Chapter 427: Zhanli Is Unharmed Facing Shanglu

Chengkai was worried about Zhao Wuyang and Zhanli, but the two were very composed and showed not the slightest sign of panic.

The reason Zhanli moved against Feilian first was because he understood Feilian.

Feilian would never just watch the show; he was waiting for everyone to be exhausted before making his move.

It was just like a wildcat toying with its prey.

Before this, Zhanli had never left the Demon Realm, let alone been to the human world, so he originally did not know what a wildcat was.

But ever since he followed Lingxiang, he constantly heard her cursing "stinky wildcat," "charcoal wildcat," and the like, so naturally, he came to know.

The "wildcat" in Lingxiang's mouth referred to Ajin.

Regarding Ajin's departure without saying goodbye, Lingxiang had always harbored resentment; even though she had let go of her obsession with her Residual Spirit Root, she still could not let it go.

Although one could not call him a benefactor, he was at least a friend, right? Even if he didn't count as a friend, they had at least met, hadn't they? How could anyone act like that?

Of course, Ajin was never human, nor could he ever understand human thoughts, so naturally, he would not cater to human preferences and habits.

These are, of course, digressions.

As a member of the Demon Race, Zhanli knew the affairs of the Demon Race like the back of his hand; moreover, ever since following Lingxiang, he had deliberately inquired about many things, so he knew more than Sangmu.

After all, most of what Sangmu knew was passed down by word of mouth from Wumin Jun, while Zhanli had years of personal experience.

As Feilian was entangled with Xin Yi and Sangmu in the distance, and Chengkai was held back by the White-Headed Hou, Zhanli saw it all, but looking at Shanglu, he found that he seemed to have no intention of making a move.

Lingxiang often taught Zhanli that if one is caught in a struggle, the first thing to do is to survey the overall situation before considering what comes next.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Zhanli had been paying attention to the movements of the battlefield, not even missing the details of a single soldier.

Although this group of Daoists had resolved the immediate predicament, if Shanglu were to make a move, the situation would tilt to one side in an instant.

The group of people Zhanli had managed to find on his trip to the human world was meant to save Lingxiang from the Demon Race, so he could not waste time here.

Moreover, if this group of Daoists were defeated, everything would be in vain.

He had to crush this stumbling block, Shanglu, right here!

Although Zhao Wuyang had been raised in luxury since childhood, he had also experienced three years of turmoil; he had indeed been startled at first, but now he had calmed down.

Furthermore, he was of royal descent after all, and the education he had received since childhood was that of the royal family, covering both literary and military strategies.

City Lord Zhao had no intention of involving himself with the Imperial Court, so he only wanted to teach the "Six Arts" of ordinary scholars so that Zhao Wuyang would understand the way of being a person, but Qiaoshi Furen was exceptionally insistent.

Qiaoshi Furen once said that no matter what, Zhao Wuyang was of royal blood; since he was in that position, he must act according to its path and move according to its body.

The so-called "preparedness averts peril"—Qiaoshi Furen could be considered to have put in a lot of painstaking effort.

Regardless of how well Zhao Wuyang had learned, he still understood a thing or two about matters on the battlefield.

Zhao Wuyang had analyzed the general situation, and the crux of the matter was this motionless Shanglu.

Therefore, although Zhao Wuyang was dealing with the Demon Soldiers, he was also cautiously on guard.

However, there is only the principle that "one can be a thief for a thousand days, but one cannot guard against a thief for a thousand days." Thus, Zhao Wuyang was also constantly looking for an opportunity to strike.

Zhanli had never counted on Zhao Wuyang; in his view, Zhao Wuyang was soft and tender, small and thin, looking as if he were frail and weak—he didn't even look as capable as that Long Qi!

Of course, Zhanli also looked down on Long Qi.

This had a lot to do with Adao; after all, during these three years, Adao was always complaining in Zhanli's ear, saying that Long Qi was a useless thing.

But Lingxiang had said that Long Qi was the only person who could resolve this catastrophe, so he had reluctantly tried to test him.

After the test, he was indeed not much, so Zhanli still had not accepted Long Qi.

That's right, he just didn't like Long Qi—glib and oily-tongued!

