Chen Changsheng knew what his teacher was preparing to do, so he naturally would not stop him.
Even if he wanted to stop him, he might not have been able to.
Shang Xingzhou gripped the sword.
The style of this sword was rather simple and unadorned, perhaps old-fashioned. In the rain of swords, it was very unremarkable.
When Chen Changsheng had taken the ten-thousand-some swords from the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, he had not noticed this sword.
Later on, the Orthodoxy decided to return these swords to the sects and monasteries of the past. The Li Palace dispatched many extremely experienced and knowledgeable priests to register these swords, but there was still no one who knew the origins of this sword. However, because this sword was too unremarkable, no one cared too much about it.
Without knowing its origins, it was naturally impossible to know where to send it, so the sword remained at Chen Changsheng's side. In the following battles, this sword was just like his other companions, following his will and becoming a part of the sword array, a drop in the rain of swords.
It was still unremarkable.
Until today, when Shang Xingzhou gripped this sword.
The gloomy cliff obscured by the leaves of the Celestial Tree suddenly brightened, as if another sun had appeared.
The sword exuded a dazzling light.
This sword was a Buddhist sword.
Its name was Vairocana Buddha.
The Buddhist sect had died out long ago, and there were no records of it in the Daoist Canon or the books of the people.
Who else could recognize this sword?
Currently, only three people on the continent knew the origin of this sword.
Two of them were probably in a standoff on the snowy plains to the north of Tianliang County.
Only Shang Xingzhou was present.
He had spotted this sword in the rain of swords and taken it.
The Buddhist sect cultivated the heart, and the Buddhist sword settled the heart.
Vairocana Buddha was a sword that followed the heart, a true sword of the heart.
The Xining temple also cultivated the heart.
One could imagine just how terrifying this sword would be in Shang Xingzhou's hands.
The Angel sensed danger and let out a low roar of thunder, wanting to blast away the White Emperor's soul and use all its strength to deal with it.
A blue blur streaked across the sky.
It was Shang Xingzhou's Daoist robe.
The White Emperor's soul gradually dispersed.
A stream of golden blood shot out of the Angel's chest.
It had not been able to avoid Shang Xingzhou's sword, and its body had been pierced through.
This sword had come from nowhere and could not return.
Who could avoid it?
… …
…
There was dead silence on the cliff.
The Angel lowered its head to the hole in its chest, a pained expression on its face.
Golden blood continuously dripped down, bringing about many strange phenomena.
The blood-soaked ground suddenly sprouted a lot of grass, and among the grass were pure and holy white flowers.
Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong didn't feel too happy, instead, they felt a little cold.
They saw that sword.
This sword was too terrifying.
Or rather, Shang Xingzhou was too terrifying.
His sword moved according to his will, and he had truly achieved the state of being unpredictable.
Who could avoid such a sword?
Even if Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong combined their swords, facing such a sword, they could only accept death.
They felt a chill, not only because of this deduction, but also because Shang Xingzhou was looking at Chen Chang Sheng.
Yes, Shang Xingzhou no longer paid any attention to the Angel, not even glancing at it.
He held the Vairocana Sword and quietly looked at Chen Chang Sheng.
No one knew what he was thinking or what he was going to do.
But one thing was certain: in Shang Xingzhou's view, the Angel he had heavily injured was no longer a threat.
So who was the threat he most wanted to eliminate on the two shores of the Red River?
The events of the past few years had long since proved this.
Countless waves appeared on the broad Red River.
The White Emperor did not come over, but he drew back his gaze from the western sky and gave a profound glance at the other shore.
His eyes were white and seemed rather demonic, like the coldest and fiercest snowstorm.
Shang Xingzhou no longer looked at Chen Chang Sheng, but looked back.
Separated by the surging river, the two most powerful Saints of the continent stared at each other.
For a moment, turbid waves filled the air, cold winds howled, and the winds stirred.
The situation had changed far too suddenly.
Just a moment ago, Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor had worked together to kill one Angel and heavily injure the other.
Now, they were in a standoff.
Was it because Shang Xingzhou had glanced at Chen Chang Sheng?
Or was it because of some deeper reason?
Chen Chang Sheng could not understand, nor did he continue to think.
Although the Angel had been pierced through by Shang Xingzhou's sword and heavily injured, it had not completely lost the ability to fight.
If it was allowed to leave alive, the Human race would assuredly encounter a terrifying foe in their northern expedition against the demons.
Perhaps Shang Xingzhou's sword would pierce through its chest, but he still had to stop it from happening.
However, Xu Yourong tugged at his sleeve.
The Angel flapped its wings and transformed into a stream of light that shot toward the north.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that he was too late.
Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor were still in a standoff.
The only person present that could catch up to the Angel was Xu Yourong.
The Angel of Sacred Light was already too heavily injured and was probably no match for her.
The problem was, if she left, what would happen to Chen Chang Sheng?
Even if they used their swords together, they were still no match for Shang Xingzhou, but it was still much better than fighting alone.
Chen Chang Sheng turned to Xu Yourong and said, "The White Emperor will not let me die."
Xu Yourong replied, "Nor will I."
Shang Xingzhou looked at the White Emperor on the other shore, an unfathomable smile on his face, and then he said a few words.
"Zhusha, kill him."
The White Emperor's expression flickered.
Chen Chang Sheng was shocked.
A black-clothed girl walked out of the Celestial Tree hollow.
At some point, the chains that bound her to the cliff had been undone.
Only now did Chen Chang Sheng understand why he felt that this cliff was somewhat familiar.
He turned to Xu Yourong.
Xu Yourong smiled.
Thus, he understood even more things.
Why had she been so calm when the Angel had forced her into desperate straits?
Why had she said to him that he should at least tell the plan to a certain person?
And then he understood the current situation.
Shang Xingzhou had set up this trap to kill those two Angels.
For some reason, the White Emperor did not want the Angel to be killed.
Of course, he also did not want Chen Chang Sheng to die.
Thus, Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor had suddenly gone from companions to opponents.
But the White Emperor had not expected that Shang Xingzhou had already arranged for a final send-off for the Angel.
As for … whether Shang Xingzhou wanted to kill him or not.
There was no need to think about this question.
The Black Dragon turned to Chen Chang Sheng.
Although Shang Xingzhou had saved her, she would still only listen to his words.
Because she was his Protector.
Shang Xingzhou said nothing, appearing very calm.
Because he had a deep understanding of his student and knew what he would choose at a time like this.
Without hesitation, Chen Chang Sheng said, "Go."
In the howling winds and scattering leaves, the black-clothed girl vanished.
High in the clouds, the heavily injured Angel circled around the fissure cut open by the Clear Sky Mirror and flew north.
Suddenly, it saw a black mountain range that extended for ten-some li.
It was like the Starfall Mountain Range had suddenly risen from the ground to the sky. (To be continued.)
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