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After all, Zhang Fuyao came all this way to help, so one should be grateful and repay the favor.
"Mr. Zhang's trip to the north to assist in the war can be described as putting the lives of millions of people at stake. He is a great sage and virtuous man who puts his words into practice and his actions into deeds."
Zhang Fuyao looked at the blood-soaked battlefield on the ground, with severed limbs everywhere. The whole land was a scene of carnage and horrific horror.
"Your Highness, the Prince of Tang is skilled in both literature and martial arts. His martial prowess has already surpassed that of the Great Feng and Li Yang dynasties. It seems that the great responsibility of bringing peace to the world for all generations will fall on Your Highness's shoulders."
After speaking, Zhang Fuyao actually bowed with her hands clasped, her sincerity evident.
As a sage who had presided over the Confucian school in the Central Plains for eight hundred years, he had always paid attention to the situation of the world and had been keeping an eye on Li Chang'an's behavior.
He could see, of course, that after this battle, the Northern Barbarians would not only be unable to sweep southwards, but their own fate would likely be sealed.
The Central Plains dynasty, like the Qin dynasty, will once again incorporate the northern grasslands into its territory, and the world will be unified again, with a new dynasty about to be born.
Li Chang'an said, "Your Majesty is too kind. It's hard to say that there will be peace for all generations, but we can't let this damned Li Yang Dynasty occupy the country."
Li Chungang immediately chimed in, "That's right. This lousy court can't do anything right, and its own people are fighting amongst themselves."
After this breakthrough, the old swordsman's life is probably nearing its end. He was already on his last legs, and being a martial artist, he hadn't cultivated any longevity techniques. This burst of energy can be seen as his final burst of life before death.
“Mr. Zhang, Sword Master Li, both of you have expended a great deal of energy in this battle. Why don’t you rest in the fortress for a while before leaving?”
Zhang Fu waved his hand and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. Although I have only one-tenth of my life force remaining, there are probably few people in the world who can harm me. I will take my leave now."
After speaking, Zhang Fuyao took a step forward, and his figure completely disappeared.
Li Chang'an didn't think Zhang Fuyao was safe. If Xu Fengnian could kill Li Dangxin, wouldn't he intercept and kill him too?
However, there is still one thing that has not been resolved, and that is the Heavenly Gate.
Deng Tai'a waited for a long time at the Heavenly Gate, but no immortals descended to earth. It seemed that these immortals understood that it was no use for them to come down.
Li Chang'an and Li Chungang arrived at the foot of the Heavenly Gate. Looking at Deng Tai'a, who had a regretful expression, they saw that the Peach Blossom Sword God was very disappointed because he had not killed many immortals.
Li Chungang put one hand on Deng Tai'a's shoulder and said with a grin, "You even killed an immortal? I haven't killed a single mortal, let alone an immortal."
"Stop giving me that sour look. Come with me and we'll go collect the body."
Li Chungang forced his way through, and although he didn't kill anyone, he helped Zhang Fuyao kill Liu Songtao and blocked Yuan Qingshan, saving more than a dozen grandmasters from dying in the Central Plains.
If either Yuan Qingshan or Liu Songtao were to enter the battlefield, their destructive power would be even more terrifying than that of Tuoba Pusa.
Now that he's exhausted and his life is nearing its end, he needs someone to bury him next to the Green Robe of Fengdu, and that person has to be his old partner, Deng Tai'a.
Deng Tai'a looked at the Heavenly Gate and said to Li Chang'an, "Your Highness, with our combined strength, we should be able to completely close this Heavenly Gate. What do you think, Your Highness?"
Above the Heavenly Gate, the clouds churned, sensing Li Chang'an's presence, and no immortal dared to approach, so the Heavenly Gate was temporarily closed.
The human world is already rife with conflict and strife, and the celestial beings in heaven still wantonly meddle. These immortals, in order to fish for good fortune, even fan the flames of war.
"That is exactly what I intend to do."
No sooner had Li Chang'an finished speaking than a steady, soft shout suddenly came from the sky, "Wait!"
