Bagushidu took in a deep breath and began to circulate his Stellar Energy. This was a sign that he was ready to strike. Once Wang Chong failed, he would have to do it himself. But no matter what, he had already made a deal with Ozmish Khagan.
"What a pity!"
Bagushidu said to himself as he gazed at Wang Chong.
Bagushidu's words were correct. Wang Chong was in an extremely perilous situation. Golden light flashed as swords, broken swords, and mangled swords rained down from the sky.
Boom! Wang Chong gathered all the strength in his body and leaped into the air. In the next moment, he heard the sound of a collision. It was an ear-piercing sound.
Tens of thousands of 'flying swords' struck the chain behind Wang Chong, creating a shower of sparks.
The chain, which was made of Millennium Cold Iron and covered with ancient talismans, was directly split open. There were countless gaps on it, and some of them were even several inches deep. It was a ghastly sight to behold.
Although Wang Chong had managed to escape this disaster, his body was drenched in cold sweat.
The small amount of Stellar Energy in his body immediately began to dwindle.
With no time to hesitate, Wang Chong hurriedly calmed his mind and repaired the gap, once more disguising himself as the giant chain.
But even though he had escaped this disaster, an even greater danger was approaching.
Wang Chong's body was still getting heavier, and the invisible pressure on his body had increased by two to three times, and it was still showing no signs of stopping.
Not only that, Wang Chong's Psychic Energy was being consumed at an astonishing rate.
Every moment was like a high-level battle of Psychic Energy.
In the thick fog, the 'flying swords' were constantly vibrating and buzzing as they circled around. Although he had lost track of Wang Chong's energy, the first-generation successor had already grasped the rough range of Wang Chong's location. With just a little more information, he would be able to locate him and kill him in one fell swoop.
However, at this moment, Wang Chong could no longer care about that. For Wang Chong, a greater crisis was approaching.
"Buzz!"
The air trembled, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Chong felt an immense pressure bearing down on him.
Even with Wang Chong's ability to materialize his mind, he couldn't help but feel insignificant at this moment.
It was like an ordinary person without the strength to even truss a chicken, facing those peerless experts who could shatter mountains with just a wave of their hands.
"Impossible!"
In an instant, Wang Chong's expression abruptly changed. It was also at this moment that Wang Chong's vision spun. In just an instant, layers of fog appeared before his eyes, and Wang Chong "saw" the divine sword stuck in the altar.
It was different from the flying swords that Wang Chong had seen before. This divine sword was majestic, solemn, and sacred. In Wang Chong's eyes, it was as majestic as a mountain.
"It's that sword!"
Wang Chong's heart trembled slightly, and he immediately understood.
"Buzz!"
At the same time that Wang Chong saw that sword, there was a flash of light, and the sword suddenly changed, becoming incomparably sharp. Immediately after, boom, there was an earth-shattering sound, and the mountain-like sword suddenly chopped down toward Wang Chong.
Pu, the Sword Qi passed through his body, and in that instant, Wang Chong's whole body trembled, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Chong's Spiritual Energy had already reached a substantial state, and there were few who could match it in the world. And with just one sword, Wang Chong immediately seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. In just an instant, Wang Chong's face suddenly became pale, and his clothes were all wet, as if he had been fished out of water.
Not only that, golden light burst out in the sky, and countless flying swords shot down like a waterfall. Wang Chong jumped, and this jump looked extremely weak, completely not as smooth as before.
Clang, clang, clang. Countless flying swords brushed past the chains, and even though Wang Chong had already used all his strength, he was still hit in the right leg by the flying swords. Pu, pu, pu, blood splattered.
"How could this be!"
Wang Chong suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of shock.
This sword had not only severed a third of his Psychic Energy, it had also severed half of his cultivation. This single sword had made Wang Chong's situation even worse, and he was now in an extremely dangerous situation.
But that sword …
Wang Chong looked across from him, but he could see nothing but the roiling fog, only a chill. But Wang Chong could clearly sense that the divine sword Bagushidu spoke of was standing on the altar at the end of the chains.
From start to finish, that divine sword had not moved, but this' sword 'gave Wang Chong a feeling that it was even more terrifying than the flying swords above his head.
The flying swords could attack the body, but this sword was aimed at the soul, obliterating the soul.
At this moment, Wang Chong suddenly understood why Bagushidu had feared this divine sword, and why the state teacher of the Turks, Ishinishidu, had resisted the Dragonbeasts, the Nightmare Beasts, the traps, and the attacks of the sixth-generation walking corpses, had died to this divine sword in the end.
It was impossible to dodge an attack on the mind and soul.
