This question plunged the tea shed into complete silence, and everyone turned their gazes toward Gong Chang.
Sweat trickled down Gong Chang's forehead.
This question was way too hard to answer!
If he said Duke Jing'an would definitely win against the Heavenly Tower Master—this was right at the foot of Yu Mountain, Heavenly Tower's turf. If one of Heavenly Tower's Guest Elders happened to hear that, what would beco of him?
But if he said, in front of so many people, that Duke Jing'an couldn't win, then given the other party's overwhelming power—and that he was also the Blue Patrol Pavilion Master—how was he supposed to survive in the World afterward?
If it were just the surrounding Martial World people asking, Gong Chang could have easily brushed them off with jokes and nonsense.
But the one asking was偏偏 a little girl of eleven or twelve, looking at him with those innocent, clear eyes, asking so sincerely that Gong Chang suddenly didn't know how to respond.
"Kid, I think the reason that Ning Sword Immortal deliberately spread the news, letting the entire World co witness this battle, is simply because if this fight were missed, it might beco a regret for the whole World."
At this mont, the sword-wearing woman among the two ladies suddenly spoke:
"As for who wins or loses in this fight, it'd certainly be good if Duke Jing'an wins. But even if he loses to the Heavenly Tower Master, that's nothing shaful."
The little girl looked at the woman, blinked her big eyes, and said with a sweet smile:
"I understand now, thank you, big sister."
Gong Chang also turned his head to look at the woman he'd just successfully made laugh, his face full of gratitude.
Not only had she taken the initiative to help him out of the predicant, but from her words it was clear she believed the information he'd given.
"Has she taken a liking to ?"
"Should I go over and get to know her?"
Just as Gong Chang was about to stand up and walk over, three more guests arrived outside the tea shed.
The man in the middle was tall and burly; even with his aura fully withdrawn he still gave off a natural air of authority that made people instinctively feel awe.
The one on the left had an icy deanor, like a blade forged from ten-thousand-year-old frost; just one glance at him made your back go cold!
The one on the right was a middle-aged man. In terms of presence, he wasn't as imposing as the burly man. In terms of killing intent, he wasn't as terrifying as the man on the left. But if he weren't standing beside those two, just by standing among a crowd, he would still stand out like a crane among chickens.
Three such n—any fool could tell they were anything but ordinary!
It was like three flood dragons suddenly bursting into a little pond full of nothing but fish and shrimp; all at once, every sound in the tea shed vanished.
Silent as cicadas in winter!
The burly man in the middle stepped into the tea shed first, heading straight for the table where the two cloaked won were seated.
They looked sowhat like they were here with ill intent, but no one dared say a word to stop them, and Gong Chang's legs had already gone weak.
Instead, it was the sword-wearing woman who'd just spoken up for him who stood first.
She didn't draw her sword, but cupped her fists toward the three, about to salute.
The burly man raised a hand to stop her. "No need for formalities."
Then he looked at the woman who was still seated and said with a smile:
"Didn't expect Pavilion Master to be here as well. May we sit?"
The woman who hadn't spoken until now opened her mouth: "It is our honor that the Great Marshal graces us. Please, sit."
So the burly man sat down on one long bench, and the other two squeezed together on the other bench.
"Boss, three more bowls of tea."
After sitting, the burly man called out to the tea shed owner.
Very quickly, three bowls of tea were brought to the table.
Five people now sat around the small wooden table. These five were:
Red Dust Pavilion Master Wen Xuexian.
Her Direct Disciple, Shen Tuyue.
Da Lan Dynasty Military Affairs Grand Marshal Wenren Zheng.
Zuo Jun, Commander of the White Fla Army, who had just completed a Breakthrough.
Likewise having just had a Breakthrough, already settled in Lanling City—the "King Xuanmo" Wang Chengze.
Four Martial Saints sat at one table!
Four Martial Saints sitting here, drinking cheap tea worth less than one coin—if this spread, it would knock countless jaws to the floor.
"Pavilion Master never ddles in mundane worldly affairs—are you curious about this battle too?"
Wenren Zheng drained his bowl of tea in one gulp, as if he were drinking strong liquor.
The Red Dust Pavilion Master had not appeared in the World for many, many years.
The last ti she made a move, she had only lent her old sword to her Disciple Shen Tuyue, and with one strike from afar had slashed Evil Demon Li Ming.
And today, Wen Xuexian had left the Red Dust Pavilion and co to Yu Mountain in person.
"Nine hundred years ago, Pudu Temple's abbot Zhen Hui was without question the number one under heaven of that era."
Wen Xuexian's voice was like Wind stirring through a forest, yet it sounded only here, in the small space before this wooden table:
"In terms of Cultivation Realm, in terms of Enlightennt and Zen Mind, Zhen Hui was no worse than Jing Lian. It's just that Jing Lian's 'Buddha's Words' could draw on a thousand years of Buddhist scriptures and the Power of Faith. If we speak only of Combat Power, he was definitely above Zhen Hui."
"Seven hundred years ago, the Dashun Dynasty's 'God of Slaughter' Hong Qi slew two Martial Saints and one True Monarch in succession. At that ti, he too was the undisputed number one under heaven!"
Here Wen Xuexian glanced at Wenren Zheng:
"Hong Qi also cultivated the Military Dao. I imagine the Great Marshal has studied him. Marshal, if you were to face him, how do you think the fight would end?"
Hong Qi of the Dashun Dynasty was a towering peak that all later Martial Artists of the Military School's Dao had to reckon with, no matter what.
Wenren Zheng naturally had an in-depth understanding of this man; the Royal Book Collection Pavilion of the Da Lan Dynasty even preserved the very military treatises and cultivation Secret Manuals personally written by him.
"If we each commanded a hundred thousand troops, two armies drawn up in battle, I would not match him."
Wenren Zheng did not hesitate, giving his conclusion directly:
"If it ca to charging the lines, breaking the formation, beheading generals and seizing banners, he would not match ."
Wen Xuexian nodded. That was the sa as her own judgnt.
Which ant that Hong Qi, as the number one under heaven from seven hundred years ago, would probably lose to Wenren Zheng in a one-on-one duel.
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