Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The black-clothed girl shook her head and released Nanke before walking to Chen Changsheng's side.

There were quite a few experts of the Divine Domain in this party. Even though they were all rather injured, they could still fight. In Nanke's current state, she was no threat to them.

Nanke's face paled even further. She weakly got up from the floor and followed.

No one even glanced at her, but there were people very curious about the black-clothed girl.

The chilly wind assailing them and the thin sheet of frost she left in her wake had already caused many people to guess who she was.

It turned out that she had not been in the warm isles of the Southern Sea. She had been here this whole time. As expected, she was still the Pope's Protector.

Chen Changsheng had guessed long ago that she was amongst the army.

In the second phase of the campaign, in that crucial moment when the North Third Camp was about to fall under assault from several thousand vultures armed with explosives, those vultures mysteriously dropped down from the sky and burned themselves to death on the plains. Many people did not understand how this could be, but he knew that this was the pressure she exuded as a high-class divine being at work.

In the rest of the war, Zhizhi had played crucial roles several times, especially in that incident a few days ago.

When all the demons in Xuelao City were serving as a distraction, Gao Huan led a thousand-some wolf cavalry out of Nuorilang and against a human supply convoy. The Tang Old Master ended up killing this raiding party, but many of the supply wagons had still been set ablaze. Before his death, Gao Huan saw the flames on those supply wagons being put out, leaving him so perplexed that he had found it hard to die at peace. This had also been her handiwork. That strange fire that even water and sand found hard to put out was a trifle for a Black Frost Dragon.

Chen Changsheng asked, "You're not angry?"

Zhizhi said very matter-of-factly, "You're not willing to marry me, so of course I'm angry."

Chen Changsheng asked, "Then why did you still come and help me?"

Zhizhi replied, "If the Human race loses, then you'll definitely die. Who will I marry then?"

This truly was a problem.

Chen Changsheng found it impossible to answer.

Xu Yourong suddenly asked, "Do you know why you've never been able to mature?"

Zhizhi was somewhat perplexed as she asked herself, why is that?

Xu Yourong explained, "It's not because the array beneath New North Bridge harmed your intelligence, but because you always want to mate with humans, interfering with your cultivation."

Zhizhi was enraged, but she couldn't find any words to retort. With a red face, she shouted, "Are you saying that you don't think about it?"

The young Daoist boy looked up from Xu Yourong's bosom and curiously wondered what they were arguing about.

Xu Yourong wagged a finger, the meaning of which was both clear and yet somewhat vague.

That they chose this time to quarrel like children actually had a very simple reason: they were both rather nervous.

The group had already walked into the deepest part of the Demon Hall. They had seen the black demon flames and sensed the Qi of the abyss behind those flames.

The black demon flames were like ever-fluctuating darkness: not at all serene, containing a boundless energy, and extremely terrifying.

A young man stood in front of the demon flames. He was dressed in a long, white gown, and his hair hung loose. He was like a poet who had lost his homeland, or an anguished singer.

The group was nervous not because they were afraid, but because history was about to take place right in front of their eyes.

The Demon Lord turned around. As he used his fingers to casually tidy his hair, he asked Chen Changsheng, "The one thing I don't understand is that the Prince of Xiang and Cao Yunping are in the capital right now, and even the White Emperor might have gone, because his esteemed self does not want me to die, so why do you care so little?"

His gaze fell on that small carriage. Upon realizing that there was no breathing from inside, he said with a rather complicated expression, "Even if your student has such a one-track mind, how can you not care?"

Rain began to fall over the capital.

The raindrops passed through the light of the torches and slapped against the ivy growing on the Orthodox Academy's walls.

Prince Chen Liu stared at Tianhai Shengxue, the smile on his lips slowly fading.

In these last ten years, the emperor had not treated the Tianhai clan in any special manner, but he treated Tianhai Shengxue rather decently. Two years ago, he had even appointed him to a vital post in the Ministry of the Army.

