Holy Light Angel above the mountains across the Red River. "Then I'll take that one."
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The demon experts' anger largely stemmed from the attitude of the two Holy Light Angels.
Their expressions were too indifferent; even sensing the demon experts' battle intent, their faces remained unchanged.
To them, it seemed, the so-called experts of this city, or even this continent, were mere ants.
The terrified citizens, who might collapse in fear at any moment if not for the crowd, were even more like ants.
Most citizens had flooded into the streets, either fleeing in all directions or staring at the sky in terror.
The inn by the street was completely empty. A stray cat quietly crept into the back kitchen, trying to steal the freshly cooked meat.
Suddenly, a soft crack came from a room on the second floor of the inn, as if a mirror had shattered.
The stray cat, which had just lightly leaped onto the stove, was startled, meowed, and shot out through the window, disappearing.
People, pale-faced, stared at the sky, not noticing the sound from the inn or what was happening inside.
After a moment, a green-robed Daoist walked out of the inn.
This Daoist had calm, deep eyes, jet-black hair without a trace of gray, and an indescribable ease in his movements, yet a raised eyebrow exuded an air of nobility.
Judging by appearance, he seemed at most in his twenties; by demeanor, he had lived at least two hundred years, and in a courtly setting. By his gaze, one could believe he had lived a thousand years, though that was in the world of wanderers.
No one noticed this green-robed Daoist.
He walked into the crowd, looking up at the sky like the demon citizens, gazing at the two Holy Light Angels.
The demon citizens' eyes were filled with fear, despair, and sometimes inexplicable fanaticism.
This green-robed Daoist's eyes held no emotion, only indifference, as if looking at dead things.