But for Lingxiang's sake, Zhanli could only say he endured it.

Yet Zhanli forgot that while he looked down on the thin Zhao Wuyang, he himself was also thin and weak; compared to Zhao Wuyang, it was just the pot calling the kettle black, and he was not much better at all.

Just as everyone was entangled in the fight, Shanglu's body suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look at Feilian not far away.

This gave Zhao Wuyang and Zhanli a start. Was this Shanglu finally going to make a move?

However, Shanglu only glanced at Feilian, who was suppressing Xin Yi and Sangmu, and then made no further movements.

Zhanli had just breathed a sigh of relief, but the next instant, his heart was in his throat again.

Zhao Wuyang had actually flown forward with his sword, stabbing at Shanglu!

Was this little brat tired of living?!

It was not that Zhao Wuyang was impulsive, but that holding his position was simply no solution.

His instructor had once taught him that when two armies face each other, if the enemy does not move, then we do not move.

But Qianyuan Zhenren had said that if the enemy never moves, one must strike first to gain the advantage, catching them off guard.

Zhao Wuyang had decided to strike precisely while Shanglu was turning his head; he had waited a long time for this opportunity.

What if he succeeded? Perhaps he could defeat the enemy in one blow?

However, the blade only splashed a shower of sparks against Shanglu's body; it did not pierce through, but instead bent into a large arc due to its resilience.

Shanglu's skin was as hard as rock!

Please... add... this... to... your... library...!

Seeing that things were not going well, Zhao Wuyang hurriedly twisted his body and, using the sword's recoil, retreated a distance of a zhang.

As soon as he stood firm, Zhanli also pulled away and arrived at Zhao Wuyang's side.

He blamed himself for not explaining clearly, which had caused Zhao Wuyang to act rashly.

The generals of the Demon Realm each had their own abilities; just as Feilian was famous for his speed and agility, Shanglu stood out among the various Demon Race members for his indestructible skin.

Ordinary methods were clearly unable to deal with him.

But if asked how to deal with him, Zhanli could not think of a single way for the moment.

Shanglu, having taken a sword strike, showed no reaction on the surface, but Zhanli dared not relax even a fraction.

Just as Zhao Wuyang was feeling frustrated, Shanglu suddenly turned his head to look at the two of them; although he wore an iron mask, his copper-bell-like eyes revealed murderous intent.

Oh no!

Zhanli was greatly alarmed, secretly thinking that things were looking bad, and hurriedly tried to think of a strategy to counter the enemy, but Shanglu had already charged toward the two of them.

Shanglu's speed was not particularly fast, but with every step he took, the ground shook along with it.

The massive commotion drew the gazes of the people from the Daoist Sect, and seeing that the ones facing the enemy were two thin, weak youths, they all wanted to go and help, but the Demon Soldier troops were pestering them relentlessly, leaving everyone unable to spare the effort and feeling helpless despite their good intentions.

After a moment of panic, Zhanli instead calmed down—was this not exactly the result he wanted?

Now that the attention of the two main generals had been drawn away, those Daoists would face less of a threat, and with the Daoists keeping the Demon Soldier troops occupied, the pressure on everyone would be much smaller.

This was truly one thing in this chaotic situation that could be considered gratifying.

With Zhanli's calmness, he actually began to think of a method.

Although Shanglu was impervious to blades and swords and possessed infinite strength, he was ultimately massive in size, clumsy in body, and lacking in speed.

As long as Zhao Wuyang's Body Movement was passable, the two of them could attract Shanglu's attention while still being able to retreat unscathed.

However, Zhanli only knew that Zhao Wuyang was quite skilled in Witchcraft and that his Body Movement was slightly lacking, but exactly how much it was lacking, he did not know.

But there was no better method at the moment.

Zhanli was just about to tell Zhao Wuyang this plan, when who would have thought that Zhao Wuyang would speak first.

"Little Brother Zhanli, please help me stall him for a moment."

Zhanli did not understand, turned his head to look at Zhao Wuyang, and saw him pinching a finger incantation, striking a strange pose.

The powerful enemy was already right before their eyes, and he...

What does he want to do?

Is he crazy?