Chapter 713: Two Paper Kites (Part 2)
Anyone who looked at this would think it was nothing but stubborn argument, forced cheerfulness, and feigned calm. Xiao De thought so too, and the mockery on his face grew increasingly pronounced.
Chen Changsheng explained, "If I can kill him, that would be best of course. Even if I can't, driving him out of here would still be good."
Xiao De didn't understand his reasoning, and neither did the dozens of experts present.
Even if, as Chen Changsheng claimed, this trap personally laid by Zhou Tong had turned Zhou Tong into a homeless dog, why would being a homeless dog bring him closer to death?
Whether in the height of summer or the depths of winter, stray dogs without homes could be seen everywhere in the capital. Though they lived a hard life, they weren't so easy to kill. Moreover, even if Zhou Tong were a dog, he was no ordinary dog. He had the sharpest fangs in the world, coated with the most terrifying poison.
But it was precisely because of this that Chen Changsheng felt Zhou Tong was not far from death.
A homeless dog would inevitably be in constant panic, because a rat crossing the street would be chased and beaten by everyone.
Xiao De understood now. He looked at Chen Changsheng as if he were a naive child and said, "Do you really think anyone would help you kill Zhou Tong?"
In his eyes and in the eyes of many, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng's determination to kill Zhou Tong was already the craziest thing imaginable. Where else in the world would there be such madmen?
Chen Changsheng answered honestly, "I don't know who would help us kill Zhou Tong."
Then he continued, "But I believe someone will."
Too many people in the world wanted Zhou Tong dead.
Zhou Tong had left this courtyard with the crabapple tree, left the Northern Military Commanders' Alley. No matter how vast the world was, there would no longer be a place for him to take shelter.
Those who wanted him dead would surely seize this opportunity to strike him the most fatal blow.
Because of Shang Xingzhou's existence, most of those who wanted Zhou Tong dead probably wouldn't act, but someone always would.
And those so-called majority wouldn't lend Zhou Tong a helping hand. They would only stand by coldly and watch him die.
Just like what he and Su Li had seen on their long journey south from the snowy plains, just like what happened in Xunyang City.
Xiao De didn't believe his judgment. He said with pity, "A dying man's mind is in chaos. What meaning is there in saying such things now?"
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Facing a Carefree List powerhouse like Xiao De and dozens of Star Gathering realm experts, it seemed that Chen Changsheng had only one path: death. Wang Po's situation was even worse than his. Though he had just broken through to a new realm, his severed arm and severe injuries, along with his heavily damaged meridians, made it extremely difficult for him even to walk in the icy river, let alone fight. And now he faced hundreds of elite cavalry, two Divine Generals, Second Master Tang, and a rain of arrows that blotted out the sky.
The sky was torn into countless pieces by the arrow rain. The cold wind danced wildly. Wang Po stood in the river, his expression unchanged, still calm, or perhaps one could say somewhat dull.
When the whole world wanted to kill him, he had carried his blade into the capital, fought a Saint on the snowy street, broken through his realm while losing an arm in the Luo River, and killed Tie Shu, a peerless expert, with a single slash. By any measure, he had done everything possible. His blade path had reached its ultimate limit.
From this point on, there were no more regrets, nor could he perform any more earth-shattering feats.
He kept his eyes open, calmly watching the rain of arrows fall from the sky, because now there was nothing else he could do.
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept across the Luo River, carrying snow and wind.
This wind was so powerful that even the swift arrows were scattered, losing all their force before falling weakly from the sky.
Hundreds of arrows fell into the cold river water, floating and sinking like broken branches, a desolate sight.
Second Master Tang abruptly looked up at the snowy sky, his expression shifting slightly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
Wang Po must die.
This was the promise Shang Xingzhou, the White Emperor and his wife, and the fourteen rebellious princes had made to Zhu Luo.
Now it was clear that this was the best opportunity for the imperial court to kill Wang Po, and very likely the last.
At the same moment the wind from the snowy sky swept away the arrow rain, the two Divine Generals moved.
These two Divine Generals were not highly ranked in the Great Zhou military, but their cultivation was profound, far surpassing Xue He. They had already reached the upper level of Star Gathering many years ago.
A dozen cold willows on the riverbank instantly shattered. Two blood-dragon horses let out mournful cries and were shaken to death. The two Divine Generals launched themselves into the air, streaking toward the Luo River!
Two iron spears gleamed with cold light, thrusting toward Wang Po in the river!
Whoosh! Whoosh! A very clear sound rang out in the snowy sky.
It was as if all the ice in the Luo River had melted in an instant and risen to the heights, becoming a waterfall.
No, it was the sound of a paper kite flying high in the sky, rustled by the cold wind.
A string was tied to the bottom of the kite, and at the end of the string was a person.
That person jumped down from the sky, accompanied by a rustling sound.
It was the white paper on his face rustling in the cold wind.
He fell like a stone into the Luo River, landing ahead of the two Divine Generals.
The two powerful iron spears arrived.
The man raised his weapon, also an iron spear.
This iron spear was certainly not as good as the Frost-Left Divine Spear in the palace, nor the spear in Divine General Han Qing's hand, nor the spear Xue Xingchuan had once wielded.
But this iron spear was still one of the most famous spears in the world. In some ways, it was even more famous than Han Qing's or Xue Xingchuan's spears.
Because the man himself was too famous.
Now that Han Qing had returned to the demon domain and Xue Xingchuan was buried in the capital's outskirts, how many iron spears in the world could compare to his in dominance and arrogance?
The iron spear shot out violently, blocking the iron spears of the two Great Zhou Divine Generals.
Two extremely dull collision sounds rang out over the Luo River, sending waves scattering in all directions.
The Imperial Guards who had charged into the river were knocked askew. The warhorses among the cold willows let out pained neighs.
The two Divine Generals were sent flying back to the riverbank, spitting blood, clearly suffering serious injuries.
The man stood in the Luo River, not retreating half a step.
Countless arrows fell from the sky again, like a rainstorm, like dark clouds. The Luo River suddenly darkened.
The man held his iron spear horizontally above the cold water, as unshakable as an iron chain.
Guided by the spear's momentum, a water wall over a hundred zhang wide surged up from the Luo River.
The arrows shot into the water wall and were instantly destroyed.
Then, he withdrew his iron spear and slammed it down heavily.
The spear's butt fell into the water. The river water rose like an inverted waterfall, like a spring gushing forth, spreading in all directions like water arrows, shooting toward the military experts rushing in.
Groans filled the Luo River. Bloodstains could be seen everywhere on the water mixed with ice shards.
In an instant, over a dozen military experts were severely injured, losing their combat ability.
A moment of silence fell over heaven and earth.
Rustle, rustle.
The paper kite flew high in the sky.
The water wall fell back into the river.
The white paper on the man's face trembled incessantly.
Pfft! A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto the white paper, looking like a bewitching flower.
He had only decided to act at the last moment, so it was inevitably rushed. Moreover, his opponent was no ordinary person—it was the imperial court.
With one spear, he forced back two Divine Generals. With one spear, he blocked a sky full of arrows. With one spear, he severely wounded over a dozen military experts. Even for him, this came at a heavy cost.
But he didn't care, because now he could be certain that his decision was correct. Because at this moment, he felt incredibly satisfied.
A somewhat hoarse voice, filled with violent emotions, pierced through the bloodstained white paper and fell into the ears of countless people on both sides of the Luo River.
"Who else?"
These words were so arrogant.
This man was so arrogant.
What a Xiao Zhang.