There was only a distance of ten-some zhang between the street and the wall.
However, it was extremely difficult to walk over.
If it was difficult to walk over, then one would burn it.
A straight line of fire suddenly appeared. The raging fire melted the wind and snow, turning them into steam and then into smoke.
At the very front of this line of fire was Chen Changsheng. To be more precise, this line of fire had originated from the sword in his hand.
This was the second sword Su Li had taught him: the Blazing Sword.
Xiao De had an extremely high cultivation level and rich battle experience, but he was still caught somewhat unprepared by Chen Changsheng's sword.
This sword was the sword intent of the final move of the Mount Li Sword Style. It was too decisive, too disregarding his own life.
Xiao De had not expected that Chen Changsheng would use this powerful sword that would injure both sides in his first move.
And this was something Chen Changsheng had planned out long ago.
His true essence was vigorous and his spiritual sense stable, but compared to the true experts at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, there was still an insurmountable gap.
If he wanted to defeat these experts, he needed to catch them off guard, to use his abilities that no one knew of to the limit. This was because once those abilities and tactics that no one knew of appeared, they would no longer be effective against these experts.
This meant that he could only use the same tactic once.
In the Orthodox Academy, he had used the black stone and the thousand swords to defeat Eunuch Lin, but he could not use the same method to defeat other experts of the same level.
He knew that if he wanted to kill Zhou Tong, he would have to face many true experts. Thus, in the last few days, he had made many deductions and designed many contingency plans, simulating battles against Xiao De, Xiao Zhang, Zhou Tong, the Prince of Zhongshan, the Prince of Xiang …
He had even considered what he should do in order to find a sliver of an opportunity if he were to fight Wang Po.
A person who liked to read, liked to think, liked to take notes, liked to solve problems would always be more prepared than his opponents, and would often obtain many inconceivable victories.
Wang Zhice had only begun to cultivate in his middle age, so why had he so rarely failed from the moment he stepped onto the stage of history?
Why was it that when Gou Hanshi was still at Ethereal Opening, everyone felt that he could break into and defeat Star Condensation?
Chen Changsheng was also this sort of person.
So he had also succeeded.
The 'success' here did not mean that he had defeated Xiao De, but that he had incorporated this battle into his calculations.
As the strongest expert of the younger generation of demi-humans, Xiaode had reacted with incredible speed, and his decision had seemed extremely correct.
When Chen Chang Sheng's sword arrived in front of him with determination, his left hand pierced through the snowy sky and directly grabbed towards it.
His body was as tough as iron and stone. Ordinary weapons and cultivators below the middle level of Star Condensation were utterly incapable of harming him.
But he did not know that Chen Changsheng's sword was even sharper than described on the Tier of Legendary Weapons. Moreover, Chen Changsheng's Dao of the Sword and quantity of true essence far surpassed that of a normal cultivator at the lower level of Star Condensation.
With a soft sound, the dagger cut through his palm like a piece of cardboard cutting through mud cake, and then sank into his body.
A furious roar burst out from his lips.
Even now, he still believed that his reaction was correct.
Although Chen Chang Sheng's sword pierced through his hand and into his chest, it couldn't leave either, at least it couldn't leave at this moment.
If his fist landed, it would definitely smash Chen Chang Sheng's face into mud.
It was truly impossible for Chen Changsheng to dodge, much less leave. Even if he threw away the dagger in his hand, even if he used the Yeshi Step …
Because he had moved too quickly, his momentum exhausted. Since he had resolutely advanced, how could he retreat? It seemed like he was delivering himself to Xiaode's fist.
Yet Xiaode's fist failed to land on his face.
A somewhat old-fashioned paper umbrella was opened in his left hand. The umbrella's surface extended out like a real bolt of lightning, covering his body.
Xiaode's fist landed on the umbrella.
There was an incomparably heavy thud!
The umbrella deeply caved in, but it did not shatter.
An unimaginably majestic strength passed from Xiaode's fist to the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and then to Chen Changsheng's body.
There was no trick to this clash of strength. It was completely the manifestation of one's true cultivation. Chen Changsheng could not endure this immense strength and took a step back.
With a crack, the ice and snow beneath his feet shattered, and the street below him also shattered.
A mouthful of blood surged up his throat, somewhat sweet.
