Chapter 700 – Every Pursuit Has Its Specialty (2/2)

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The attitude of the demi-humans and the Great Western Continent were unable to change the Pope's mind, but just as the Pope had said, he had always put the overarching situation above all else.

As the capital experienced its first snow, the Li Palace assisted Wang Po and Chen Changsheng in resolving many problems, allowing the main streets to remain deserted and spacious for a very long time. However, not a single important figure of the Orthodoxy would directly assist them.

If that were to occur, the Orthodoxy and Imperial Court would truly drop all pretense, and just as Madam Mu was concerned about, affect the future northern expedition against the demons.

Madam Mu was not very content with the situation before her. She did not want Wang Po and Chen Changsheng to succeed through their insane ways, but she also did not want them to die.

The Imperial Court had long since made its preparations. There were certainly countless experts concealed in the alley of the Northern Military Department. Crucially, Tie Shu would assuredly appear.

From every angle, Wang Po's and Chen Changsheng's deaths seemed assured.

Many people thought this way.

Thus, when they saw those figures proceeding forward through the drifting snow and deserted street, they seemed to carry an aura of tragedy.

The wind bleakly howled over the chilly Luo River.

Yet Wang Po and Chen Changsheng did not feel this way.

As they walked along the Luo River, they spoke of old matters from ancient books, like Wang Zhice's feats from the past, and also of the recent changes in the past few years, like the several times boats had crashed into the Bridge of Helplessness in the past year.

As they walked and chatted, they did not seek plum blossoms amongst the snow, did not look about with arrogance. They only raised and dropped their feet, naturally adjusting themselves and gradually melding with the heavens and earth.

Then, they reached the alley of the Northern Military Department.

They did not meet a tide of cavalry, were not welcomed by a violent rain of crossbow bolts.

On the quiet and spacious street, covered in snow, they saw only one person.

This person was covered in a cold aura, with a sharpness concealed beneath his clothes. He was not in the same world as the snow, but seemed to have transcended it.

This was an expert of the Divine Domain.

”Tie Shu. Possesses an extremely profound cultivation. He does not rely on wondrous abilities to win, only on strength. In terms of fighting power, he is ranked in the top three of the Storms of the Eight Directions.”

Wang Po said to Chen Changsheng.

Back in Xunyang City, when he and Chen Changsheng joined hands to fight against Zhu Luo, there had not been a chance of victory, not even the smallest.

Today, Tie Shu had appeared on the snowy street, and his strength was on par with Zhu Luo's, but he was younger, his Qi, blood, and will all at their peak.

Just as Wang Po had said, purely in terms of fighting power, Tie Shu, together with Bie Yanghong and another old monster, was the strongest.

Even if the Elder of Heavenly Secrets were to return to life, he might not be stronger than Tie Shu in this aspect.

Today, the opponent they needed to face was this sort of person.

Tie Shu was not standing on the street, but sitting on a table at the side of the street.

There were several chairs by this table.

”Let's part ways here.”

”Okay.”

”I'm going to go sit.”

”Okay.”

This simple conversation concluded.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Po parted on the street.

Wang Po walked towards the side of the street.

Chen Changsheng walked towards the courtyard at the end of the street.

Wang Po wanted to sit by the table.

He sat so that he could meet.

He wanted to meet with Tie Shu.

Although he was at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, the unquestionable number one expert of the younger generation, he was still very lacking when compared to this legendary expert.

However, no one dared to say that his loss was assured.

Because he was Wang Po.

His family had been bankrupted and its people killed. He drifted about until he came to Wenshui, and then journeyed to the south. He had spent his entire life resisting the powerful forces of fate.

Whether it was the Great Zhou Imperial Court or an expert like Zhu Luo.

Till today, he still had not truly won a single battle, but neither had he lost.

Wang Po of Tianliang was most skilled at fighting as the weak against the strong.

The courtyard at the end of the street had once bloomed with crabapple blossoms, but all that fell today was snow.

Chen Changsheng walked towards that courtyard, his expression serene, his footsteps steady, his breathing and mind both at ease.

He knew that many assassins, killers, and experts were hidden within that courtyard, along with Lord Zhou Tong, who was at the upper level of Star Condensation.

But he was without fear, because he had come here before.

Although he had been unable to kill Zhou Tong at that time, he would definitely do it today.

He was confident that he would be able to take Zhou Tong's head from an army of ten thousand.

Because the Dao he cultivated and the sword he learned had always been meant to contend against thousands.

But besides that time where he killed people in that tea house on the journey back south, he had never had a chance to show this to the world.

The Orthodoxy's Chen Changsheng was most skilled at fighting as one against many.