Countless sword glows surged out of the Vault Sheath and bombarded the sea of blood. Either mournful or muffled sounds of collisions and cutting rang out one after another. Dazzling light illuminated the gloomy courtyard, illuminating the broken walls, the scarred crabapple tree, illuminating the viscous sea of blood, and also illuminating Zhou Tong's pale face.
The swords were like countless meteors descending from the heavens, carrying with them a frightening light and heat as they incessantly stabbed at the sea of blood and pressure.
Zhou Tong's cultivation was already at the peak of Star Condensation, so he had long since prepared for Chen Changsheng's moves. Chen Changsheng's Intellectual Sword was unable to find a true flaw and was instead suppressed, but how could his Star Domain endure the bombardment of so many swords? No matter how nearly perfect it was, it was still not true perfection. As long as there was a flaw, it would definitely be pierced through!
The sea of blood condensed into a ball of blood, trapping the peerlessly sharp Stainless Sword within. Under the assault of countless sword glows, it began to show signs of breaking.
There was a light clap, like a leather bag filled with wine being pierced by a sharp sword, or like a paper window being lightly pierced by a finger.
The sea of blood had been broken!
Zhou Tong's face became abnormally pale, his eyes growing increasingly serene, a tinge of fear appearing in their depths.
Countless sword glows pierced through the sea of blood, carrying with them an awe-inspiring sword intent as they fell upon his body!
Amidst the mournful sounds of swords cutting, countless real streams of blood shot into the darkness, accompanied by a furious and pained howl.
In the blink of an eye, Zhou Tong's body was covered in several hundred sword wounds. Blood flowed from these wounds, and one could even faintly make out his awe-inspiring white bones!
Zhou Tong knew that Chen Changsheng had many swords, and he had also thought that Chen Changsheng might have placed his swords in that sheath called the Vault Sheath, but he could never have imagined that Chen Changsheng had the ability to simultaneously control so many swords!
It must be known that these swords were all heirlooms that had once enjoyed an illustrious reputation in the world, so how could they be controlled by a youth who had just entered the initial level of Star Condensation?
Blood madly spurted through the courtyard, flowing onto the cracked stone floor, and also flowing into that seemingly illusory sea of blood.
The sea of blood was broken, but it did not disperse. On the contrary, as Zhou Tong's true blood flowed in, it became even more berserk, the stench of blood thickening.
A hand reached out from the sea of blood, from the darkness — it was Zhou Tong's left hand. There were already countless wounds on his palm, his skin and flesh split open and covered in blood. Even the flesh on his middle and index fingers had been completely sliced off by the sword intent, leaving behind only white bones. It was an abnormally terrifying sight.
It was just like the miserable state of the prisoners he often saw in the underground prison of this courtyard …
His hand, which was completely broken, trembled slightly in the night wind, as if it could break at any moment, but it still firmly moved forward, reaching towards Chen Chang Sheng's throat.
White bones emerge from a sea of blood!
Under the bombardment of thousands of sword beams, Zhou Tong was heavily injured, but he did not die on the spot. He still had the ability to fight!
He floated in the air, his entire body covered in blood. His red official robe had long been soaked through, dripping blood onto the ground.
The front of the red official's robe had already been torn to shreds by the sword intent, revealing what was underneath.
It was not his body, but an extremely bright soft armor that faintly exuded a divine aura. On the soft armor, near his chest and abdomen, was a small hole that was extremely difficult to see with the naked eye.
Chen Chang Sheng's pupils constricted. He immediately recognized it … it was the supreme treasure of the Tianhai clan: the Six Protections Divine Armor!
The extremely small hole on the Six Protections Divine Armor had been personally pierced by him last autumn in front of the Orthodox Academy.
The Stainless Sword could break through the Six Protections Divine Armor, but that did not mean that other famous swords had the same ability.
The Six Protections Divine Armor was the most famous soft armor on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, and it could even be said to have an effect close to that of a divine artifact. It had succeeded in blocking the majority of those several thousand sword glows for Zhou Tong!
Why was this divine armor on Zhou Tong's body?
That left hand that was like white bones pierced through the darkness and the sea of blood, clawing at Chen Chang Sheng's throat.
Zhou Tong's sinister and furious voice resounded in Chen Chang Sheng's sea of consciousness, "Did you think that I would be completely unprepared!"
The great red official's robe, soaked in blood, madly danced in the tattered courtyard, spraying blood in all directions, as well as anger and hatred.
The terrifying pressure of the sea of blood enveloped the area.
Those several thousand bright sword glows broke through the sea of blood and soared into the night sky, unable to immediately return.
Chen Chang Sheng used the Yeshi Step and continuously retreated!
However, the sea of bitterness was difficult to cross, and the sea of blood was no different.
No matter how his figure changed and changed, he ultimately still remained where he was, the Stainless Sword still unable to leave Zhou Tong's hand.
With a crack, the white bone hand dripping with blood gripped Chen Chang Sheng's throat.
Even though his body had been bathed in dragon blood, it could not endure the full-strength strike of the sea of blood bone claw. Chen Chang Sheng's throat was completely shattered, but not a single drop of blood leaked out.
Zhou Tong stood in front of him, his official's robe reeking of blood, like a wet swamp, making one desire to smell it.
