Intercepting Disciples, Climbing Walls, and Paying Respects to a Majestic Countenance; Old Schemes Revealed, Intentions Hanging Precariously

Atop Wu'an City's lofty, majestic walls, fierce winds howled, whipping up Zhao Cheng's brocade robe. As his sleeves and hems fluttered, they outlined his mountain-like, imposing frame, as though he were a sculpture carved with painstaking care.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, smooth lines brimming with strength—every inch of his silhouette radiated a heart-pounding pressure.

The pearls and jade set in his purple-gold crown swayed faintly in the wind, yet the eyes beneath it shone with startling brilliance. They held both martial valor and profound depth, as though they could pierce through heaven and earth.

His jade-like face possessed both masculine angularity and sharp, striking handsomeness. Especially when his jaw tightened, it added an unquestionable majesty.

The Sky-Propping Halberd stood beside him, its shaft glinting with a cold, frigid light. Even without being held, baleful qi soared around it.

It was the vicious aura accumulated through countless killings. Now, a faint bloody glow even seemed to flow across it, as though this Divine Weapon, purchased with a hundred thousand years of lifespan, had developed a spirit of its own in Zhao Cheng's hands.

Zhao Cheng stood perfectly straight, his gaze fixed on the distant heavens, no one knowing what he was pondering.

Just then, a somewhat hesitant set of footsteps sounded nearby, lightly tapping against the bricks of the battlements.

Yunxiao led Zhao Gongming, Qiongxiao, Bixiao, and Jinyao over. They stopped three paces behind Zhao Cheng. She was the first to bow, her voice respectful yet carrying a trace of imperceptible probing. "Dao Officer Yun Miao greets Lord Wuwei."

No matter what, the few of them had been personally sent by Master Tongtian to assist Zhao Cheng. Earlier, when they had been besieged by Chan Sect disciples, they would likely have suffered badly had Zhao Cheng not appeared in time.