In the early spring, Tianhai Shengxue was stricken by a severe illness that left him unable to join the army on the front lines.

At the end of summer, he began to secretly communicate with Mo Yu, and the palace managed to invite several bishops of the Li Palace who gradually succeeded in curing his illness. He could no longer bother to think about all the darkness and filth concealed behind this incident, but the familiar faces amongst the rebel army still made his stomach throb in pain.

"Grandaunt called all of you a pile of trash, and it looks to me that she was right."

Tianhai Shengxue gazed at his cousins and jeered, "It turns out that not one of you has any guts."

Tianhai Chenwu rode a horse out of the crowd and regarded his son's face. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Tianhai Shengxue asked, "Father, do you know what you're doing? The humans are fighting a war with the demons, and you're starting a rebellion! Have you no shame?"

As his voice spread through the autumn rain, the rebel army became rather discomfited.

Hundred Flowers Lane was quiet and the pattering of raindrops on the ivy was rather vexing.

Prince Chen Liu wiped away the rain on his face. He looked down from his horse at Tianhai Shengxue, his visage indifferent.

"I only know that I will soon be a future emperor, and who are you?"

After saying this, he raised his right hand, preparing to order the cavalry to charge.

Many years ago, in a similar autumn rain, Tianhai Shengxue had done just the same.

Tianhai Shengxue's face was rather pale. He knew that it was impossible to stop so many soldiers by himself.

Su Moyu, Chen Fugui, Chu Wenbin and the other experts of the Orthodox Academy were all on the front lines, and Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six were certainly not here.

How many teachers and students were about to lie fallen in pools of blood? Would the Orthodox Academy be transformed into a ruin?

Without any warning, Prince Chen Liu's right hand dropped down like an axe chopping down a tree: straightforward and with force.

A mystical sight took place.

An extremely thick scholar tree suddenly split at the trunk.

Boom!

The felled scholar tree crashed toward Prince Chen Liu.

With a plaintive whine, the warhorse was crushed to death. Prince Chen Liu landed in the rain, his body covered in blood.

The entire world was silent.

The crowd gazed at that stalwart figure in the rain, so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Just who was this stalwart figure that they could grasp the trunk of a massive tree with one arm and wield it as a weapon? And they had been able to easily knock Prince Chen Liu to the ground.

Prince Chen Liu was a true expert of the upper level of Star Condensation. Even if this was an ambush, how had he not even been able to counterattack?

And Tianhai Chenwu, who had an unfathomable cultivation, had been at Prince Chen Liu's side. Why had he not reacted?

The autumn rain intensified, falling on the leaves of the snapped tree and dripping to the ground.

Tianhai Chenwu snorted and sent his right palm cutting through the rain.

Prince Chen Liu had been ambushed and injured right in front of him, which he would find very difficult to explain to the Prince of Xiang. Moreover, he had been astonished at this assailant's methods. Thus, he naturally used all his strength, holding nothing back.

His palm was edged with crystalline starlight. Like an actual weapon, it screeched as it cleaved through the rain and air.

The stalwart figure did not seem intent on retreating. They raised their right hand to meet the palm.

Crack! A bolt of lightning pierced through the dark sky, landing right in front of the gate of the Orthodox Academy and transforming into countless arcs of electricity that writhed around his coarse arm.

The Heavenly Thunder Bringer!

The moment that fist and palm met, all the rain in the sky seemed to stop in the air.

Tianhai Chenwu retreated several dozen zhang, only stopping after crashing through a restaurant. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

The stalwart man stood at his original spot, his expression unchanged.

Many people now noticed that he hadn't even let go of the tree hugged by his left hand!

Just who was this stalwart man? Could he already be half a step into the Divine?

Although he had a heavy beard, his facial features indicated that he was very young, but how could that be possible?

Prince Chen Liu stared at the stalwart man's face and found it rather familiar, but he couldn't remember from where. He asked, "Who are you?"

The stalwart man replied, "I'm Xuanyuan Po of the Orthodox Academy, and who are you?"