So one step was still not enough.
He took another step back.
Still not enough.
The power that came from the Yellow Paper Umbrella was so terrifying, so tyrannical.
He continued to retreat, the soles of his boots leaving the ground like a stone, flying through the air.
… …
… …
Xiaode's fist seemed simple, but it contained a lifetime of cultivation and bitter training.
Just how terrifying was the all-out attack of an expert of the Proclamation of Liberation?
Chen Changsheng was sent flying, his speed not much slower than when he had used the Blazing Sword to advance.
Fortunately, the speed at which he was sent flying was too fast. Thus, he was able to narrowly avoid the ten or so swift and fierce sword intents.
At the very least, his vitals had been avoided, and only a few tears had been left on his clothes.
He landed on the snow, already on the other side of the street.
His body swayed as if he would collapse in the next moment.
He had resolved to advance. In their first clash, he had used the Blazing Sword to launch a surprise attack, but he had been unable to obtain victory. He had been forced back one step, two steps, until he had taken several dozen steps.
Anyone could see this as a massive setback.
But Chen Changsheng did not think so.
Nor did Xiaode. He faintly sensed that Chen Changsheng had done this on purpose.
He had been able to avoid the attacks of those ten-some sword intents not because of luck, but because he had calculated it beforehand.
This sort of feeling made Xiaode extremely unhappy.
When he felt the deep pain in his chest and abdomen, this unpleasant feeling became even stronger.
With a furious howl, he lunged down the street, accompanied by the wind and snow.
But he lunged at empty air.
A blazing light exuded from the Stainless Sword, and a fierce sword intent pierced through the entire street.
Chen Changsheng once more used the Blazing Sword, and at the same time, he also used the Yeshi Step.
This time, he did not move forward bravely like before. Instead, he pierced through the falling snow and swept diagonally forward.
He was like a wisp of smoke, or perhaps a bolt of lightning.
There was also a wall there. Behind the wall was not the bare branches of the crabapple tree, not that courtyard. He had no idea where he was.
Chen Changsheng smashed through the wall and charged in.
Soon after, the sound of walls being smashed could be heard from the buildings on the side of the street.
There were many courtyards and residences here, but none of them were where he wanted to go.
But the buildings were all separated by walls. As long as he constantly smashed through those walls, he would eventually find his way to the place he wanted to go.
That courtyard with the crabapple tree.
Moreover, he had always known where that courtyard was. He had never gone in the wrong direction.
Sometimes, retreating or taking a detour did not mean giving up, but using another method to advance.
This was what Chen Changsheng thought, and this was what he did.
The starry sky would always take pity on those young people who were prepared and courageous.
He had succeeded once more.
The crabapple tree entered his vision, and right after it was the image of a sword.
The sleeves of the assassin flickered with stardust. It was actually another Star Condensation cultivator, presumably also from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
In the face of such a sinister and terrifying sword, Chen Changsheng did not pause, nor did he slow down.
With a hum, the Yellow Paper Umbrella opened, blocking the falling stardust from the crabapple tree, and also blocking the sword.
The sword intent brushed past the edge of the umbrella and tore at the clothes on his shoulder.
A sword glow lit up in his hand. Borrowing the cover of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, it cut an extremely deep wound in the assassin's throat.
The assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets clutched his throat and collapsed.
This assassin had probably killed many famous people. If people knew of his true identity, they would be extremely shocked.
Yet Chen Changsheng did not even glance at him. He continued forward.
It was not because he was very familiar with the world's most outstanding assassin and the third most outstanding assassin.
It was because what he needed the most right now was time.
Xiao De would probably catch up very quickly.
He did not know when Xiao Zhang would appear.
Those experts could surround the courtyard at any moment.
Crucially, how long could Wang Po hold Tie Shu down on the street?
He did not know.
The crabapple tree swayed, no leaves falling. Only two or three broken branches fell.
In the alley outside the courtyard, Xiao De's furious howl resounded.
Several dozen powerful Qis were rapidly approaching from all directions.
Chen Changsheng had already arrived in front of the stone steps.
Above him was a palace armchair.
A person sat in the chair.
This person wore a crimson official's robe.
It was like he was in a sea of blood.
It was Zhou Tong.
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