บท 897: Within the Great Light, the Phoenix Comes

In the view of the Prince of Xiang and a few other more informed people, Bie Yanghong was standing guard for Wuqiong Bi.

Chen Changsheng was no ordinary person.

He was the Pope.

If one wanted to kill a Pope, one might encounter the most unexpected of accidents.

If one wanted to kill a Pope, one had to obstruct all accidents.

Like that blade.

At this point, still no one knew whether that blade had come to Holy Maiden Peak or not. Similarly, no one knew whether that blade might suddenly drop from the sky without warning and cleave apart everything in the world that its wielder wanted to cleave, just like it did in the capital within the Luo River.

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Just who could save him now? Chen Changsheng had never thought of this question.

While at Wenshui City, he knew that the blade was outside the city, because that had been at his request.