No one could have imagined that the sinister and ruthless sword had come from their side, and that the person who had launched the sneak attack was Liang Xiaoxiao.
Zhexiu had incomparably rich battle experience, and he had always had a cold temperament and rarely trusted people. Because of the environment in which Chen Changsheng had grown up and encountered, he had always handled matters with extreme caution. Thus, no matter how charming and pitiful the two demon girls were, they could not deceive them. However, even the two of them had not imagined that Liang Xiaoxiao would suddenly attack.
From the Mausoleum of Books to the Garden of Zhou, Chen Changsheng had always noticed that Liang Xiaoxiao had a faint hostility towards him. However, of the Divine State's Seven Laws, Gou Hanshi was a sincere and steady gentleman, and Guan Feibai was a violent swordsman. Perhaps they were opponents or enemies, but he had never thought that these disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect would be sinister villains, much less that Liang Xiaoxiao would collude with the demons!
The war between the humans and the demons had already lasted for nearly a thousand years. Whether it was the Great Zhou in the north or the Longevity Sect in the south, how many seniors and fellow disciples had died wave after wave? As cultivators, they should have been even more clear that this was a war to exterminate the human race, so why was Liang Xiaoxiao willing to be ordered around by the demons?
The most shocked person was naturally Qi Jian. His abdomen had been pierced through by Liang Xiaoxiao's sword, and he had suffered an extremely heavy injury, but what was even more wounded was his heart. He looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, his face pale and his expression perplexed. Even now, he still could not understand why his third brother, who had grown up with him and had always taken care of him, would strike such a vicious blow!
Liang Xiaoxiao said nothing. His face was also pale, and there was a faint struggle in the depths of his eyes, but even deeper was a joy that bordered on madness.
It was pain, but also joy.
Chen Changsheng and the other two had thought of many things and many possibilities, but in reality, they had only used a very short amount of time.
The demons had always been cold and emotionless. Seeing that their plan had finally succeeded and Liang Xiaoxiao's sneak attack had succeeded, how could they give them a chance to catch their breath and reason?
Teng Xiaoming expressionlessly lifted his shoulder pole and once again rushed in front of the three. Clasping his hands together, he mercilessly smashed it down!
The wind by the lake suddenly shattered into countless thin strands, and all the nearby trees were all destroyed and toppled. The extremely terrifying carrying pole pressed down like a mountain.
Even if Chen Chang Sheng and the other two weren't injured, it would still be extremely difficult for them to directly block an all-out attack from the infamous 24 Demon Generals, not to mention that their current condition was extremely bad.
Zhexiu's shoulders were badly mangled. Amidst the messy wolf fur that had yet to recede, one could faintly make out the eerie white bones. What was even more frightening was that these injuries were caused by the Peacock Plume hidden in the fingers of the Demon Race woman — an extremely small trace of green could already be seen in the depths of the Wolf Race youth's pupils.
The legendary Peacock Plume had a poison that could poison powerful demonic beasts to death. Now, the poison had begun to wreak havoc in his body.
Qi Jian was even more miserable. His abdomen was overflowing with blood. Even if he used the last of his strength, he could only barely hold onto the Mount Li Relic Sword. He could not even stand up, so how could he fight?
Chen Chang Sheng looked slightly better. He, who had rushed out of the pit with his sword in hand, was covered in dust and looked extremely pathetic. There were no wounds on the surface of his body, and there were no bloodstains on his clothes.
In reality, he only looked a little better.
Previously, he had received Teng Xiaoming's first blow from the shoulder pole at the bottom of the pit. Even though his body had been bathed in dragon blood, he still could not completely withstand it. The bones in his left arm had already begun to crack, and several of his ribs had already been broken. Even more troublesome was that his sea of consciousness had received a massive shock. It was incomparably vexing and uncomfortable. His chest was extremely stuffy, and he could vomit blood at any moment.
How could the three heavily injured youths face this mountainous shoulder pole?
After Liang Xiaoxiao had succeeded in his sneak attack, he had swiftly retreated. From a distance of several dozen zhang, he watched this scene in silence.
That demon beauty's smile was like a flower.
That dignified young lady's expression was calm.
Liu Wan 'er sympathized with them and then waited.
She waited for Chen Chang Sheng and the other two to die, as expected.
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Chen Chang Sheng obviously did not want to die.
It could be said without question that from the time he was ten years old, he was the person in this world who did not want to die the most.
For the sake of not dying, he had worked very hard, so he had naturally made many preparations.
When everyone believed that they were doomed, including Qi Jian, and even Zhexiu, who had walked the line between life and death countless times, silently said to himself, 'So be it.' Chen Chang Sheng once more began to work hard, taking out the item he had prepared.
It was a metal ball, its surface covered in lines that looked like scales.
Chen Chang Sheng poured his true essence into the metal ball. The surface of the metal ball flashed with light, and then it began to rapidly tremble. Those scales began to split open.
The fine sounds of springs and metal rubbing against each other rang out in rapid succession.
The splitting metal ball instantly transformed, producing several thin umbrella-like surfaces, then the umbrella ribs, and then the handle.
These transformations took place in an extremely short amount of time. The shoulder pole that carried the Demon General's vigorous strength had not even fallen.
A rather old oil-paper umbrella appeared in Chen Chang Sheng's hands.
This umbrella seemed ordinary and unremarkable, just like him.
A loud bang resounded!
