Chapter 559 - The Abrupt Appearance of a Blue-Clothed Man
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The moment Xiao De appeared, the steward of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had secretly notified the people within Mount Han. However, when he saw the brightening brown light in Xiao De's darkening beast eyes, he knew that they would be too late. He prepared himself to rush in front of Chen Changsheng to defend him and then hope that a response would come from Mount Han as quickly as possible.
This demi-human expert known for both his intellect and his insanity, this proud son of heaven, once he resolved to move, would have certainly calculated all possibilities. Even if he wasn't able to kill Chen Changsheng, as long as he humiliated the future Pope somewhat, he would consider his goal accomplished. However, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was not willing to see this occur.
There might be problems between the Pope and the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, but how could the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets simply stand aside as the future Pope was humiliated on their own territory?
Besides the steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, there were also several dozen cultivators that simultaneously reached for the swords at their waists and warily gazed at Xiao De. As for that wandering cultivator that had kowtowed to Chen Changsheng, his sword was already in his hands, his eyes incredibly cold. It seemed that if Xiao De dared to strike, this cultivator would be willing to give up his life to protect Chen Changsheng's honor.
All this was because the vast majority of the several dozen cultivators on the mountain path were humans, and all believers of the Orthodoxy as well.
How could they allow the future Pope of the Orthodoxy to be humiliated by a demi-human?
Xiao De looked at those several dozen cultivators that were prepared to attack, a hint of scorn flashing through his eyes.
His expression did not turn any more solemn. On the contrary, he drew his hands behind his back, seeming to view them all with extreme disdain.
As he did so, his body that had originally not been very sturdy suddenly became a mountain peak.
He gazed over these human cultivators from high above.
He was a true expert, his Star Domain perfectly condensed. He could even faintly make out the line that divided the Divine Domain from the mortal world.
Under the Five Saints and the Storms of the Eight Directions, other than the top-ranked Divine Generals of the Great Zhou, the important figures of the Orthodoxy and the various sects, and those experts on the Proclamation of Liberation like Wang Po, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, who could be his match?
Wind blew out of the mountain forest, rolling up yellow leaves and bringing along an almost unimaginable pressure.
Whether it was that wandering cultivator with his sword drawn or those several dozen human cultivators ready to fight, they all suddenly realized that they had lost the ability to strike and had even lost the bravery to strike. As for the steward from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, for the first time, he felt an intense remorse for the arrangements concerning this time's entrance into Mount Han.
Why did they absolutely forbid the Orthodoxy cavalry to escort Chen Changsheng into the mountain?
If Mao Qiuyu or Linghai Zhiwang were here, would this demi-human expert still dare to act so wantonly?
Standing in the back of the crowd the entire time, Zhong Hui paled, but his eyes grew fierce and resolute. With a grunt, he gripped his sword.
Zhexiu was expressionless, but his knees bent, and he stared at Xiao De's throat like a ravenous wolf. His pupils instantly turned red as he prepared to transform.
Chen Changsheng stood at the very front, feeling most vividly the intensity of the pressure.
It could even be said that of the pressure being exuded by Xiao De, greater than half was being borne by him.
His expression did not change. In the howling mountain wind, he slowly raised his left hand.
His left hand held a dagger. This was his way of saying 'Please'.
The sword was called Stainless, the sheath was the Vault Sheath, and he was a sword hidden in its sheath. At any point, he was ready to reveal his true edge.
In truth, in both the Martial Exhibition in front of the Orthodox Academy and the battle on the Bridge of Helplessness against Xu Yourong, he had never completely displayed his strength. Now, when confronting an opponent on the same level as Wang Po, an expert at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, it was impossible for him to hold anything back.
In the following battle, he did not know what the final conclusion would be. His defeat might be foreordained, but he wished to see if he could stab him once with his sword.
The sword sheath contained ten thousand swords—any one of these swords would do.
Alternatively, he wanted to see if he could chop at this person with a blade.
He had comprehended one hundred and eight blade techniques before the broken monolith—any blade would do.
Seeing Chen Changsheng's expression, Xiao De squinted his eyes even more. He was like a tiger dozing under the sun, yet the gaze peeking out of the crack in his eyes was even colder, the tawny light even more ruthless. To his surprise, he realized that this person was even stronger than in the rumors, almost as if he really could resist his strength for a moment.
"Please make way."
From the mountain path suddenly came a person.
This person was dressed in blue. His head was lowered and his voice was also very low. He gave off a very humble feeling, or he could also be described as a person that left no impression behind whatsoever.
The crowd gradually parted, opening a path for this abruptly appearing blue-clothed man.
"Thank you." His head lowered, the man continued to walk forward.
Only after they had opened the way did the crowd realize the oddness of the situation.
A moment ago, the Qi of the scene had been under the complete control of the Qi being released by the demi-human expert and no one could move. Even the act of pulling out a sword had been impossible.
Why was it that when the blue-clothed man asked people to make way, they had all moved?
Zhong Hui stared at the back of the blue-clothed man, his eyes showing extremely complex emotions. Today, he had entered Mount Han, encountered Chen Changsheng, was forced to lower his head and bow, and then encountered so many powerful experts. He, who had made such incredible advances in the past year and had inevitably felt rather proud, suddenly seemed to realize something.
The blue-clothed man walked along the mountain path. He seemed to move very slowly, yet he did not need long before passing through the crowd.
He passed by Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu, brushed against Chen Changsheng's body, and then, he arrived before Xiao De.
Even now, his head was still lowered, his shoulders drooped. No one could see his face.
As he looked at the blue-clothed man's back, Chen Changsheng was quite shocked.
"Please make way."
The blue-clothed man said to Xiao De, his voice very low and his attitude very humble.
Xiao De did not let him by, his eyes narrowing even more.
He had once met a person that liked to wear blue. That person also liked to droop his shoulders.
If he had not met that person, he would have said that this blue-clothed man was that person.
Because in his eyes, this blue-clothed man was as terrifying as the other man.
However, this person's drooped shoulders seemed more similar to a speechless attitude towards the sky. It was an impoverishment that was filled with loftiness and preciousness, like someone doing accounts for a small store and yet grasping the mind of the world.
This blue-clothed man's drooped shoulders were his attitude towards the secular world. In his eyes, the world had nothing but dead people. His shoulders were drooped only so that he could pull his sword even faster.
Xiao De did not recognize this blue-clothed man, was not prepared to give way. His breathing suddenly became much more furious, like the howling of the mountain wind.
He released all his cultivation and Qi and the pressure grew even more terrifying.
The blue-clothed man didn't even seem to sense it. He continued to quietly stand in front of him, his head lowered and shoulders drooped.
The blue-clothed man did nothing. He just stood there in his ordinary and unremarkable fashion, yet it also seemed like he had disappeared.
This was truly terrifying.
After some time had passed, the blue-clothed man moved, making his way up the mountain path.
Xiao De's eyes were cold and grim. Two palms descended from the sky and met in front of him. Countless pieces of sand and stone were stirred up by the frenzied winds and bark was torn from trees as the palms swatted towards the blue-clothed man.
In an instant, the mountain path was covered in flying sand and rocks, the yellow wind filling the sky and causing everything to blur.
Suddenly, a sword glow illuminated the sandy wind and cut through the terrifying pressure.