Chapter 3898: Chapter 1869: Discourse on the Situation (Part 3)
"The Divine? Kui Leihan? They are just among the Ten High Nobles, how can they match the Ten Ancestors? Where does the Eighth Sword Immortal get such confidence? Oh, from his belief?"
"Are they really that strong?"
"Brothers, listen to my high opinion: If the Ten Ancestors were in their prime, they would be as fierce as torrents and beasts, and the Ten High Nobles would certainly not withstand them. But like Cursed Yin, awakening in the Divine Relics, the Ten Ancestors are actually weak, as I see it, the Ten High Nobles aren’t without the power to contest for the path!"
"Wow! Truly insightful!" someone praised.
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse, why doesn’t everyone think about if they could truly withstand it, why would the Saint Servant need to melt the Stairway to Heaven to buy time?" someone doubted.
Bazhun’an had just spoken, and the five regions were in an uproar like boiling water.
Each family discussed governance, passionately discussing, arguing incessantly.
Sword Deity Hua was not fooled.
Others might forget Xu Xiaoshou amidst such deflection, but he hadn’t forgotten the storm that young man stirred in the Five Great Holy Emperor families earlier.
"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
"That’s a different matter now." Bazhun’an looked towards the glass of wine in front of Sword Deity Hua, signaling to him.
"No." Sword Deity Hua shook his head, raised the golden goblet, but did not drink it all, "It is the same question."
Bazhun’an shook his head helplessly, not arguing over these.
He became solemn, gazed into the void, and somewhat sighed:
"Lord Shou was never in my chess game."
"From the moment we became fellow travelers in the White Cave, Lord Shou gained his freedom within the Saint Servant, wielding the right to act as he sees fit, interacting with me on equal terms."
"The position of the second-in-command saint servant is only held by his master’s command, he manages it temporarily, but the First Pavilion in the Sky is his true origin."
Each mention of "Lord Shou" was drenched in praise.
And at this point, Bazhun’an’s voice became weighty, his face revealing appreciation, he praised:
"It has always been me, Bazhun’an, relying on Lord Shou, not the other way around."
"A celestial dragon, whose head is seen but not its tail, I cannot command Lord Shou. Perhaps even as you and I speak, he’s already fought into the stars, beating the Third Ancestor to a pulp."
After Bazhun’an finished speaking, he refilled his cup with wine, raising it high towards the void:
"A toast to Lord Shou!"
The five regions fell silent simultaneously.
Above everyone’s heads appeared question marks.
"Is he kidding!"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal, is he praising Lord Shou to his doom?"
"Or does he truly hold Lord Shou in such high regard?"
"No matter, if I were Lord Shou, I’d be grinning now like a cat that got the cream..."
People looked at the image, even Sword Deity Hua seemed a bit stunned, expressing an inability to understand.
But before each ancient swordsman across the five regions, Bazhun’an’s half-figure reappeared, raising the golden goblet, saying:
"A toast to Lord Shou!"
With the wine poured full, who would dare deny the Eighth Sword Immortal this face?
Whether real or not, everyone drank this second cup, filled with fervor, yet enveloped in mist and cloud.
"What do you say?"
Bazhun’an looked ahead.
Sword Deity Hua said nothing, ultimately drank his cup of wine too, acknowledging this semi-direct, semi-indirect answer.
...
"Talking about the Almighty!"
"Look quickly! Report! These flamboyant ancient swordsmen didn’t toast us half a cup, yet they’re discussing The Divine Almighty, and saying The Divine Almighty could withstand the Demon Ancestor, ah haha..."
"What’s so funny? I think this Bazhun’an has great insight!"
"I also think Bazhun’an can win, just for saying this... but can we not drink anymore, start fighting instead, I still haven’t seen ’With Each Poem, A Sword; One Sword, One Song!’ yet!"
"Yeah, dithering like two women, if you’re men! Just fight!"
At Cross Corner Street, many death apostles gathered, clustering around a Spiritual Cultivator of Zhongxing, watching the great battle of Lingyu Mountain.
Despite their mutterings, the bickering of the two was quite interesting, each one watched with relish.
While the battle had not yet commenced upfront, they even mentioned Cross Corner Street.
What Bazhun’an said about the Demon Ancestor, and the fate of Cross Corner Street that followed, the death apostles didn’t care at all, they were purely unconcerned about their lives, just joining the excitement.
In this bustling street, a dark figure was sneaking through, from north to east, shortly entering the arena of gladiators on East Street.
"Report to Aunt Xiang!"
Loud voices came from outside the door.
Xiang Yaoyao was holding onto a burly hand, rubbing it, speaking with a black-dressed woman and an orange-dressed man in front.
Upon hearing the sound, she turned her gaze towards the door:
"Enter!"
The door creaked open, and an effeminate man entered with his head bowed, respectfully saying:
"Emperor Gui Fen, Master of North Street, sends a congratulatory gift, seeking an audience with Aunt Xiang!"