On the shore of the lake, there wasn't another huge pit. Instead, there were dozens of cracks that were several feet deep!
Powerful Qi flew in all directions, striking the hard cobblestones and leaving clear marks on their surface.
Some of the Qi from the terrifying collision swept into the depths of the forest, leaving mottled marks on the bark of the trees. Who knew how many birds that had not been able to escape in time were tragically struck to the ground.
The dust gradually settled, and the echoes from the cliff behind the lake also gradually faded away.
Chen Chang Sheng did not die.
Because the carrying pole was blocked by the ordinary-looking umbrella in his hand.
A faint yellow light fell from the edge of the umbrella, like a curtain, enveloping Chen Chang Sheng within.
He stood in front of Zhexiu and Qi Jian.
Looking at this scene, the demon beauty covered her mouth, shocked speechless.
Liang Xiaoxiao slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression grave.
Liu Wan 'er slightly creased her brow, revealing a pondering expression, as if she had thought of something.
Only Teng Xiaoming's expression remained wooden. His right foot took another step forward, his two hands raised the shoulder pole, and once again struck down!
The wind and clouds above the lake had been carried over by that shoulder pole!
There was another loud bang!
The Yellow Paper Umbrella had once again blocked it.
But Chen Chang Sheng's face became even paler.
In Wenshui City, the Tang Old Master had gifted him this legendary magical artifact. Zhexiu had once said that this umbrella could block a full-powered attack from a Star Condensation expert.
Zhexiu had also said that since the demons had used some sort of method to forcefully suppress their cultivation and send two Star Condensation Demon Generals into the Garden of Zhou, then Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er would at most be at the peak of Ethereal Opening.
Logically, the umbrella in his hands could obviously block the opponent's attack.
The problem was, how many full-powered attacks from the Demon General could it block?
Using a magical artifact also required the assistance of true essence. The amount of true essence he had was much less than cultivators of the same level, so how long could he last?
The most crucial problem was that the area of the Yellow Paper Umbrella was not very large. How could he protect Zhexiu and Qi Jian when all these demon experts attacked together?
There was no way.
He had no way of protecting his companions. If he continued to hold on, it would still be difficult to resolve his predicament. Then, he could only send his companions away.
Just as the Yellow Paper Umbrella blocked the shoulder pole, his right hand shot out like lightning and stuffed several pills into Zhexiu's mouth. At the same time, he stuffed a small object into Zhexiu's hand.
These pills were antidotes that the priests of the Li Palace had refined according to his prescription. His medical skills had been inherited from Daoist Ji, and Daoist Ji was the strongest medical expert in the entire continent. From this, one could imagine the effects of these pills. Perhaps they could not cure the poison of the Peacock Plume, but they could at least help Zhexiu suppress it for a while.
As for the slightly cold object, it was a button.
When he left the capital, he had only brought a single button. He had originally thought that if he encountered any danger in the Garden of Zhou, it could help him protect his life.
But now, it seemed that he would have to give it to someone else.
Back in the Orthodox Academy, when Luoluo had given him the button, she had said very clearly that the button could only carry two people away at most.
Chen Changsheng raised the umbrella and looked at the demon experts rapidly approaching. Without turning around, he calmly said to Zhexiu behind him, "Take him away."
The demons' plan in the Garden of Zhou was definitely not limited to this, but the successive events that had occurred by the lake were enough to help them confirm that of the three of them, the demons' first target was Qi Jian. Otherwise, the demons could have gathered all their strength and killed him and Zhexiu first. It would not have been like this, waiting for Qi Jian to enter a situation of certain death before Liu Wan'er said those three words, and Liang Xiaoxiao finally struck.
Zhexiu understood this point, but he did not understand. Even if Qi Jian was the last disciple of the Mount Li Sect Master, why would the demons value him so much?
He also understood that Chen Changsheng had given him the button, which was tantamount to giving him the hope to live. And if Chen Changsheng stayed, he would have to face death.
He also understood that Chen Changsheng would not take Qi Jian away himself, nor would he leave Qi Jian behind. Thus, in this arrangement, there was only one possibility left.
At the same time, he also understood that he had been poisoned and was powerless to fight. If he stayed, he would not be able to help Chen Changsheng, so it was better to take Qi Jian and leave.
What he understood the most was that since Chen Changsheng had already made up his mind, no matter what he did, it would be meaningless. It would only be a waste of time.
Without hesitation, Zhexiu picked up Qi Jian and activated the button in his palm.
In his embrace, Qi Jian's small face was abnormally pale. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes closed, and his eyelashes fluttering. He looked extremely pitiful, but he had no idea what had happened.
A strand of green smoke rose from under the yellow umbrella.
In the final moment, Zhexiu looked at Chen Changsheng's back and expressionlessly thought, just who is whose bodyguard? If I can survive today, it seems like I really will owe a certain person a life.
At almost the same time, the demon general's third blow from his carrying pole fell.
The ground fiercely quaked. Dust filled the air, obscuring the green smoke.
Countless cracks appeared and fresh earth tumbled out, just like a plowing field in the spring.
The dust settled.
Chen Changsheng stood alone at his original position.
His left hand held the umbrella.
His right hand gripped the dagger.
His expression was extremely serious as he prepared for the final battle.
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(This chapter's name is cooler than the Sorrowful Sword, so I'll use it instead. I'll try to finish the next chapter by eleven.)
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