Way Of Choices Chapter 207 - The Battle Amidst The Snowstorm (2/2)

No one could see this wall, but they all knew that it was there, sitting upon the Divine path

Xun Mei’s steps ceased For a long time, wet footprints did not appear on the Divine Path

Then, his gaze pierced through that pavilion and theunder it It landed upon the Mausoleuan to burn fiercely with a crackle

His gaze began to burn His vision began to burn His eyes began to burn

His eyes began to shi+ne, as if they were newborn stars

His body began to slowly lean forward

A wet footprint once again appeared on the Divine Path

If Han Qing’s sas a city wall, then he wanted to directly smash this city wall to pieces

On the Divine Path, traces of water became more and more defined as the footprints marched forward This was the path he would take

He was going to walk the Divine Path, walk under the pavilion, and proceed directly to the summit of the Mausoleum

After each step he took, his face grew paler and paler Each step was more and more painful, but his eyes were filled with joy

Life is only real when there is pain

What he wanted to face was reality

As time passed, the footprints on the Divine Path continued to press forward, until they had almost reached the pavilion

Xun Mei was still separated from the pavilion by about one hundred yards, but he could already see that pair of eyes in the shadows of that armor

Terful Qis silently clashed south of the Mausoleum

The clear water in the canals seean to overflow in all directions The supple and foran to take a form

Even the fire Under the pressure of their powerful Qi, it began to sink down and form a depression

It was as if an unfathoe, heavy, and invisible boulder had landed on it

Stone frages of the canals produced a tooth-aching and distorted sound

Only by rapidly retreating did Chen Changsheng and the others avoid the shockwave After observing the cracked and sunken surface, their eyes were filled with ahile looking at the two figures upon the Divine Path

The clash of their Qi did not last for too long

Xun Mei stared at the pavilion, and then he whistled

The whistle was like that of a stagepaper pieces all over the stage These paper pieces represented fake snow, but at thisdown

No, it was not snow, but starlight that had been split into numerous pieces

The scattered starlight that drifted doas in no way different from snow

Xun Mei stood in the snow, as if he had gone back to the old days

In those days, he had been a teenager He had stood before his teacher’s door for three days and three nights until the snow had piled up to his knees

What year was that? It was a year even earlier than froo

After almost fifty years of bitter cultivation and thirty-seven years of viewing o ceased to be that frail child who had fallen badly sick from the cold of the storms

He was a cultivator that had almost reached the level of Saint Realm

Only until now did those youths ere viewing the battle realized that Xun Mei’s cultivation had reached such a level They could not help but be shocked into silence

At this time, the Mausoleum Guard under the pavilion lifted his head

The features which had been obscured in the arht

It was an elderly and apathetic face

His shout cut through the air

Countless motes of dust spilled out of the countless cracks in his armor

He had sat before the Divine Path for several hundreds of years

This was several hundreds of years’ worth of dust

Several hundred years ago, the war between hue

He had been the last general appointed by wang Zhice

When he finally lifted his head and looked at Xun Mei, his gaze served as the sharpest sword

In addition, his sword had truly left its sheath

The scattered starlight slowly drifted down to the ground

Divine General Han Qing’s sas steadfast in the wind and snow, like a golden spear or armored horse

In front of the pavilion, it had already become a snowy plain

Froht was the snow from the days when he had stood before his teacher’s door

Froht was the snow that fell on the battlefield froo

Two different snows represented two different wills They each had their oills

Although they were separated by over one hundred yards, Xun Mei looked at that elderly face as if it was up close

This battle had finally entered its climax, the moment in which victory and defeat were decided The two experts had both unleashed their strongest techniques The teenagers viewing the battle fro it anymore Even if they took steps after steps backwards, they still were blown every which way by the violent snowstorm, and could fall over at any time

At this ’s left arrabbed onto Liang Banhu’s arhtly, like tender trees amidst a snowstor the full force of nature

If the conditions far away froine what those two in the center were undergoing at the moment

The battle between a general of one hundred battles and a poor, humble scholar amidst the snowstorm In the end, ould obtain victory, and ould suffer defeat?