"Buzz!"
As this thought flashed through his mind, Wang Chong's vision darkened, and his soul was once more swept into that world of consciousness.
In the dusky world, Wang Chong could see nothing but the roiling fog on both sides of him, and that divine sword once more towered over him like a towering mountain, ready to slash down at him at any moment.
Wang Chong's heart tightened, and his face paled.
But at this moment, the space around him began to twist and churn. Two words appeared in front of Wang Chong's eyes: "Fog."
"Desire Obstruction!"
Wang Chong froze at the sight of these words, a look of confusion on his face, and then he seemed to think of something, a pensive look appearing in his eyes.
"It's useless!"
On the distant stone bridge, Bagushidu's robe flapped in the wind. He could clearly see the change in Wang Chong, and he knew that he was thinking of a countermeasure. But Bagushidu only shook his head, looking at Wang Chong like he was a dead man.
"The Origin Immortal Sword follows one strike after another. Once it starts, it can't end. The only way is if you retreat from the chains from the very beginning! Not even someone of Ishinishidu's talent was able to stop it, let alone someone else. King of Foreign Lands, you are also a rare genius of the Tang Dynasty. Alas, you will still die here! "
"This trial is truly difficult to pass!"
Bagushidu mentally sighed.
It wasn't that he felt pity for Wang Chong, as he would die sooner or later. Rather, he felt pity that he could no longer get any more information from the Tang Dynasty's King of Foreign Lands. In Wang Chong's current state, his death was almost assured.
In the distance, Wang Chong was in a perilous situation.
Bagushidu's judgment was correct. In the world of his consciousness, the divine sword began to hum once more, a sign that it was about to strike again.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, another sword cleaved through the heavens and slashed down at Wang Chong.
This sword caused the world to fall silent, and its power was even greater than before.
Rumble! This sword was unavoidable, and in a flash, Wang Chong felt an extreme sense of danger. With no time to think, Wang Chong could only collapse and compress all his Psychic Energy to the limit in an attempt to block this attack.
But as the light passed, a cold energy pressed down on his body. This sword was aimed at every inch of Wang Chong's skin, every cell. As Wang Chong retracted his body to prepare for this lightning-fast strike, the Sword Qi brushed past him like a light breeze.
The situation where his Stellar Energy and Psychic Energy were halved did not happen.
“！！！”
For a moment, Wang Chong was struck dumb.
"What's going on here?"
This sword looked even more terrifying than the previous one, but its lethality was not even one-tenth of the previous one. When Wang Chong's Psychic Energy swept through his body, he immediately found that his judgment was correct. The Stellar Energy and Psychic Energy in his body had decreased to a certain extent, but the decrease was minuscule and completely within the range of what he could bear.
For a moment, Wang Chong was confused. It was the same attack from the divine sword, but the first strike had made him feel like he had almost died. But this one felt like a light breeze, and it didn't hurt at all.
The same attack produced a completely different effect.
"Buzz!"
Just as Wang Chong was feeling bewildered, the fog in the world of his consciousness surged. Wang Chong once again entered that world, and he saw the sword that pierced through the sky.
"Greed!"
The clouds in the sky changed, and these two large words appeared.
Wang Chong hung on the thick chains, stunned, and motionless. In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Desire barrier, greed …"
Wang Chong muttered to himself.
As long as one was human, they would have desires, and it was impossible to avoid them. Wang Chong had desires, so he had been heavily injured by the first strike. But greed … was he greedy? Of course, he was greedy. He wanted too many things.
And when he, as a youth, used WuZi Steel to amass millions, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of taels of gold, Wang Chong had truly been happy. In order to obtain even more profit, he had signed an agreement with the Sindhi High Priest.
But at the same time, he was not greedy.
He could use the vast wealth he had amassed from WuZi Steel to scatter it all in a single moment, without the slightest regret. And all of this was for the sake of winning the war in the southwest and protecting the nearly one million innocent civilians of the southwest.
He hoped that he could make a name for himself and obtain even greater fame and achievements. Thus, after the southwest, he went to the northwest and expanded the territory of the Tang Dynasty all the way to Khorasan, which was bordered by the sea. He was still not satisfied with his achievements, and he hoped to fight his way to Baghdad.
Finally, he hoped to rule the entire Arabian Empire.
But …
He had not done all this for himself. He could hand over Khorasan to the Imperial Court without hesitation, and once the west was pacified, he could hand over all military authority to the Imperial Court. He did not even care about being stripped of his title of King of Foreign Lands or the Young Marquis.
All he cared about was the future of this world!
As for everything else, he only cared about the means to achieve all this!
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