The sound echoed across the battlefield, and Yu Xinlang, Gong Banque, and Lou Huang all looked up, for the owner of the voice was none other than their master, Wang Xianzhi.
Not long after, a figure with white hair and beard appeared below the Heavenly Gate.
Upon seeing this person, Li Chungang immediately began to curse, "Wang Xianzhi, you weren't here when we were fighting with the Northern Barbarians, and now that we're closing the Heavenly Gate, what do you mean by suddenly showing up?"
Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant. "No matter who the emperor is, no one can enter the Martial Emperor City. No matter what the emperor's surname is, after sitting on the throne for a long time, the world will all be the same."
"Our Martial Emperor City only cares about martial arts, and does not concern itself with the affairs of the world."
After he finished speaking, his three disciples immediately came forward to pay their respects, saying, "Disciples greet Master."
Wang Xianzhi said to the three of them, "Whether you help the Tang army or the Mang army is up to you. I can't be bothered to care."
He then looked at Li Chang'an. Although he was somewhat prepared, he was still surprised by Li Chang'an's youth.
"But you absolutely cannot close the Heavenly Gate. It is the immortals who are fishing for the fortune of the mortal world, and it is the immortals who are at fault, not the Heavenly Gate."
"We only need to guard the Heavenly Gate and prevent anyone from descending to the mortal realm, while earthly immortals can still ascend to the Heavenly Gate. In this way, we can leave an opportunity for martial arts practitioners to advance further."
"If the Heavenly Gate is closed, there will be no more terrestrial immortals in the world. Perhaps Zhi Xuan or Tian Xiang will become the number one in the world."
"How boring that kind of martial arts world would be!"
At this moment, Li Chungang revealed Wang Xianzhi's true thoughts, saying, "Wang Xianzhi, what you said isn't entirely true."
"You've been holding back from fighting for so many years, and now you want to fight Li Chang'an, right? If the Heavenly Gate isn't closed, you can stop immortals from descending to earth, but you can't stop them from interfering in the human world."
"Moreover, Li Chang'an has broken through to the Great Longevity Realm of Celestial Beings, which means he has accumulated a massive amount of fortune. This probably takes up your position, and with him around, you will never be able to advance any further."
Wang Xianzhi did not deny it either, "What you said is also true, so no matter what, I must fight Li Chang'an to determine who is superior and to decide life and death."
At this moment, Gong Banque, who had been following Li Chang'an, was in a dilemma. "Master, do we really have to fight to the death with His Highness the Prince of Tang? He is the hope for peace and stability for the people of the Central Plains."
Wang Xianzhi said, "I don't care about the big picture. I've already said it, it doesn't matter who sits on the throne."
Just then, the immortal who had been silent for a long time on the Heavenly Gate suddenly spoke again, "The reincarnation of the White Emperor of the West."
“You once ruled over the Western gods, and now you have been reincarnated in the mortal realm. Even in the unseen realm, you are unwilling to close the Heavenly Gate. Kill him!”
"Kill this demon who slaughtered immortals!"
Li Chang'an had long known that Wang Xianzhi was the reincarnation of the Western White Emperor and Xu Fengnian was the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor, but Wang Xianzhi himself did not know, nor did the world know.
Upon hearing the words from the Heavenly Gate, Wang Xianzhi was taken aback. He was also a reincarnation of a celestial being, an identity he did not like.
In other words, his intention to prevent Li Chang'an from closing the Heavenly Gate was predetermined.
Wang Xianzhi achieved mastery of martial arts at the age of forty, breaking through the path of martial arts to become a celestial being on land, proving his Dao through strength.
He always thought it was due to his diligence, but now he realizes it was all related to his past life.
"Shut up!"
Wang Xianzhi roared at Tianmen, and the area inside Tianmen fell silent instantly. Although he disliked this identity, it seemed that he could not escape the cause and effect.
"This... is truly absurd."
Li Chang'an looked at Wang Xianzhi calmly, "So, do you still want to fight?"
