Chapter 1070 – The Fury of the Princes (2/2)
If they couldn't sit, what else could they do? Go fight?
The Li Palace could easily find seven or eight peak Star Condensation experts like Linghai Zhiwang or Daoist Siyuan, and the Ivy Academies still had experts like Zhuang Zhihuan and the Archbishop of the Temple Seminary. Such were the Orthodoxy's foundational resources that had been built up over the millennia.
And Mao Qiuyu had already broken into the Divine. Although it was said that he had gone to Mount Han, who knew if he had sneaked back like Wang Po? And if Mao Qiuyu did not return, who could resist the combined sword arts of the Pope and the Holy Maiden? Coupled with those southern experts who had entered the capital, just how were they supposed to fight?
Unless they called back the black-armored cavalry from the north and besieged these experts, the Imperial Court had no chance of victory.
Although the Great Zhou Army had no small number of experts, the fiercest of their number, the White Tiger Divine General, had already been killed by Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu. The remaining Divine Generals were terribly lacking when compared to Xue Xingchuan's generation, and they had not even been of one mind in the first place.
”These disciples and granddisciples of Chen Guansong's really are incompetent! This prince might as well go fight instead!”
The Prince of Zhongshan glanced at the Xiaoling Divine General and cursed, ”They're all f**king trash!”
The vassals all bitterly smiled in silence as they thought, Your Highness, even if you could fight, you're just one person, and Your Highness still wouldn't be able to beat that person. As they all silently criticized the prince, they heard his following comment and were suddenly stricken with fear as they wondered, could His Highness possibly know what we're thinking?
The Prince of Zhongshan had no idea, nor did he have any mind to contemplate what his subordinates were thinking. These words were purely an emotional outburst.
”But I still can't beat Wang Po!
”It pisses me off!
”Pisses me off!”
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Wang Po of Tianliang was unquestionably the expert that the Great Zhou Imperial Court had kept the closest eye on in the last few decades.
It was for the same reason that the Prince of Zhongshan regarded Wang Po so highly.
An irreconcilable grudge existed between the Chen clan and the Wang clan.
One recalled that Taizong had once made a comment that the weather had gotten cold, the result being the fall of the Wang clan.
Such was the origin of Wang Po's title.
If one could point out the one person that most hoped for the Chen Imperial clan to lose the world, it had to be Wang Po.
Thus, just when Wang Po began to reveal his talent for cultivation, the Chen Imperial clan was ready to suppress him, even eliminate him.
If it hadn't been for the Tang Old Master protecting him in Wenshui for several years, Wang Po would have probably have been killed long ago.
Even after he ascended to the top of the Proclamation of Liberation and became an expert protected by the laws of the Divine, he was still forced into the distant south, where he entered Scholartree Manor.
Once Su Li went to the other continent, Wang Po became the number one elimination target for the Great Zhou Imperial Court.
After the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, the laws of the Divine lost their efficacy, so the Imperial Court set out to make their thoughts reality.
This resulted in that attempted encirclement around the ginkgo tree and the world-shaking battle by the Luo River.
But no one had expected Wang Po's cultivation to advance so quickly.
On the Luo River, he had killed Tie Shu with a single strike of his blade and entered the ranks of the Divine.
From that day, the entire situation changed.
The Great Zhou Imperial Court halted all their movements against Wang Po and the princes of the Chen clan fell silent. Both sides maintained a peaceful attitude.
But today, Wang Po had entered the capital.
The yellowed trees in front of the Imperial Palace and the crack on the Luo River were proof of this, or perhaps they could be called a letter of challenge.
Of course, it was a challenge to the Imperial Court.
To the princes of the Chen clan, this was even more a humiliation.
The Prince of Luling asked with a sour expression, ”Then what do we do now?”
”What do we do?”
The Prince of Zhongshan slammed his hand against the table and roared, ”We eat shit then! In any case, I've already eaten it for so many years, so there's no fear of doing it again!”