Ze Tian Ji (Way of Choices)-Chapter 1143: Fighting the Demon Commander

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

At the summit of Mount Nuorilang…

The Demon Commander sat in the coiled horns of the Mountain-toppling Fiend, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.

Other than rusted green copper, the chinks in her armor also played host to frosty white.

She had already brought her Qi to its peak condition. Even the mountain was expressing its servitude.

She naturally wasn't sleeping. She was listening to the battlefield.

She heard the sword of Mount Li, the sleeve of the Li Palace, and the slender fingers of South Stream Temple, but none of this moved her.

Then, she heard the sound of a blade leaving its sheath and instantly opened her eyes.

"He's actually so confident?"

Many years ago, not far outside Xuelao City, Black Robe had organized a lethal trap against Su Li.

At the crucial moment, Chen Changsheng had come out from the Garden of Zhou, sending the Yellow Paper Umbrella into Su Li's hands.

Su Li had gripped the hilt and a Demon General several dozen li away was heavily injured.

Su Li had pulled the sword half out of its sheath and Black Robe was forced to retreat.

Wang Po today had some of Su Li's style from back then, even though he had not directly attacked yet.

But the Demon Commander was still perplexed, as the demon who had died just now was an expert of the Divine Domain. Wang Po had probably consumed no small amount of energy to pull off this feat. Was he not worried that this might affect his battle with her?

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There was a tear on his front lapel, causing it to flutter in the wind. It made walking inconvenient, so a blade intent cut it away, letting it float like a tailless kite into the distance.

Wang Po recalled Xiao Zhang and he thought to himself, I wonder where that awful-tempered fellow is right now. I can only hope that he didn't go to Xuelao City alone.

He turned to look at the other side of the plains.

Another battle was taking place there.

The Mount Li Sect Master waved his sleeve and said, "I'm fine here."

Although he was ten-some li away, his voice was so clear that it seemed like he was standing in front of Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded and continued forward.

The Third and Eighth Demon Generals abruptly put away their weapons and retreated some distance.

Three pitch-black demon artifacts exuded a frigid aura. They flew in the sky over them, observing their surroundings.

The Mount Li Sect Master froze for a moment, his white brows rising. He chose to retreat a distance as well.

At the same time, the human cavalry and the wolf cavalry retreated to their respective sides.

Two giant wolves too agitated by the scent of blood were unwilling to listen to orders, so their riders ended up swiftly beheading them.

A path several li wide appeared in the center of the plains.

It stretched from the plains to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.

This path was absolutely empty, absolutely quiet.

The battle elsewhere continued.

The silence seemed particularly bizarre.

The Demon Commander had opened her eyes, indicating that she was ready.

Wang Po's blade was already ready to fully be unsheathed.

Now that the battle had reached this point, it could no longer be stopped, no longer be disturbed.

The Demon Commander was the strongest of all the demons, a matter publicly acknowledged across the entirety of the demon domain.

In terms of seniority, Wang Po could not compare himself to the other experts of the Divine Domain, yet he was unquestionably the commanding general of the Human race.

The battle between the two of them was, in some ways, a symbol of the war between the humans and demons.

It was only right that this battle be given all respect.

This also meant that neither side was allowed to lose.

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Wang Po gazed at the mountain several dozen li away.

Mount Nuorilang was black, but it now had a head of white.

In a short time, the summit had been blanketed in a thick mantle of snow.

This was the manifestation of the Demon Commander's will to fight, cold and extremely arrogant.

Wang Po had left a trail of footprints behind him in the plains.

That was his path.

Just like the path of his blade, it was absolutely straight.

Wang Po disappeared.

When he next appeared, he was ten-some li away, in the air.

The Demon Commander did not wait at the peak for him.

The Mountain-toppling Fiend, several dozen zhang tall, let out a roar of pain.

Its nose spurted out warm mists while its feet crushed out a spider web of cracks on the mountain top.

The snow flurried into the air.

The Demon Commander jumped into the sky. With a flip of her hands, she gripped a blade.

This was a massive, curved blade.

The blade gleamed, but its edge was lined with condensed darkness.

