Chen Changsheng decided that he could not wait for Wang Po to be defeated before acting. Standing on the rainy street, the two walls seemed rather solemn and stirring, but in reality, it was meaningless. The reason he had thought this way before was because he had no confidence in himself at the time. He had only wanted to do his best and leave the rest to fate — no matter how astonishing his talent was, he had only cultivated for a little more than a year. Not to mention the broken meridians in his body, it was truly an absurd and laughable thing to want to fight against the Storms of the Eight Directions in such a short amount of time.
He originally thought that even if he were to use his sword later, it would only be to show his sincerity. But now he changed his mind. Because with each cultivator that fell, his confidence increased by a fraction. Ethereal Opening cultivators were no longer able to threaten him. Just a moment ago, there had even been a cultivator who should have entered the initial level of Star Condensation not too long ago, but he had actually cut down a cultivator in the rain with a single strike of his sword!
If it wasn't for the level of the battle at the other end of the street being too high, too dazzling, perhaps more people would have noticed Chen Chang Sheng's inconceivable feat. The advancement he had obtained in the Mausoleum of Books, the harvests he had gained in the Garden of Zhou, the sword he had learned along the way back to the south with Su Li, and the image of Wang Po in the torrential rain — all of these were perfectly displayed in this one attack.
Looking at Wang Po, who was bitterly enduring in the storm, looking at the blood that was constantly flowing from his body, which was quickly being diluted by the torrential rain, Chen Chang Sheng's gradually strengthened confidence and gradually recovering True Essence caused an intense desire to well up within his heart – he wanted to try and see if he could stab Zhu Luo with his sword, even if his opponent was one of the legendary Storms of the Eight Directions, he still wanted to stab with his sword. To be honest, he didn't know how he should attack or where he should stab. However, he thought that since he had decided to attack, then he would naturally know how to execute it.
Chen Changsheng walked past those cultivators lying in the rain, leaving Su Li's horse and walking towards Wang Po. As he walked, he began to calm his heart and clear his mind, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
His opponent was Zhu Luo, a Nascent Saint who could easily suppress his Blazing Sword. Before the moonlight, how could a firefly possibly shine? The moonlight-like sword intent on the rainy street drifted erratically, impossible to calculate, so the Intellectual Sword naturally couldn't be used. Then what sword should he use? What kind of sword was his strongest sword?
Chen Chang Sheng knew what his strongest sword was.
On the Mausoleum of Zhou, he had once thrust his sword at the shadow that obscured half the sky.
He didn't know if he could still use that sword, but he wanted to try.
His divine sense landed on the Dragoncry Sword. At this moment, the Dragoncry Sword used its scabbard as its hilt and became one. The moment his Divine Sense descended, it awakened the souls within the sword.
He awakened the ten thousand broken swords and prepared to borrow the sword intent again.
The Black Dragon woke up as well.
He took a deep breath. His true essence violently combusted, and his body became incomparably hot. The rainwater that constantly fell upon his clothes instantly turned into steam, covering his upper body. His broken meridians let out an unbearable sound, and an intense pain spread from every part of his body to his sea of consciousness. The raging zhenyuan finally succeeded in breaking through several blockages, and moved to his wrist. He was ready to draw his sword. The countless sword wills in the sword and the wisp of Black Dragon's soul also silently prepared themselves.
However, at this moment, Chen Chang Sheng suddenly felt that the surrounding rainy street had become a little darker. Was it because of the mist in front of him?
It was not because of the fog, but because someone had blocked the light from the street.
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly felt very cold.
His body had long since been drenched by the cold rain. Logically speaking, he should have become numb, but at this moment, he seemed to clearly feel a strand of cold wind brush past his neck.
A chill arose from the bottom of his heart. His body stiffened, and he found it impossible to move.
Only now did he remember that he had forgotten something.
That was the most important thing.
To be more precise, he had forgotten a person.
A person that could not be forgotten.
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He carried Su Li across tens of thousands of li of snowy plains, returning from the land of demons to the human world. An assassin had been following them the entire time.
This assassin was very famous, so Su Li somewhat looked down on him. Of course, only Su Li had the right to look down on this assassin. It must be known that this assassin was ranked third on the Ranking of Assassins of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets. No one had ever dared to look down on him, and the vast majority of those who did were probably already dead.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that he absolutely did not have the right to look down on this assassin. Moreover, on the entire journey, Su Li would often stare silently at the distant mountains. From those scenes, he knew that even Su Li felt some fear towards this assassin in the depths of his heart.
Su Li and he had always been very vigilant. Whether it was with Xue He or with Liang Hongzhuang, even when they were forced into desperate straits, even when it seemed like they could die at any moment, they still did not forget the existence of this assassin and prepared a backup plan. Only just now did Chen Chang Sheng finally forget about this matter.
Just when he was the most confident, felt that he was at his strongest, when his will to fight was at its most resolute …
He walked towards Zhu Luo, but he left Su Li.
He did not know that the assassin was between him and Su Li, soaked in the rain and lying on the ground. It was the cultivator that he had faked being knocked down, and the assassin was currently standing up.
After several dozen days and nights of hiding and waiting, the assassin had finally found the perfect opportunity.
The assassin did not wear a mask. He had an ordinary appearance, and his brows and eyes could be seen everywhere. When the rain fell on his face, it did not leave a single mark. It was also very difficult for his appearance to leave a mark on a person's heart.
This was a very ordinary and unremarkable person, just like a rock on the side of the road, a tile in a ruin.
Chen Chang Sheng felt the activity behind him, and his body became incomparably stiff. He wanted to turn around, but he knew it was too late.
It truly was too late. That assassin would not give him any more chances, would not give Su Li any chances.
The assassin floated in the rain in front of the horse.
His movement technique seemed very ordinary, but it was very fast.
Then he struck.
His sword was very ordinary, and his sword technique also seemed very ordinary, but it was very fast.
In short, everything happened very quickly.
But this assassin's cultivation was very abnormal. The tip of that ordinary sword noiselessly glittered with countless fragments of stars.
An extremely powerful and also extremely secluded Qi accompanied the sword.
The upper level of Star Condensation!
An upper level Star Condensation assassin?
This had already surpassed the scope of many people's understanding.
He had already cultivated to the upper level of Star Condensation, so why did he still need to kill people for a living?
Why did this assassin want to kill Su Li?
Just how frightening was this assassin!
The rain continued to fall.
Chen Chang Sheng gripped his sword with both hands and stood on the rainy street.
Behind him, the assassin was like a ghost, striking at Su Li with his sword.
Everything had happened too quickly.
It seemed like it was already too late to change anything.
The sound of the rain was furious.
Suddenly, a rather soft sound rang out.
It was the sound of a sword meeting blood.
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(Recently, my health has not been good, and I have been especially busy. I have very few updates. Please forgive me, everyone. I will strive to write more after the twenty-second, but I have been writing very diligently. I hope everyone will like it.)
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