Chapter 214: Severed Wings
As the azure-robed Daoist gazed at the sky, the White Emperor was also looking upward.
But he was not watching the two Holy Light Angels; his eyes were fixed on the clouds to the west.
"This is the greatest change this world has undergone in recent years. You were confident you could control everything in this realm, that you could disregard all living beings and even me between heaven and earth. But this is a different domain from beyond this world—can you still remain calm?"
Madam Mu looked at him with an indifferent expression and said, "In this realm, perhaps no one can defy you, so I borrowed a surprise force from beyond the heavens. You never anticipated this, and in the end, you lost control of the entire situation. What can you do now?"
The White Emperor stared intently at the sea of clouds and asked seriously, "Are you certain you can control the entire situation?"
Madam Mu replied, "You are undoubtedly powerful, but to deceive the entire continent, you have weakened yourself considerably... Isn't it said that those who deceive others end up deceiving themselves? That describes a suspicious, tiresome man like you, doesn't it? Even if I still cannot defeat you, I can at least hold you here for a while."
If she could delay the White Emperor for some time, the two Holy Light Angels could kill Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, along with the host of experts and strong practitioners from the State Religion. Then would follow the slaughter of those Yao clan experts loyal to the White Emperor. The outcome would be decided.
The White Emperor smiled and said, "Yun'er, since you know I am suspicious, aren't you worried that I might have other preparations?"
Hearing the name "Yun'er," Madam Mu's eyes revealed an extremely intense disgust. She said, "Bai Xingye, drop this act. It makes me sick to hear it. Hundreds of years have passed, and at this moment, can't we just speak plainly?"
The White Emperor's smile did not fade; instead, it grew more sincere. He said, "Speak, I'm listening."
"Back then, Shang Xingzhou deceived you, making you believe you could easily claim the Demon Lord's prize, but it ended with you and the Demon Lord both severely wounded. For years, you could only sit idly on Stone Mountain and watch him bask in endless glory. Are you content? Since he deceived you, how dare he come here? Isn't he afraid you'll deceive him in return?"
Madam Mu sneered, "The saying 'the suspicious must die by suspicion' describes men like you and Shang Xingzhou."
The White Emperor said calmly, "That reasoning has merit, but you know the situation today is different after all."
Madam Mu said, "Even if Shang Xingzhou wanted to come, it's too late. And if he could come, why haven't you killed me by now?"
The White Emperor sighed and said, "Do you still not believe, even now, that I never intended to kill you?"
As he spoke these words, the White Emperor's gaze suddenly changed.
His pupils vanished, leaving only the whites of his eyes, which looked extraordinarily terrifying and menacing.
All between heaven and earth was white—this could be a sea of clouds or a snowfield.
The traces of a violent blizzard appeared in his eyes.
The clouds around Madam Mu suddenly churned, spreading in all directions, like a heavy snowfall of goose feathers.
A highly condensed force descended from the clouds to the ground.
With a thunderous roar, countless flowering trees in the imperial city toppled, and the stone halls creaked and cracked.
The viewing platform, which bore the brunt of this force, sank a full half-foot into the ground!
The platform sank into the cliffside but did not collapse.
Because the White Emperor stood upon it.
He clasped his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the sky.
Along with that force, countless cloud wisps descended onto the viewing platform.
Those cloud wisps came from the Western Sea, carrying infinite moisture and weight.
But when those cloud wisps met the White Emperor's body, they instantly lost all their weight, leaving only the purest color.
Countless white cloud wisps swirled around the White Emperor, spinning at an unimaginable speed, coalescing into a dense cloud mass.
That dense cloud mass shimmered with boundless light and heat. Even the knife-like wind it encountered at high speed could not alter its shape in the slightest.
That cloud mass was neither a pirate nor a scholar from Tongus University.
A thunderous roar exploded across the sky of White Emperor City.
That white cloud mass shot toward the courtyard in the western part of the city, leaving a clear trail of light across the azure sky.
It was a white tiger, larger than the snow-capped peaks of the Falling Star Mountains.
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Seeing the white tiger projected in the sky, White Emperor City erupted with countless ecstatic cheers.
The Holy Light Angel, who had just broken through the Li Palace Grand Formation and was about to slaughter all the human priests and the Yao clan citizens in the city, looked up at the sky.
He was the Angel of War, the most brutal and bloodthirsty among the servants of the Divine, who had never known fear.
But when he saw the light shadow in the sky and the roaring white cloud mass hurtling toward him, he still felt a strong sense of alarm, even a desire to retreat.
He sensed it very clearly: this was the most powerful opponent he had encountered on this continent.
Even stronger than the human expert he had killed a few days ago.
In a very brief moment, the Holy Light Angel made his decision.
He pushed his battle intent to its peak, let out a thunderous, low roar, and swung his light staff toward that cloud mass.
If the White Emperor had attacked with his true form, he might have chosen to retreat temporarily. But since only a divine soul had come, he was confident he could defeat it.
The cloud-formed white tiger arrived above the courtyard, opened its mouth, bared its sharp fangs, and bit down on the light staff.
Crack!
The fangs ground against the light staff, generating countless tiny yet terrifying lightning bolts.
Thunder roared across the sky, and a fierce wind scattered the night and the remnants of light above the courtyard.
The terrifying pressure flattened all the buildings in the courtyard, and even the yellow sand on the ground seemed to turn into bricks!
The priests could no longer bear it and fled outward in all directions.
Tang Thirty-Six, protected by the blind zither player and the others, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face growing even paler.
The Demon Lord was about to lunge forward and kill this man when he suddenly sensed something.
He looked up at the sky, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
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In the sky.
An azure-robed Daoist appeared silently behind the Holy Light Angel.
The Holy Light Angel was locked in battle with the White Emperor's divine soul, his attention entirely on the light staff.
But as an angel born from the laws of heaven and earth, failing to notice the azure-robed figure behind him was still an incomprehensible matter.
This scene was eerily strange and terrifying.
The azure-robed Daoist reached out his hands and grasped the Holy Light Angel's wings.
The Holy Light Angel finally sensed it, and his eyes filled with boundless terror, like an abyss.
He had no time to do anything, not even to turn his head.
Rip.
A soft sound.
Like a maid tearing a fan.
Like a noble youth tearing a book.
The Holy Light Angel's wings were torn off by the azure-robed Daoist!
A scream rang out.
That cry was filled with immense pain, boundless rage, and utter despair, like true thunder echoing over White Emperor City.
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(When I read "Profane" back in the day, my favorite part was watching Fatty Luo tear off the angels' wings. Maybe it's because I've always craved the roast chicken my classmate bought. Also, I really loved it when the dwarf leaped into the sky with his greatsword to chop at the angels. Oh, oh, I absolutely adored that scene. I have to imitate it in the next volume.) (To be continued.)