The sky in the Garden of Zhou was lower than the sky in the real world, so it was easier to measure distance with the naked eye.
As he fell from Sunset Valley to the ground, Chen Changsheng could clearly see the dark blue sky rapidly growing further and further away.
The biting cold wind cut at his face like a knife, making him think of the time when he was being pursued by Nanke's Twin Wings in the Garden of Zhou several years ago. He had broken out of the lake, and just when he was about to be killed, a hand had suddenly extended out of the night sky and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him far away.
Alas, Xu Yourong was not in the Garden of Zhou today, so it was naturally impossible to catch him.
Fortunately, the bottom of Sunset Valley was covered in water plants and lakes, so perhaps there was a chance of survival.
A massive boom resounded in his ear.
The soft surface of the lake became incomparably hard, and countless streams of pain surged from every part of his body into his mind.
At that moment, he felt like all his bones were about to break.
Countless streams of green, ice-cold lake water madly poured toward his face, constantly slapping against it.
He once more thought of the scene from three years ago when he was fleeing for his life in the lake.
Blood flowed from the corner of his lips, diffusing into the water and transforming into a faint pink mist.
Several hundred fish swam out of the surrounding water plants, almost madly swimming into the mist of blood, constantly shuttling back and forth.
After the Tianhai Divine Empress had defied the heavens and changed his fate, his blood was no longer that delicious yet poisonous honey, but it still possessed unimaginable benefits.
No matter what level of life it was, they all instinctively wanted to get close to his blood.
The desire to get close was sometimes greed, and there was no difference between the two.
Those fish madly swimming in the mist of blood were just like some humans. In the face of an enormous temptation, they had no reason to speak of.
On the contrary, those people whose minds were not clear were less susceptible to this sort of temptation.
Before falling unconscious, Chen Changsheng had been thinking about these trivial problems, and finally, he thought of Nanke.
He closed his eyes and calmly lay on the bottom of the lake.
The water plants slowly danced around him, occasionally touching his feet.
They were like the hands of a demon stretching out from the void, wanting to drag him into a bottomless abyss.
He opened his eyes.
From falling unconscious to waking up, only an extremely short amount of time had passed.
The surface of the lake had not been completely filled with water.
Chen Changsheng raised his head to look at the water and began to move.
His feet moved at an unimaginable speed, bringing up two water dragons. His imposing manner was astonishing.
With a splash, a white pillar of water appeared on the surface of the lake. It looked like a waterfall flowing backwards towards the sky.
Chen Chang Sheng landed on the lakeside and prepared to rush towards another small lake in the northeast direction.
That small lake could lead to the other side of the Garden of Zhou.
As long as he got there, he should be able to hide for a while under the cover of the remnant sword intent left by the Heaven Shrouding Sword.
He needed this time to think about what had happened. At the very least, he needed to stabilize his current injuries.
But he suddenly stopped and turned around.
Shang Xingzhou stood on the opposite shore and looked at him expressionlessly.
Chen Chang Sheng's face was a little pale.
He had been born without filth, had undergone a perfect Purification in the Orthodox Academy, and had bathed in dragon blood at the bottom of New North Bridge. Besides the Demon Lord, no one could compare to the toughness of his body. Coupled with the transformation at the most crucial moment, he was still alive after falling from Sunset Valley Peak to the ground ten-some li away.
However, he was still injured quite badly.
His ribs were not broken, but there were already cracks on them, and the pain was deep into his bones.
Most importantly, his sea of consciousness had been greatly shaken, and his Dao Heart was unable to calm down.
Most despairing of all was that he had no sword, not even the sheath.
This meant that he could not summon the several thousand swords in the sheath.
In the last few days, he had been ceaselessly practicing the sword in the stone room of the Li Palace, quietly contemplating and comprehending, adjusting his condition to its peak, all for today's battle.
For today's battle, he had prepared a great deal.
The three swords that Su Li had passed on to him, the sword intents he had experienced at Mount Li, the Sword Division Art of South Stream Temple, and even the sword array had all been thoroughly mastered by him.
He believed that in his peak condition, he would have the right to challenge his master in the Garden of Zhou.
However, just as this battle had begun, he had lost his sword.
All his swords.
He had been able to defeat so many powerful foes in the last few years by relying on the sword.
He had been called a genius of the path of the sword by the common people, and now many people even believed that he was a grandmaster of the path of the sword.
But if he lost his sword, what else could he do? What else could he be?
The problem now was, how had Shang Xingzhou been able to snatch away all his swords with just a stretch of his hand?
To Chen Changsheng, this was not a problem. It was just that in the past few years, he had forgotten these things.
Many years ago, he had cut off the whisker of that Golden Dragon by the stream, forged it into a sword, and given it to his disciple.
That was the Stainless Sword that Chen Changsheng had carried with him for many years.
That sheath had once been the Li Palace's Treasury Peak.
It had also been Shang Xingzhou who had taken it from the Li Palace and given it to him.
Shang Xingzhou was correct.
Whether it was the Stainless Sword or the Vault Sheath, he had given them both to Chen Changsheng.
Even the engagement with Xu Yourong had been given to Chen Changsheng by him.
When Yuren had refused.
Since he had bestowed everything to Chen Changsheng, he could naturally take it back at any time.
This was the right, and also the ability.
Without question, this was the most powerful method of victory.
But this method had been hidden a little too deeply.
So deeply that it chilled one's heart.
It had been ten years since he had received that dagger in Xining Village's old temple, hadn't it?
Shang Xingzhou's next words were even more chilling.
"How old are you this year?"
Chen Changsheng was his student and he had raised him in Xining Village.
But he did not know Chen Changsheng's age.
Whether it was intentional or not, it was still cold.
Chen Changsheng replied, "No matter how old I am, I'm over twenty."
Shang Xingzhou did not care about the hidden meaning in these words. "My talent is inferior to yours, so I'll add ten years."
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay."
Just who was stronger, the thirty-year-old Shang Xingzhou or the twenty-year-old Chen Changsheng?
No one knew.
Even after today's battle, no one would know.
Because Chen Changsheng had no sword.
Splash!
The splashing of water could be heard.
The fish chased the bloody mist to the surface of the water.
The lake water roiled restlessly. It seemed very lively and festive, but after looking at it for a long time, it also made one feel somewhat nauseous.
Several flowers of blood suddenly bloomed on the surface of the water, and the mutilated fish sank to the bottom.
Shang Xingzhou had vanished on the other shore.
Chen Changsheng had also vanished.
A footprint appeared in the surrounding water grass.
Soon after, a second footprint appeared even farther away.
The footprints appeared out of thin air. No connection could be seen between them, making them seem particularly strange.
When Chen Changsheng next appeared, he was several hundred zhang away, next to a forest.
And when Shang Xingzhou next appeared, he was right in front of him.
He had used the Yeshi Step, but he still could not defeat Shang Xingzhou's movement technique.
Then why not try a fist?
A scene appeared in his sea of consciousness.
Bie Yanghong calmly gazed at him, his finger pressed against the center of his brow.
And then countless scenes came pouring in.
These scenes contained streams of light, each stream of light a fist.
The scenes vanished.
The countless streams of light became a single stream of light.
The countless punches became a single punch.
Chen Changsheng clenched his fist and smashed it at that familiar yet strange face. (To be continued …)
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