Chen Chang Sheng's face was very pale, but his eyes were very bright.
Zhou Tong's face was very pale, his eyes very serene.
This was the closest the two of them had been since the start of the battle, not even a foot apart.
Was this the end of this desperate battle?
No, Chen Chang Sheng did not think so.
Zhou Tong also did not think so.
Zhou Tong was the person who had killed the most people in the world and had seen the most death, so he was most afraid of death. He did not want to die.
He had been cautious his entire life and would not miss a single detail.
He did not know that Chen Chang Sheng would come to kill him, but in these past few decades, someone could come to kill him at any time, so he was always prepared.
Only when Chen Chang Sheng appeared in this courtyard once filled with crabapple blossoms did all his caution and preparations show their use.
He knew how much ability Chen Chang Sheng had, how many fortuitous encounters.
He knew of the three swords that Su Li had passed on to Chen Chang Sheng, knew that Chen Chang Sheng had brought out countless swords from the Garden of Zhou.
He naturally had the corresponding methods, like the Star Domain of the sea of blood transforming into a ball of blood in his palm, or the Six Protections Divine Armor hidden beneath his crimson official's robe.
Was this all? No, he knew that Chen Changsheng still had some trump cards, such as the magical artifacts that Princess Luoluo had bestowed upon him back then, or that Su Li might have left behind some life-saving abilities for him, or that Divine Staff that the Pope had bestowed upon him. Thus, Chen Changsheng naturally still concealed a corresponding strongest move.
Even though he was heavily injured, his flesh cut to pieces by the sword glows, he still did not use his strongest move, because he had always remembered that Divine Staff.
That Divine Staff that represented the authority of the Orthodoxy, that legendary Divine Staff that had the power to split the heavens and split the earth.
It's already come to this, I'm already gripping your throat with my cruel fate. What are you still waiting for?
Zhou Tong's eyes became abnormally deep and serene, shrinking like some monster's, seeming to become a straight line.
He knew that in the next moment, Chen Chang Sheng would use the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff and deliver his most decisive strike.
He was waiting for that moment of light to arrive.
… …
… …
Countless sword glows pierced through the sea of blood and into the night sky, but they still had not returned.
A bloody hand of white bone gripped Chen Chang Sheng's throat.
This was the moment he was closest to death, and also the moment Zhou Tong was closest to him.
Chen Chang Sheng had been waiting for this moment.
He had struck.
Just as Zhou Tong had expected, the moment he struck, there was light.
Zhou Tong's face was abnormally pale in the light, but there was no surprise or fear on his face, because everything was within his expectations.
The blood-red official's gown glowed with a strange luster under the light. With the dripping of blood, a magical artifact exuding an ancient Qi floated out of his sleeve and blocked the light — it was a mirror, its ancient Qi tinged with mysteriousness. The surface of the mirror was as smooth as water, as if it could reflect all light.
If Chen Chang Sheng could recognize this copper mirror, he would know that even if this copper mirror could not completely block the light of the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff, it could still buy some time for Zhou Tong.
In the shortest amount of time, that bloody hand of bone would be able to wrench his head from his neck.
Yet this sort of thing did not happen.
The depth in Zhou Tong's eyes was chased away by the light, revealing a tinge of fear.
Because the light that had arrived in front of him was not a patch, but a ray.
An incomparably bright light flashed through his eyes.
Where did this light come from?
It was not the sword glow that was rapidly flying back.
Similarly, it was not the divine light emitted by the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff.
This ray of light was so pure, without the slightest impurity. It was only because of this that it seemed so terrifying.
This ray of light was decisive, fierce, and breathtaking.
Zhou Tong's eyes were the first to see this ray of light, so his eyelashes snapped. Soon after, a line of blood appeared in his eyes, snapping from the middle.
The copper mirror that had floated out of his sleeve had no use at all, snapping from the middle.
This fierce blade glow seemed to rise from the night sky and descend from the Yellow Springs, cleaving at him.
An extremely shrill and miserable howl burst forth from his bloodstained lips.
The countless magical artifacts he had brought with him all exploded, the courtyard seeming to explode with fireworks, yet they still could not stop the descent of that ray of light.
His great red official's gown madly danced in fear. His body transformed into a gloomy shadow, retreating into the depths of the courtyard, but he still could not avoid the descent of this ray of light.
The ray of light fell on his body.
The laces of the Six Protections Divine Armor were severed.
His earlobe was severed.
His shoulder was severed.
His left arm was severed.
Before this bright ray of light, everything, even the light emitted by the other sources of light and the night wind, was severed.
This ray of light was a blade glow.
The blade glow descended. A clear and perfectly straight line of blood appeared on Zhou Tong's face and body, extending from his left eye all the way to his ribs.
With a light swish, a flower of blood flew out of his eye. His left cheek was blown away by the wind, his left shoulder was cut off, and his left arm fell to the ground.
Only then did he heavily fall to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood so thick that it could not be dissolved.
What sort of blade was this?
Chen Changsheng walked into the ruins, his hand gripping the blade.
This was the kitchen knife he had taken from the kitchen before leaving the Orthodox Academy.
This was the most terrifying blade in the world, from ancient times until now.
Before this blade, mountains and rivers would all be severed in two.
Severed in two.
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