Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

When the blue-clothed Daoist looked up to sky, so did the White Emperor.

However, he was not looking at those two Angels of Sacred Light, but at that side of the clouds, to the west.

"This is the greatest change the world has gone through in the last few years. You are confident that you control everything in the world, can disregard all living beings between the heavens and earth, and also me, but there is another heavens and earth beyond this world. Can you continue to remain so calm?"

Madam Mu indifferently said to him, "Perhaps there is no one in this world that can go against you, so I borrowed forces from beyond the heavens. You did not think of this, so you still ended up losing control of the situation. Now what will you do?"

The White Emperor gazed into the clouds and earnestly asked, "You are sure that you have complete control of the situation?"

Madam Mu replied, "Of course you are powerful, but for the sake of deceiving the entire continent, you've become much weaker There's a saying that goes 'by fooling others, one ends up fooling yourself'. Isn't it talking precisely about someone like you, a dull man with too many suspicions? Even if I can't beat you, I can at least keep you here for a while."

If she could delay the White Emperor for a while, the two Angels could kill Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong, and a group of the Orthodoxy's experts, after which they would massacre those demi-human experts loyal to the White Emperor. With that done, the situation would be settled.

The White Emperor smiled. "Yun'er, since you know how suspicious I am, are you not worried that I have other preparations?"

The nickname 'Yun'er' caused a deep loathing to appear in Madam Mu's eyes. "Bai Xingye, put away these little tricks of yours. I feel disgusted just hearing it. It's been several centuries now, and now that it's come to this, can't we just speak seriously?"

The White Emperor's smile faded and he became sincerer. "You talk; I'll listen."

"Back then, Shang Xingzhou tricked you into thinking that you could easily pluck the fruit that was the Demon Lord. In the end, you and the Demon Lord both left with terrible injuries. All you could do these last few years wais sit on your mountain of rock and watch as his fame soared, so how could you be happy? Since he tricked you, how could he dare to come here? How could he not be afraid that you would trick him back?"

Madam Mu sneered, "There's a saying that goes 'suspicious people are certain to die in their suspicions', and it refers exactly to people like you and Shang Xingzhou."

The White Emperor calmly replied, "Your words are reasonable, but you also know that today's situation is different."

Madam Mu answered, "Even if Shang Xingzhou wants to come, he's too late. And if he could come, why haven't you killed me yet?"

The White Emperor ruefully sighed, "Do you still not believe that I've never thought about killing you?"

After he said this, the White Emperor's eyes suddenly changed.

His pupils vanished, leaving only the white. It was a horrifying sight, almost fiendish.

Everything between the heavens and earth was white. It could be the sea of clouds, and it could also be a plain of snow.

The signs of a fierce blizzard appeared in his eyes.

The clouds around Madam Mu suddenly began to stir and spread in every direction, appearing like heavy snowfall.

An extremely condensed strength traveled from the clouds to the ground.

With a massive rumble, countless trees within the Imperial City toppled while the stone halls cracked.

The observation platform, which directly received this strength, even sank half a foot into the ground!

The observation platform sank into the mountain, but it did not collapse.

Because the White Emperor was on the platform.

His hands held behind him, he quietly gazed up at the sky.

Along with that strength, countless wispy clouds were brought down to the observation platform.

These were clouds from the Western Sea, burdened with unimaginable moisture and weight.

But when those clouds met the White Emperor's body, they instantly lost all weight, leaving only the purest color.

Countless white wisps of cloud began to circle around the White Emperor's body. With unimaginable speed, they spun themselves into a viscous ball of clouds.

This ball of clouds was dense with light and heat. Not even the swift razor-sharp winds could alter its shape in the slightest.

This gathering of clouds did not look like a pirate, nor like Grand Scholar Tungus.

A rumble like a peal of thunder exploded over White Emperor City.

The ball of white clouds moved toward that courtyard in the western part of the city, leaving a clear figure of light on the blue sky.

It was a white tiger even more massive than the Starfall Mountains.

The sight of this white tiger in the sky elicited countless ecstatic cheers from White Emperor City.

The Angel of Sacred Light that had just broken out of the Li Palace array and was preparing to kill all the human priests and all the demi-human people in the city looked up toward the sky.

It was the Angel of War. Amongst God's servants, it was the most ruthless and murderous, and it had never feared anything.

But when it saw that image of light in the sky, saw that white cloud rushing toward it, it still felt an intense danger. It even thought of fleeing.

It could sense clearly that this was the strongest opponent it had faced on this continent.

It was even more powerful than the human expert it had killed several days ago.

In an extremely brief span of time, the Angel of Sacred Light made a decision.

It pushed its fighting intent to its highest point, let out a thunderous bellow, gripped its pestle of light, and smashed it at the cloud.

If the White Emperor was using his true body to attack, the Angel might have chosen a temporary retreat, but since this was was just a soul, it was confident in its victory.

The white tiger formed from clouds arrived over the courtyard. It opened its mouth, revealing its sharp teeth, and bit at the pestle of light.

Crack!

Countless tiny but dangerous bolts of lightning burst out from the collision between tiger fangs and pestle of light.

Thunder exploded in the sky as vicious gales scattered both the darkness and light over the courtyard.

A monstrous pressure crushed all the buildings in the courtyard. Even the sand on the ground was compressed into bricks!

The priests could no longer endure and began to scatter.

Tang Thirty-Six, guarded by the blind zither player and the rest of Fivekind Man, vomited blood, his complexion further paling.

The Demon Lord wanted to lunge forward and kill him, but suddenly sensed something.

He turned to the sky, an expression of shock and absolute disbelief on his face.

In the sky.

A blue-clothed Daoist silently appeared behind the Angel.

The Angel of Sacred Light was engaged in battle with the White Emperor's soul, so all its attention was focused on the pestle of light.

But it was an Angel born from the laws of the world. For it to not notice the appearance of the man behind it was still practically unthinkable.

It was a bizarre scene, a frightening scene.

The blue-clothed Daoist stretched out his hands and grabbed the Angel's wings.

The Angel finally sensed him, and endless fear blossomed in its eyes like the abyss.

It was too late for it to do anything, even turn its head.

Rip.

It was soft.

Like a maid tearing apart a fan.

A young master tearing apart his books.

The blue-clothed Daoist tore off the Angel's wings!

A scream ripped through the air.

It was a scream of infinite anguish, infinite rage, infinite despair. Like true thunder, it reverberated in the heavens above White Emperor City.