No one could have expected a dwarf like her to wield this curved blade as a weapon. So exaggerated was its size that it was more than three times her height!

The Demon Commander fell from the sky, the curved blade in her hands slicing at Wang Po!

Wang Po flipped his hand and pulled out his blade, his forearm straightening. Just like on the Luo River, he slashed with his blade!

Boom!

There was a massive explosion.

The darkness that had crept out from the valley suddenly swayed like a black curtain or an inky sea.

Several thousand plumes of dust rose from the cliffs and plains.

For a radius of several hundred li around the battlefield, the human and demon soldiers all covered their ears in shock, expressions of pain on their faces.

Even though all their eyes were red from bloodlust, they were forced to stop fighting for a moment.

And for the two-hundred-some wolf cavalry closest to the clash, they were jolted to death before they even had time to yelp!

The Demon Commander was jolted back to Mount Nuorilang, where she neatly returned to her seat amidst the Mountain-toppling Fiend's coiled horns.

Rolling seven-hundred-some times through the air had left her complexion wan, though this was mostly obscured by her helmet and the designs and jewels embedded on it.

Wang Po landed back on the plains, ten-some unfathomably deep cracks spreading from his feet into the distance.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Hoarse and unpleasant laughter came out of the Demon Commander's helmet.

It was particularly brash and arrogant laughter. It almost felt like one could see the hideous smile on her face.

"Everyone says that you're a genius of the Human race that's not even guaranteed to appear once in a generation, but it seems to me that you're not much at all!"

Wang Po did not reply.

His hand was trembling.

A deep cut had been made on the edge of the blade.

Just who had lost?

Was it Wang Po?

The Demon Commander's laughter suddenly stopped.

There was a dull squelch.

It was the sound that the performers on the streets of the capital made when they spit fire…

Countless streams of blood gushed out from the chinks in her helmet.

It was extremely dark blood, dyed with a bizarre dark green.

For many years, some people had suspected that the Demon Commander was a member of the Imperial clan. Today, their conjectures finally received proof.

But why was her blood mixed with dark green?

For the moment, no one considered this question.

What had happened just now had left them speechless.

The Demon Commander had been so heavily injured that she vomited blood!

"You truly are very strong, perhaps even surpassing Bie Yanghong before his death."

The Demon Commander's voice had deepened, but it was still just as unpleasant to hear.

"Although you are still no match for this commander, this commander must admit that it will be very difficult to kill you today."

To the demons, killing Wang Po was even more important than killing the human commander-in-chief.

Since completing this mission was impossible, since she had also suffered significant injuries, what purpose was there in staying?

An order was issued from the peak of Mount Nuorilang to the plains. The wolf cavalry began to order themselves in preparation to pull back.

The Mount Li Sect Master glanced at Wang Po. Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren also looked at Wang Po.

What they did next would depend on Wang Po's will.

As long as Wang Po nodded, the Mount Li Sect Master's Heaven Shrouding Sword would head to the summit of Mount Nuorilang.

Huai Ren was heavily injured, but she could probably delay that duke of Xuelao City who Mao Qiuyu had injured.

Mao Qiuyu's mission would be to keep the Third and Eighth Demon Generals on the plain.

If they did this, perhaps they really did have a chance to kill the Demon Commander.

It looked simple, but it was actually extremely complicated to pull off this switching of targets.

These human experts needed only a glance to decide upon this arrangement.

The wind blew against the cloth gown, causing it to flap in the air.

Wang Po did not nod, nor did he do anything else, not even the tiniest of twitches. He was like a stone statue.

He did not want to give any wrong signal to Mao Qiuyu and the others, because the consequences would be extremely severe.

Mao Qiuyu and the others understood what he meant. They were worried and regretful, but they still relaxed.

It was at this very moment that the darkness surging out from the valley suddenly thinned.

Because the sun in the sky had become incomparably bright!

A figure appeared in the blazing sunlight, crashing down toward the Demon Commander like a falling star.

The Prince of Xiang!

In his view, this was the best chance to kill the Demon Commander. No matter what, it could not be let go!

At this sight, Wang Po's expression instantly changed.