Chapter 584 - 5: Schemes Within Schemes
Chapter 584 - 5: Schemes Within Schemes
The visitor had disheveled hair and wore a wide Taoist robe, exuding an ethereal aura, but was indeed True Monarch Lingyun from Donglai Continent!
Originally, this person had pursued Chen Tang and his group, only to be severely injured by the East Sea Giant Demon.
Even his sword was picked up by Chen Tang, later melted down and reforged into the Autumn Water Sword.
Unexpectedly, this person had also come over!
Chen Tang suddenly recalled a piece of information that he hadn’t paid much attention to initially.
It is said that during the battle in the Capital City, Donglai Continent had sent two True Monarchs, but they later escaped.
Now thinking about it, one of them should be True Monarch Lingyun!
"It’s you!"
Uncle Wang saw the person and quickly recalled, his face turned cold, saying, "You took advantage of the chaos in the Capital to escape by luck, and now you dare to come back instead of leaving Nanxia obediently?"
Uncle Wang’s words confirmed Chen Tang’s guess.
True Monarch Lingyun appeared relaxed, chuckled lightly, and said, "In the battle of the Capital, strong fighters gathered, and I managed to escape alive. Today, with only the two of us, even General Wang’s heavenly means likely won’t keep me here."
True Monarch Lingyun pushed the wooden door open but didn’t come in, choosing instead to stand at the entrance, keeping a certain distance from Uncle Wang, ready to leave at any moment.
Uncle Wang’s face was expressionless.
True Monarch Lingyun continued, "Moreover, General Wang should consider that if we fight, the disobedient subordinate of yours will most likely rescue this person."
This was exactly what Uncle Wang was worrying about.
Otherwise, he would have taken action the moment he saw True Monarch Lingyun!
"Actually, General Wang need not worry."
True Monarch Lingyun laughed, "The reason I came this time was indeed to take this person’s life; I just didn’t expect General Wang’s profound power to discover me, even from afar."
In truth, he was annoyed by Uncle Wang and the others in the main hall, being slow in killing someone, and his impatient breath inadvertently revealed a flaw, which was detected by Uncle Wang.
"Oh."
Uncle Wang said faintly, "Since that’s the case, you can just watch from the side."
Having said this, Uncle Wang turned his head to look at Song Wu, saying nothing, his gaze exceptionally cold, staring intently into Song Wu’s eyes, waiting for him to make a choice!
Song Wu knew Uncle Wang was watching him.
He dared not raise his head, let alone meet Uncle Wang’s gaze.
Even so, he felt a huge amount of pressure, and was already sweating heavily!
If he doesn’t take action, defying military orders, there’s only a path to death.
If he attacks Chen Tang, he won’t be able to pass this hurdle within himself.
"Brother Song, do it."
At this moment, Chen Tang’s voice came through, carrying a hint of relief and indifference.
Seeing True Monarch Lingyun appear was the moment he realized that his death today was inevitable.
Two grandmasters gathered, all coming for his death.
All of his trump cards seemed insignificant in front of these two.
Moreover, Uncle Wang’s palm strike was extremely heavy.
His physical condition was very poor, not only were large portions of his chest bones shattered, but his whole body’s meridians were excruciatingly painful and had been broken, amounting to the worst injuries he’d ever encountered in his cultivation until now.
With such injuries, another person might have already died.
Because of his horizontal body training, inner strength of the viscera, and having the Vajra Unbreakable Technique, he managed to keep alive.
But this time, the severity of the injury was such that whether the Vajra Relic could repair it was uncertain.
Even if he survives, becoming a cripple would be worse than dying a straightforward death.
Hearing this from Chen Tang, Song Wu’s heart trembled, his fists gradually clenched, slowly lifting his head, looking back into Uncle Wang’s eyes, and said in a deep voice, "General Wang, you may say Song’s Jianghu spirit is immature but in living a life, one must know what one should do and what one shouldn’t!"
"He calls me Brother Song, and I call him Brother Chen. Between us, we have shared bonds of life and death. Today, you want me to kill him; Song absolutely cannot do it!"
Song Wu’s words were spoken with fearless courage and fell resolutely on the ground.
Uncle Wang’s face gradually darkened.
Song Wu continued, "General, you have given me the favor of understanding and the favor of saving a life; if one day someone forces me to strike at the General, Song still absolutely cannot do it."
"Ha!"
Uncle Wang, extreme in anger, laughed and said, "So you do understand that I have shown you understanding and saved your life? You Jianghu people are indeed rebellious and unruly, unfit for great use!"
Chen Tang sighed lightly, "Brother Song, dying at your hands, at least is clean, much better than dying at the hands of these two old dogs."
"What did you say?"
Uncle Wang raised his thick eyebrows, brimming with murderous intent.
He, being an outer relative, the commander of the Northern Expedition Army, as well as a grandmaster, anyone at the Imperial Court or in Jianghu meeting him would have to afford him some respect.
Even more so, swearing in his face calling him an old dog.
Chen Tang laughed heartily, "You’re quite self-aware. I call you an old dog, and you jump right out yourself. Speaking of, calling you an old dog isn’t quite fitting; you’re surnamed Wang, calling you Old Wang Bastard suits you better."
Knowing he was bound to die, he had no more scruples.
The set of ancient etiquette and rules did not apply here.
In his current state, only his mouth could move.
It’s best to satisfy his mouth first.
Chen Tang looked at Song Wu, saying, "Brother Song, if you don’t take action, we’ll both die here. This Old Wang Bastard is cold-blooded, ruthless, extremely wicked, and won’t spare you."
Chen Tang didn’t want Song Wu to be dragged down with him and die here together.
"We are brothers, dying on the same year, same month, same day, wouldn’t it be delightful."
Song Wu laughed, "Even more so, if I die here, my nine masters will naturally avenge me."
Uncle Wang heard the hidden threat in Song Wu’s words, and a trace of mockery passed across his face, questioning, "And whom would they avenge?"
"Of course..."
Song Wu spoke halfway but could not continue.
He suddenly realized, if he were to die here, Uncle Wang would certainly place the blame of his death on others, possibly the Dongyi Race, possibly the Profound Celestial Sect, or even potentially Chen Tang...
Uncle Wang, when he murdered and silenced, had already considered everything.
With no witnesses here, the truth would never be restored.
Chen Tang said, "Actually, forcing you to act is not just a test or a trial for you; this Old Wang Bastard is trying to involve you and Peach Blossom Valley."
If Uncle Wang killed Chen Tang, and the matter was later exposed, he would definitely suffer the wrath of Ye Xuan of the Sword Pavilion.
But if Chen Tang died by Song Wu’s hand, Ye Xuan would go after Song Wu and face the Peach Blossom Valley behind Song Wu.
If Peach Blossom Valley and Sword Pavilion, as a result, erupt into conflict, injuring each other heavily, there would no longer be any force to threaten the Court in Jianghu.
Song Wu also realized, whether he acted or not, Uncle Wang would make a big deal out of Chen Tang’s death, very likely causing another upheaval in Jianghu, triggering a bloody storm!
Recalling Uncle Wang’s earlier words on taking over Drunken Immortal Tower, intending to unify Jianghu, he couldn’t help but sweat coldly.
The depth of Uncle Wang’s intentions even made him grow slightly fearful.
Is there anything he hasn’t foreseen?
Is there anyone who isn’t within his calculations?
Chen Tang sighed, "We Jianghu folks ultimately can’t play against these Court folks who plot and scheme, pondering over calculating others every day."
啪!啪!啪!
Just then, clear clapping sounds suddenly rang out in the main hall.
"Truly filthy."
Someone sighed.
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