Back in White Emperor City, Bie Yanghong had used the supreme technique of Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion, One Point of Red, to imbue his experiences with the Angel of Sacred Light into Chen Changsheng's mind. Contained within it was the essence of the fist style he had used in the last few years of his life.
In the past, Bie Yanghong did not have the habit of using fists.
In the battle of the Mausoleum of Books, he had personally seen the Tianhai Divine Empress's fists exude an aura that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth. He had been enlightened and created this fist style.
This did not mean that he was submitting to the Tianhai Divine Empress. On the contrary, this attitude of learning from the strong represented true fearlessness.
The fearless fist possessed unimaginable power.
When Chen Changsheng swung his fist, the air in a radius of several hundred zhang was stirred up, stirring up a gale.
The forest fell neatly to his back, as a sign of their awe.
Shang Xingzhou also failed to avoid this fearless fist.
But he caught the punch.
With a boom, bits of grass, water, and mud flew through the air, obscuring the sun.
The forest slowly straightened and the fierce winds gradually vanished.
Crushed by this terrifying strength, the soft ground neatly sank, becoming countless times harder.
Chen Changsheng's fist was pressed against his palm, unable to advance any further.
If the Vault Sheath were still at his side, he could think of ten-some methods to launch the fiercest attack at Shang Xingzhou.
But now, he didn't even have a sword.
Fortunately, this did not mean that he could not attack.
The temperature on the edge of the plain suddenly began to rise, the nearby water grass even turning scorched yellow.
Chen Changsheng used his most powerful and most decisive Blazing Sword.
The Zhenqi in his body began to burn violently. Through his right arm, which had transformed into a sword, it continuously gushed towards Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change, remaining indifferent.
He was like a majestic mountain, giving off an unshakable feeling.
An extremely vigorous energy emerged from his palm.
Chen Changsheng's fist could not advance another inch.
This vigorous energy was rather special. It did not seem like it was condensed from star radiance. It was even fiercer, seeming to possess real heat.
From the signs, it seemed more like Chen Changsheng was using the Blazing Sword to mobilize his true essence.
Chen Changsheng vaguely guessed at a possibility and was very shocked.
But he had no time to think, because Shang Xingzhou's counterattack had arrived.
Just like at the summit of Sunset Valley.
Shang Xingzhou's right hand seemed to fall casually, like a leaf falling into the wind, its trajectory impossible to capture.
Chen Chang Sheng still couldn't avoid it.
Shang Xingzhou's right hand landed on his chest. It was very gentle, but it contained the power of heaven and earth.
Two deep furrows appeared on the hard ground that had just sunk in.
Chen Chang Sheng retreated to the edge of the furrow, his calves hit the ground and his entire body flew up.
He was like a stone thrown by a strong man. With a whistling sound, he became a small black dot in the sky.
Shang Xingzhou's gaze followed and landed several miles away.
For some reason, he wasn't happy, nor was he as indifferent as before. Instead, he frowned.
A cool breeze suddenly blew, and his Daoist sleeves fluttered. He turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew toward that direction.
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A few miles away, Chen Chang Sheng was lying in the water, face down, looking like a corpse.
Suddenly, he flipped himself up, and without even turning his head to look, he dashed forward.
He was as fast as a galloping horse, leaving behind a trail of splashes. However, one could faintly see that his right arm was somewhat stiff, as if it had been injured.
No one could take on Shang Xingzhou's two palms, even if he had to suppress his cultivation in the Garden of Zhou.
Chen Chang Sheng was still alive and could still run. Besides the strength of his body, more importantly, Shang Xingzhou's two palms had not completely landed.
In the final moments of Shang Xingzhou's two palms, he had raised his arm to his chest to block.
Without a sword, he still had to use a sword.
Before he had used the Blazing Sword, he had already used the Stupid Sword.
The number one defensive sword in the world.
Moreover, he couldn't avoid Shang Xingzhou's palms that fell like leaves, but he could choose where to be attacked.
He could also choose how to neutralize the force of the attack.
He had even used the Yeshi Step once in the air.
So he knew where he would land.
This place was already the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, precisely the place he wanted to come to.
After confirming that he could not use the Yeshi Step to escape Shang Xingzhou, he began to prepare for what would happen next.
It seemed like he had succeeded.
The screeching and grinding sounds coming from the grassland seemed to be celebrating for him.
In reality, the Variant Flood Dragons and the other monsters had smelled his Qi and had come to welcome him.
The monsters very quickly sensed Shang Xingzhou's presence.
Despite their fear, the monsters still courageously rushed over.
Ten-some Variant Flood Dragons swam through the water plants, erasing the traces Chen Chang Sheng had left behind.
Even more Variant Flood Dragons, carrying a putrid Qi, noiselessly made their way towards Shang Xingzhou, who was several li away.
A few black dots appeared in the distant sky, most likely the Gray Vultures on their way.
It was likely that in a little while, the tide-like monsters would drown the plains.
But this was not Chen Chang Sheng's original intention.
Taking the risk of being discovered by Shang Xingzhou, he shouted, "Withdraw!"
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Shang Xingzhou was standing on a solitary reed, lightly bobbing up and down in the wind.
He heard the faint sounds coming from the water and sensed the Qi hidden in the plains. Arching his brow, he said, "Evil creature, you're seeking death."
Just at this moment, a voice exploded like thunder, spreading over the entire plains.
It was Chen Chang Sheng's voice.
Shang Xingzhou's raised brow gradually fell.
He was rather surprised.
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No monster dared to disobey Chen Chang Sheng's orders.
Because he was the master of the Garden of Zhou, and also because he had saved the world.
The obedience of monsters to him stemmed from their souls and their instincts.
After hearing his order, even the most ferocious and untamable Wind Wolves silently retreated.
In front of the Mausoleum of Zhou, the massive beast and the Mountain-toppling Fiend glanced at each other, then lowered their bodies once more.
The plains returned to silence. The only sounds were the cries of insects and the gentle gurgling of water.
Chen Chang Sheng's feet landed on solid ground.
The white grass was his path, the frost was the same as before, and the shabby temple was still in its original place.
He rushed into the old temple and sat down behind the statue of a god.
His breathing was somewhat heavy, his face even paler.
He took a needle from his finger and pierced it into two Qi openings in his neck, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.
The suppressed Shang Xingzhou was not the strongest opponent he had encountered in his life, but the pressure he exerted was the greatest.
Whether it was his encounter with Zhu Luo in Xunyang City or the Demon Lord in Mount Han, neither was as unbearable as today.
From the peak of Sunset Valley to this shabby temple, it had not been very long. They had only exchanged two blows, but he was already exhausted to the extreme.
This was probably the psychological pressure a student had to endure when challenging a teacher.
But he did not know how long he could endure, nor did he know how long he was prepared to endure.
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Shang Xingzhou was outside the temple.
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