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Edited by: Michyrr

Anyone could see that Chen Changsheng was just forcing an argument, forcing a smile, forcing his composure. Xiao De also thought this, so the scorn on his face grew stronger and stronger.

Chen Changsheng explained, "It would naturally be best if I could kill him, but even if I can’t, it’s not bad if I can drive him out of this place."

Xiao De did not understand his reasoning, nor did the dozens of experts present.

Even if it was as Chen Changsheng had said, that the trap that Zhou Tong had laid had made him a stray dog, why was a stray dog so close to death?

In the peak of summer or the depths of winter, stray dogs could be seen around any part of the capital. Although they lived rather bitter lives, it was not so easy for them to die. And if Zhou Tong was a dog, he was no ordinary dog. He had the sharpest teeth in the world, and they were also coated in the most frightening of poisons.

But it was precisely because Zhou Tong was a stray dog that Chen Changsheng believed that his death was close.

A stray dog would live in a constant state of anxiety. After all, a loathsome pest crossing the street was sure to stir the entire street into calling for its head.

Xiao De understood and then looked upon Chen Changsheng like he was a child. "Do you really think somebody will actually help the two of you kill Zhou Tong?"

In his view and in many others’, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng’s insistence on killing Zhou Tong was the most insane matter in the world. Could there be any more such madmen in the world?

Chen Changsheng very earnestly replied, "I don’t know who will come to help us kill Zhou Tong."

Then he added, "But I have faith that there will be someone."

Far too many people wanted Zhou Tong dead.

Once Zhou Tong left this crabapple tree courtyard, left the alley of the Northern Military Department, there was no place in the vastness of the world that could hide him.

Those people who wanted him dead would assuredly take this chance and deliver unto him a most fatal strike.

Shang Xingzhou’s existence meant that the vast majority of people who wished for Zhou Tong’s death would not move, but some people would.

And the so-called ’vast majority’ would not extend to Zhou Tong a helping hand. They would coldly watch from the sides as Zhou Tong died.

It was just like what Su Li experienced on his journey back south, what he experienced in Xunyang City.

But Xiao De did not believe in this conclusion. He said with pity, "When a person is about to die, their mind becomes disordered. What meaning is there in saying any more such words?"

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Against Xiao De, an expert of the Proclamation of Liberation, and several dozen Star Condensation experts, Chen Changsheng seemed to only have death in his future. Wang Po’s situation was even more disastrous. Although he had just broken through, his severed arm and heavy injuries had dealt grievous damage to his meridians. Let alone fighting another battle, even walking through the icy river was an incredibly difficult task. Moreover, he was facing several hundred elite cavalry, two Divine Generals, the Tang Second Master, and a torrential rain of crossbow bolts covering the sky.

The sky was torn into shreds by the rain of arrows and the cold wind blew madly about. Wang Po stood in the river, his expression still as calm as ever, even somewhat wooden.

When the entire world wanted to kill him, he carried his blade into the capital. On the snowy street, he battled against the Divine, stunning the world by breaking through in the Luo River via severing his arm. Then, with one blade, he killed the supreme expert that was Tie Shu. In every aspect, he had carried it out to the peak. In wielding his blade, he had also reached the peak of the path of the blade.

There was nothing more to regret, and he had no ability to perform any more world-shocking feats.

He opened his eyes to calmly gaze at the crossbow bolts pouring down from the sky because there was nothing else he could do.

Suddenly, a frenzied gale of snow ripped across the Luo River.

This gale was so fierce that the extremely fast crossbow bolts were all thrown into disarray, deprived of all their strength, then dropped from the sky.

Several hundred arrows fell into the cold waters of the river. They dismally bobbed up and down like so many severed tree branches.

The Tang Second Master suddenly raised his eyes to the snowy sky, his expression shifting, a harshness flashing across his eyes.

Wang Po had to die.

This was the promise made to Zhu Luo by Shang Xingzhou, the White Emperor, and fourteen rebellious princes.

This was obviously the best chance the Imperial Court had to kill Wang Po, and was highly likely to be the last chance.

When that frenzied gale rolled up the rain of arrows, those two Divine Generals began to move.

These two Divine Generals were not ranked the highest in the Great Zhou Army, but they had profound cultivations far surpassing Xue He’s. They had reached the upper level of Star Condensation many years ago.

The ten-some winter willows on the river dike were instantly smashed into splinters, two dragonblooded horses neighed as they were jolted to death, and the two Divine Generals lunged towards the Luo River.

Two spears glimmering with cold light pierced at Wang Po!

Whoosh! An extremely clear sound rang out from the snowy sky.

It was like the ice in the Luo River had been completely melted and thrown up high, then fell back down like a waterfall.

No, it was the sound of a kite high up in the sky being blown about by the frigid wind.

A line was tied to the kite, the other end tied to a person.

This person leaped from the sky with a whoosh.

This was the sound of the cold wind blowing against the white paper on this person’s face.

He dropped like a stone into the Luo River, appearing in front of those two Divine Generals.

Those two mighty spears arrived.

This person raised his own weapon, also a spear.

This spear was naturally inferior to the Frost God Spear held in the Imperial Palace, and it couldn’t compare to a spear in Divine General Han Qing’s hands, or even a spear held by Xue Xingchuan.

But this spear was similarly one of the most famous spears in the world. From a certain perspective, it was even more famous than Han Qing’s or Xue Xingchuan’s spears.

Because its wielder was far too famous.

Now, Han Qing had returned to the demon realm, and Xue Xingchuan was buried in the suburbs of the capital, so what other spear could be as tyrannical as this person’s spear, as unbridled?

The spear fiercely stabbed out to block the spears of the two Divine Generals.

Two extremely heavy thumps resounded over the Luo River, and water rippled out from the epicenter.

The Imperial Guards who had already been pushed into the river were now sent to and fro by the aftershocks while the warhorses amongst the willows neighed in pain.

The two Divine Generals were sent crashing back to the shore, coughing blood, their injuries significant.

That person was still standing in the Luo River, not having retreated even half a step.

Another rain of arrows descended from the sky, a torrential rain, a dark cloud. The Luo River instantly dimmed.

The person held his spear horizontally over the cold waters, an unmovable rope of iron.

The power of the spear caused a wall of water a hundred zhang wide to surge out of the Luo River.

The arrows struck the wall and were instantly destroyed.

Immediately, he drew back his spear and brought it back down.

The end of the spear fell within the water and the river became a waterfall in reverse, a gushing spring. Water shot in all directions, aimed at those experts from the army.

Groans could be heard all around the Luo River and the chunks of ice in the river were stained with blood.

In an instant, ten-some experts from the army were heavily injured and lost all ability to fight.

The world gained a moment of peace.

Whoosh.

The kite flew high in the sky.

The wall of water fell back in the river.

The white paper on that person’s face constantly trembled.

A spurt of blood shot out of his mouth and dyed the white paper with a garish flower.

Only in the final moment had he finally decided to strike, so he had been rather rushed. Moreover, his opponents were not ordinary people, but the Imperial Court.

He had used one spear to force back two Divine Generals, one spear to block a rain of arrows, one spear to heavily injure ten-some experts of the army. Even someone like him had to pay a heavy price.

But he did not care, because right now, he could already see that his choice was correct, because right now, he felt very refreshed.

A somewhat hoarse voice brimming with ruthlessness penetrated through the blood-dyed paper and fell in the ears of the countless people on the two banks of the Luo River.

"Who else?"

These were words of unbridled arrogance.

This person had lived his whole life with unbridled arrogance.

A fine Xiao Zhang.