Chapter 1142 – Wang Po Has Come (1/2)
Chapter 1142 – Wang Po Has Come
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The two Demon Generals on the plains and the even more powerful demon elder and duke all became abnormally grave.
The remnants of the sword intent drifted to the peak of Mount Nuorilang.
The Demon Commander snatched at it with her hand and brought it up to her nose. Upon sniffing it, she began to feel slightly wary.
The Mount Li Sword Sect Master had broken through ten-some years ago, but not much attention had been paid to him. Many people thought that this old Daoist who had never walked past the mountain gate had only relied on the supreme teachings of the Mount Li Sword Sect and several hundred years of bitter cultivation to barely break through into the Divine Domain. It really hadn't been considered much of a feat.
No one had expected his cultivation in the sword to have reached such an astonishing level that he had already walked up to the second threshold.
Mao Qiuyu looked at the Mount Li Sect Master and said, ”We've troubled Sir today.”
The Mount Li Sect Master glanced at Mount Nuorilang and waved his hand. ”I certainly cannot beat this villain.”
Without waiting for Mao Qiuyu to speak, he pointed at the two Demon Generals on the plains and said, ”These two can't beat me, so let me handle them.”
Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren were slightly stunned, both at how magnanimous these words seemed to be, and also at who would now deal with the Demon Commander.
There was no more time to think. The mists in that path in the darkness were getting thicker and thicker, those several massive figures growing increasingly distinct.
The demon elder and duke of Xuelao City were about to arrive on the battlefield. If no one stopped them, the Central Army Camp would come under their direct assault.
Drifting in the breeze, Huai Ren flew to meet the silk-robed duke. Mao Qiuyu's sleeves fluttered as he went to block the member of the Council of Elders.
The Mount Li Sect Master raised the sword in his right hand, tightened his left hand's grip on the sheath, and stepped on a rainbow as he went to confront the two Demon Generals.
Expert after expert of the Divine Domain stepped onto the battlefield, their powerful Qis constantly clashing, stirring winds and sending dust into the air.
A sword glow cleaved apart everything between the heavens and the earth, after which the light of the sun illuminated the plains.
Demon Breath, as thick as the darkness, gushed out from the valley. Like a true dragon from the abyss, it swallowed up the sword glow.
The heavens and earth were overturned, and the entire world dimmed.
These unfathomably mystical sights alternated between the heavens and earth. Several of the mountains in Mount Nuorilang's vicinity were flattened and golden blood dripped down from the sky, igniting in the wind, exuding heat and holy rays of light. The blood of the demon experts, on the other hand, was like ink, painting the sky even darker.
In this extremely short time, it seemed like day had interchanged with night countless times.
The human armies were barely able to rely on their arrays to endure the ripples produced by the clash between experts of the Divine Domain. Occasionally the military experts and crossbowmen within wanted to help the human Divine Domain experts, but they were unable to break free of the harassment from the wolf cavalry.
The Demon Commander remained uninvolved throughout, her cold and cruel gaze piercing through her helmet as it looked southward. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
A hundred-some li to the west was the most dangerously positioned right camp of the Western Army.
To the surprise of all, the most important individual of the Western Army, the Prince of Xiang, had not remained in the rear and had disregarded the Cong Province Army, choosing to remain encamped here.
The streams of light in front of Mount Nuorilang were clearly visible against the sky. Although they were a hundred-some li away, they seemed to be right in front of his eyes.
The Prince of Xiang took his hands off his portly belly, his eyes squinting in thought as he observed those sword glows and demonic Qis.
If he had left as soon as the battle had begun, he might have been in time to participate in this rare melee of Divine Domain experts.
But he did not do so. In his view, the battle was still far from reaching the most critical point, and the most critical person had still not arrived.
Yes, just like the Demon Commander, he was also waiting for that person to arrive.
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”He's here! He's here!”
Elated cries rose from the rear of the Central Army Camp.
Like sparks landing on oil, these cries quickly spread through the entire camp and on to the entire battlefield.
Both the human soldiers and the wolf cavalry desperately attempting to break in had heard the voice.
He was here.
He had finally come.
The wind howled.
Gravel slapped against the grass.
A person appeared before everyone's eyes. He was dressed in a faded cloth gown, and he had a downtrodden appearance. He appeared like an accountant who owed a great deal of money.
Wang Po had come.
No one knew where he had been a moment before.
No one knew where he had come from.
It was not the Central Army Camp. He did not have a habit of standing by the commander-in-chief.
It was also not amongst the miscellany. He did not have the energy to treat life as a game.
He had walked from the south.
To the south was the world of humans.
As usual, his shoulders were drooped, making it easier for him to grip his blade.
The plains were currently in chaos, and desperate fights in which life and death stared off against each other were taking place everywhere. The shouts of fighting and groans of pain rose and fell while the wind and dust obscured the eyes of many.
In this vast and complicated drawing, Wang Po was just an unremarkable dot that should have passed completely unnoticed.
But when he walked from the south, everyone, even the demon soldiers and experts, saw him.
He was dressed in such an impoverished manner and had such an ordinary demeanor, but even in the most dazzling of worlds, he would still have a most powerful presence.
Yet the Demon Commander closed her eyes.
The temperature on the summit abruptly plunged, blanketing the black rocks in a thin layer of white frost.