Chapter 1097 – A Koi of the Yellow River Quietly Sinking Down in the Dark Night (1/2)

Chapter 1097 – A Koi of the Yellow River Quietly Sinking Down in the Dark Night

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Snow lightly drifted in the biting winds.

Daoist Wu sat on the cold ground, his legs splayed out in front of him. His face burned with resentment and his body was covered in blood as he issued curse after curse at the sky.

But he did not dare to move, not even lower his head, because the coldness at his neck was growing increasingly vivid.

It wasn't because of the snowflakes landing on his collar.

It was because An Hua was standing behind him, her eyes fixed on his neck, her hands tightly gripping a sharp dagger.

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Wang Zhice stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes, his brows slightly rising and his gaze turning incomparably sharp.

When he saw Chen Changsheng appear in the Mausoleum of Books, he knew that Daoist Wu had failed.

But he did not care, as he believed that with Daoist Wu's age and reputation, the Li Palace might imprison him, but they would not humiliate him.

He had never imagined that Chen Changsheng would use Daoist Wu's life to threaten him.

One could imagine from this that Daoist Wu was in a disastrous situation at the moment.

Wang Zhice was rather unfamiliar with this sensation.

It had been many years since anyone dared to plot against him.

Whether they were out of good intentions or bad intentions.

Even when Shang Xingzhou was traveling in and out of the estates belonging to the ministers of the Lingyan Pavilion, he had never harbored any intentions against Wang Zhice.

Otherwise, history would have taken on a completely different form.

And no one had ever threatened him.

He silently stared at Chen Changsheng.

He was the most famous scholar in the last one thousand years, but he was certainly not a scholar who didn't have the strength to truss a chicken, and he was certainly not frail.

He had once led the united armies of the Human and Demi-human races from Tianliang County to Xuelao City, leaving a trail of blood and corpses behind him.

In terms of killing people, not even the number of people killed by everyone else present in the Mausoleum of Books could match up to the number of people he had killed.

His eyes seemed like an abyss, but they also seemed to burn with a fierce flame.

But Chen Changsheng was fearless, calmly matching his gaze with no intention of taking back his words.

A light flap stirred the snow.

Xu Yourong's right hand lightly fell on the hilt of the temple sword while her wings of pure white began to slowly beat.

Gou Hanshi, his martial brothers, and the three elders of Mount Li's Sword Hall wordlessly unsheathed their swords, ready to charge forward.

Wang Po's left hand was no longer wrapped around his blade. It was gripping the sheath, prepared at any moment to remove the blade.

If that metal blade that had once severed the Luo River were unsheathed once more, would the river around the Mausoleum of Books be able to continue flowing?

The elders of Gentle Stream Monastery, the Blazing Sun Sect, and the other southern sects struggled for a while before deciding to raise their weapons.

The expressions of the people allied to the Imperial Court darkened.

Was this what it meant to prepare to charge together without a single word?

But the one standing across from them was Wang Zhice!

But this was the path of Wang Po's blade.

The path of Mount Li's sword.

And it was the path of Chen Changsheng's cultivation.

Straight.

If Wang Zhice did not agree to Chen Changsheng's proposal, Daoist Wu would die.

It was just that simple, just that uncompromising.

Several of the Chen princes subconsciously looked at the Prince of Xiang.

As the strongest member of the Imperial clan, his stance was extremely important, sufficient to alter the course of the Imperial court and the army.

Prince Chen Liu had already fallen into the hands of the Li Palace.

If the two sides really did break into hostilities, would Prince Chen Liu be able to survive?

But what they saw was that the Prince of Xiang had closed his eyes again.

Was this because what the eyes did not see was clean, or was it because he was thinking about what he would choose if the life of his son were threatened?

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