Fighter of the Destiny

After an unknown amount of time, Tieshu opened his eyes, a flash of sternness flashed, and then a hint of confusion, showing extremely complicated emotions.

Under the ancient trees, among the yellow leaves, and on the stone benches, he felt the aura left by Wang Po a few days ago. He did not expect that Wang Po's sword skills would become even more sophisticated.

After reaching Wang Po's level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult to take another step forward. However, this person was able to improve so much in such a short period of time... When he was in Xunyang City, Wang Po Mian Facing Zhu Luo, although the iron sword was strong, he could not find any chance. After many days of quiet enlightenment in Tanzhe Temple, the situation was no longer the same.

If Wang Po is allowed to continue to improve, no one knows when he will cross that threshold.

Tieshu felt pressure for the first time.

Then, his murderous intention became more intense.

Neither the court nor him would allow Wang Po to achieve great success in the art of swordsmanship.

He stood up from the stone bench and looked towards Tanzhe Temple, quietly sensing the flow of all the breath between heaven and earth.

There was someone in the temple with a very high level, only a few lines away from him.

As he walked over there, the wet yellow leaves shattered into pieces on the soles of his boots, turning into the finest strands, like blooming chrysanthemums.

The autumn wind broke through the rain curtain and pushed open the door of Tanzhe Temple when he was still more than ten feet away from the temple threshold.

The cold autumn wind failed to rage, and was offset by two fresh and indifferent winds, which came from a pair of sleeves.

The person in the temple is not Wang Po, but Mao Qiuyu.

The fence on the side of the temple was pushed open, and Taoist Baishi walked out of the rain.

The King of Linghai and Taoist Siyuan came from the mountains and fields on the east and west sides.

In the autumn rain, there are still many shadows of red clothes looming in the mountains and forests.

Four giants of the state religion, each with their own treasures and countless high-level cardinals, tightly surrounded Tanzhe Temple.

This formation is really huge.

If you want to kill a strong man in the sacred realm, you must have such a formation.

Tieshu looked at Mao Qiuyu and slowly narrowed his eyes. His murderous intent did not subside at all, but became even more terrifying.

As expected, Li Gong took action. Did he want to protect Wang Po, or did he really take this opportunity to kill himself?

He knew very well that if it was the latter, even if he could leave alive today, he would have to pay a heavy price.

He stretched out his hands into the rain and let the cold rain wash away.

He looked at Mao Qiuyu who was slowly walking out of the temple, and said expressionlessly: Is this the Pope's will?

Mao Qiuyu did not answer his question directly, but looked further away.

Tieshu had already sensed it, so he asked this question.

In the distance are the mountains. The rich yellow and red colors brought by autumn have long been washed away by the cold rain until they become extremely pale.

At some point, a royal chariot appeared on the edge of the cliff.

The Prime Minister was present in person.

This court's massacre against Wang Po may turn into a siege against Tieshu by Li Gong.

If the royal chariot had not appeared on the cliff, if the thunderous hoofbeats of the army had not been faintly heard from behind the mountain.

No matter who it is, it has become a clear outcome at this point.

Your Majesty wants me to ask you a question. Mao Qiuyu looked at Tieshu and asked, Have you all forgotten the oath to the starry sky?

Many years ago, the powerful men in the sacred realm headed by the Pope once made an oath using the starry sky as a guide.

The content of the oath is to put the interests of the human race first in everything, and will never take the initiative to attack those monastic geniuses who carry the future and hope of mankind.

Wang Po was, of course, the first on that list.

Back in Xunyang City, Zhu Luo's sword attack on him could be said to have broken his oath, but he could still find some excuses.

His sword was stabbing Su Li.

However, Wang Po insisted on standing in front of Su Li.

What about today? Tieshu came to Tanzhe Temple with Qiu Yu in his clothes. It was obvious that he wanted to kill Wang Po. What excuse or reason could he find?

His Majesty the Pope asked Mao Qiuyu to ask him this question. How could he answer?

Tieshu didn't answer.

Mao Qiuyu looked at him and said, Since you can't answer, then don't touch Wang Po.

Tieshu's eyes became colder, and his hands washed by the rain became whiter, like lotus flowers.

This means he is angry now.

People are not good for a hundred days, and flowers are red for a thousand days.

He laughed slightly sarcastically.

The pope's days are numbered.

Your Majesty also wants me to tell you...

Mao Qiuyu seemed to know what he was thinking and said calmly: If you still insist on attacking Wang Po after he returns to Xinghai, then Li Gong will destroy your entire clan.

If Li Gong is also a sect, then it must be the most powerful one in the world, because it is the state religion.

No monk can compete head-on with the state religion.

Even if it is as strong as an iron tree.

Even Old Man Tianji, who was once the leader of the storm in all directions and owned such a terrifying organization as Tianji Pavilion.

Of course, as long as a strong man in the sacred realm is not trapped in a tight siege like today, even if he loses to Li Gong, it will be difficult to kill him.

However, although asceticism is lonely, there are very few truly lonely ascetics.

He will have family, relatives, friends, classmates, compatriots, and comrades.

After Mao Qiuyu finished speaking, there was dead silence in the room.

Destroy your entire clan.

These four words are like the people of Iron Tree, very tough, very cold, with a forbidding metallic taste.

Tieshu looked at him and said, You should know very well that Wang Po came to the capital to kill people.

Mao Qiuyu's expression remained unchanged and he said: If he kills someone and violates the laws of Zhou, he will be punished by the court officials.

Many people's eyes fell on the king's chariot on the cliff in the distance.

King Xiang did not come out of his chariot.

Tieshu laughed with sarcasm and ridicule.

Mao Qiuyu's statement represents the attitude of leaving the palace.

This attitude is very indifferent.

If he wants to kill someone, you don't care. I haven't killed someone yet, so why does the Pope care about it?

Because you have a heart.

That's not fair.

Mao Qiuyu did not answer Tieshu's words, turned around and walked away from the mountain.

The King of Linghai and others also left with him.

The Pope indeed has no intention of killing Iron Tree.

Just like he did at the National Education Academy, Li Gong was just showing off his power.

The so-called escort means that Hengzhou is in front. The so-called escort means that Hengzhou is in front. There is no need to draw a sword or actually hit it, that's enough.

Tieshu looked at the National Religion people leaving in the autumn rain, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

These people were all important figures in the state religion, but none of them were his opponents, yet he did not dare to take action.

It's really unfair.

Just like what he said to Xiao Zhang on the mountain road before.

What qualifications does he have to talk about fairness in front of the Pope and the state religion?

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The yellow leaves have fallen and the chill is getting deeper.

Winter in Kyoto this year seems to have come earlier than before. It is still late autumn, but it has already snowed several times.

The people in Beixinqiao felt this very clearly. They were hiding at home, rubbing their hands and cursing the weather.

No one noticed that the severe cold was related to the abandoned well.

The cold wind kept blowing outward from the mouth of the well, whimpering non-stop, like playing a flute, but also like crying, crying with joy.