Wang Xianzhi had dominated the martial arts world for sixty years. Regardless of his identity in his previous life, the karma in this life had already led him to this point.
"war!"
Then, he turned to his disciples and said, "After this battle, whether I live or die, none of you are allowed to seek revenge."
If even Wang Xianzhi himself couldn't defeat Li Chang'an, then expecting his three disciples to avenge him was even more impossible.
Moreover, if Li Chang'an wins, the Heavenly Gate will be completely closed, and these three will be unable to break through to the level of a terrestrial immortal, making it impossible for them to defeat Li Chang'an.
"Li Chang'an, make your move!"
Chapter 253 Wang Xianzhi Dies! Heavenly Gate Closes! Buddha Annihilates the Ghost Infant!
Wang Xianzhi remained calm, gazing at the distant horizon beneath her feet, her vital energy surging and flowing, her body surging like a vast ocean.
Over the past five hundred years, six or seven people have been recognized as the greatest in the martial arts world. In the last hundred years, the most prominent figure in the martial arts world has been Wang Xianzhi.
This old man, who claims to be the second best in the world, is even more ferocious and invincible than Liu Songtao, the demon king of Zhulu Mountain a hundred years ago.
Wang Xianzhi slowly extended his left hand forward, his right shoulder slanted low, and his right hand clenched into a fist. It was an unremarkable starting stance, with neither the imagery of swirling winds and clouds echoing his movements nor any majestic atmosphere of flying sand and rolling stones in the surroundings.
Seeing that Wang Xianzhi was determined and that there was no way to persuade her, the crowd retreated several miles away.
Wang Xianzhi didn't make a big fuss at first, but everyone knew that when he did, things might not be quiet. This battle would be even more dangerous than the one against Tuoba Pusa.
Li Chang'an knew long ago that a battle with Wang Xianzhi was inevitable, and that when he became strong enough, the second strongest in the world would surely emerge.
He took a leap of a hundred feet, and with his unrestrained ascension steps, he shattered a hundred-foot mountain peak. He had gathered his strength to the extreme, and then he threw a punch. The icy coldness of the snow and ice began to engulf Wang Xianzhi.
"boom"!
The two fists collided with a loud bang.
A "lake" of powerful energy emerged from the side between his fists, completely distorting the frost that was gradually forming around him.
A deafening roar echoed across the wilderness. Several bearded vultures, which were circling low in the sky and foraging for food, inadvertently crashed into the air wall and were immediately torn to pieces.
Wang Xianzhi's face, which showed no signs of aging, was like a lake rippling with subtle waves before slowly returning to calm, with stubble covering the ends of his beard and hair.
Even the Heavenly Frost Fist and the Frost Heaven Absolute, which can freeze immortals directly, can only achieve this much. Wang Xianzhi truly deserves to be called the number one in the world.
When both of them punched, their arms swung back at the same time, and then they changed hands and punched at the same time, and it was almost like another winter thunder that echoed across the plain.
Wang Xianzhi landed on the ground, smiled slightly, and gently withdrew her hand. Neither of them moved, but the distance between them grew further and further.
The earth was torn open, creating a ravine whose width and length were gradually increasing!
Li Chang'an said slowly, "Interesting, old gentleman is much stronger than the immortals in the heavens."
Wang Xianzhi laughed and said, "Rotten grass turns into fireflies, and the celestial immortals who ascend to heaven and prove their Dao are not necessarily good people."
"To be born a human, to die a ghost, that is the most realistic truth. He who steals a hook is punished, he who steals a country becomes a prince, he who steals a life becomes an immortal."
Li Chang'an's lips curled slightly, "I don't want to kill you."
Wang Xianzhi said with a smile, "There is no second place in martial arts; only one of us can survive."
From afar, Minister Nangong watched as Li Chang'an had already killed two of her most wanted men, and now a third was coming to her doorstep.
Judging from Wang Xianzhi's current strength, he is actually much stronger than Tuoba Pusa. The original Wang Xianzhi did not use his cultivation level to suppress others, so few people knew his true cultivation level.