Ze Tian Ji

Chapter 893 – To All the People of the World, I Am Roasting Fish by a Stream

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Imperial Court had made its stance known.

The White Tiger Divine General standing up with those several hundred experts was also a stance, and also incredibly intimidating.

The crowd became somewhat disorderly, with many sects turning to look at their companions around them to know which side they would choose.

Chen Changsheng watched this sight in silence, his thoughts inscrutable.

Hu Thirty-Two also felt that it would be best if the Pope could summon the Black Dragon to clearly explain this matter, but for some reason, the Pope refused to do so. He walked up to Chen Changsheng and softly said, ”While protected by South Stream Templeʼs sword array, Your Holiness should summon Nanke and escape.”

Chen Changsheng remained silent.

He had not expected that the foreboding he had felt yesterday in front of the stone wall at Holy Maiden Peakʼs summit would actually concern himself.

This was truly a terrifying plot. At present, he still could not find any obvious flaws.

He could already tell that this plot was not just about Bie Tianxinʼs death. There were more things concealed behind it.

Firstly, that person had succeeded in using the closing of South Stream Temple to disturb his mind and cause him to travel alone, resulting in him falling into todayʼs encirclement on this plateau. If it had been like in Wenshui City, where he had brought several thousand Orthodoxy cavalry and Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin at his side, treasures of the Orthodoxy in hand, what would he have to fear?

And then that person had used the Black Frost Dragonʼs Deep Freeze Dragon Breath to kill Bie Tianxin, causing Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi to firmly believe that the true culprit was the Black Dragon, and that person had known beforehand that he was unable to summon Zhizhi to give her account. As a result, Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi confirmed that he was the schemer of this assassination, creating the current situation.

Only Divine Domain experts like Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, grief-stricken over the death of their son, would dare to attack the Pope. And it was only in this situation that the Prince of Xiang and the Imperial Court would have sufficient excuse, resulting in his being surrounded.

Yes, it was not that Chen Changsheng was unwilling to summon Zhizhi, but that he could not summon her.

When Bie Yanghong stretched out his right hand and he saw those grains of ice imbued with the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, he had already attempted to communicate with her through the connection in their souls.

But no message came back.

Based on their plan and the time that had passed, Zhizhi should be in White Emperor City and was probably not in danger.

But at this moment, he could only sense that she was still alive. He could not communicate with her, much less summon her to Holy Maiden Peak.

This was clearly a part of the actual schemerʼs meticulous preparations, which had seemingly calculated everything he could possibly do.

Just who was this person?

Chen Changsheng looked at the Prince of Xiang and the White Tiger Divine General, as well as those blue-clothed Daoists and experts of the Imperial Court, and thought, the instigator of this is not Master, but Master must have known of this matter, and was deeply involved. But… does Master really want me to die this much? Does he still want me to die so badly?

It now appeared that this was truly his last chance to leave.

But he could not leave, as he could not leave those South Stream Temple disciples standing in front of him to struggle alone. He had promised Xu Yourong that he would help her protect Holy Maiden Peak.

The plateau was deathly still.

The White Tiger Divine General gazed impassively at him from the distance.

Those blue-clothed Daoists from the Monastery of Eternal Spring were also impassively watching him.

Several hundred experts of the Imperial Court and various sects were also gazing impassively at him.

The Prince of Xiang was impassively looking at him.

Wuqiong Bi was impassively looking at him.

Everyone was impassively gazing at him.

It seemed like time had frozen, the clouds, mountains, trees, and cliffs losing all color and vitality.

The mood on the plateau was incredibly oppressive and tense.

”Senior Brother, what should we do?”

Bai Cai looked at the surrounding crowd and nervously asked.