Chapter 1142 – Wang Po Has Come (2/2)

Against an opponent like Wang Po, even someone like her had to be cautious, meeting him with all her strength.

Wang Po seemed to walk without haste, but he quickly traversed the human camp and reached the battlefield.

The situation was abnormally complex. The unexpected could come at any time, bringing with it many variables and dangers.

But Wang Po did not hurry his steps or alter his trajectory. He continued to calmly walk forward.

The Demon Commander had closed her eyes to accumulate energy in preparation for their coming clash. It was certain to be a thunderous strike that would shake the heavens.

Wang Po was no stranger to this.

At Tanzhe Temple on the outskirts of the capital, he had sat under that ginkgo tree for ten-some days and nights, his blade never leaving its sheath. He had been comprehending the blade while simultaneously accumulating blade energy.

Only this method had allowed him to slay Tie Shu with a single strike of his blade.

Now, as he walked toward the mountain, he was also accumulating energy.

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The method by which Demon Generals were ranked was similar to that of the Divine Generals of the Great Zhou. While seniority and reputation would be considered, the most important quality was still absolute strength.

Xin Dijia was currently the Third Demon General. He was enormously powerful, and none of the current Divine Generals of the Great Zhou were any match for him. He was also deeply trusted by the young Demon Lord, who had granted him several formidable demon artifacts. He could be considered a true expert of the Divine Domain.

The sword glow had managed to shear off a small part of his horn and leave him many wounds because the Mount Li Sect Master's sword technique truly had been rather profound, but also because he had somewhat underestimated his foe.

And he had not expected this old Daoist's sword to be so horrifyingly sharp.

His injuries just now had sobered him and made him much more cautious. Together with the Eighth Demon General and several experts of the Demon Army, he calmly engaged in battle with the Mount Li Sect Master.

He saw Wang Po walking through the battlefield, but he could not escape the reach of the Mount Li Sect Master's sword intent. He whistled, ordering the wolf cavalry to charge at Wang Po. At the same time, he used his gaze to request the Eighth Demon General to work with him and bring their battle to the center of the battlefield.

No matter how terrifying the wolf cavalry were, they couldn't possibly injure Wang Po. The Third Demon General understood, and he only hoped that they could stop Wang Po from gathering energy.

In a battle on the level of Wang Po versus the Demon Commander, even the smallest effects could directly decide the outcome.

The Mount Li Sect Master guessed at what this Demon General was up to. His long brows rose as he lightly flicked his fingers.

At this moment, the Heaven Shrouding Sword was shattering its third demon artifact and drenching the Eighth Demon General in blood. Suddenly, it was struck by the gust of wind created by that finger flick, causing it to crisply hum.

This sword music was extremely clear and cold, and it could be heard across the entire plain.

Several seemingly ordinary soldiers crossed the chaotic battlefield to Wang Po's side.

The wolf cavalry began to charge.

The eyes of the giant wolves were thoroughly dyed in madness while the demon soldiers on their backs let out grating howls.

Several awe-inspiring sword intents shot into the sky and slashed at the wolf cavalry.

Those ordinary soldiers were actually all elders of Mount Li's Sword Hall!

Cold swords flashed and wolf cavalry crashed to the ground, splashing blood and filth.

These several elders of the Sword Hall walked with Wang Po like bodyguards.

No matter which direction the wolf cavalry charged from, they would all be slain.

These elders wanted to ensure that Wang Po would not be disturbed.

They did not care that this might affect their own ability to attack, might even cause them to be injured.

They could not allow anyone to force Wang Po to act before his battle with the Demon Commander began.

To many people, this was a strategy carried out for the sake of the overarching situation.

But Wang Po had never been a person who could accept the good intentions of others with peace of mind.

If he were, how could his blade be as powerful as it was today?

To the west of him, on the plains, Daoist nun Huai Ren was battling with that member of the Demon Council of Elders.

Exquisite and somber streams of energy were shooting out from her fingers like arrows, flying through the sky, shattering several dozen Essence Qi Locks and leaving deep, bloody holes in the demon elder's body.

The Divine Finger of the Worldstream was truly nothing to be laughed off, especially when it was being used by an expert of the Divine Domain.

The demon elder hissed. Stretching out his hands, he snatched the scepters from the hands of two tribal elders and absorbed the souls attached to them, causing his injuries to instantly recover.

Moreover, his body began to swell until he was ten-some zhang high. Draped in the darkness, he seemed liked both demon and god.

It was at this moment that the clear clang of metal came from the distance.

This was the grinding of metal, the blade leaving its sheath!

The demon elder's expression instantly changed. He knew that there was no time to escape, so he screamed in despair and toppled toward Huai Ren like a mountain!

A blade intent that seemed to come from beyond the heavens tore a hole through the darkness.

With several crisp cracks, the demon elder's shoulders gained several wounds.

A sunlight-drenched horsetail whisk, its silky threads bunching into clouds, crashed against the demon elder's chest.

The demon elder instantly shattered into black powder. His remains sprinkled over the grass in a radius of several li, withering anything they touched!

Huai Ren's face was pale, blood trickling out of the corner of her lips.

She turned to the center of the battlefield.

Wang Po was still walking to the mountain as if he had done nothing at all.

Many gazes dropped to his waist.

His hand was already gripping his sheath.

His thumb was pressed against the bottom of the hilt.

A part of the blade had already been revealed.