The moment Chen Changsheng saw Zhou Tong, a clap of thunder boomed from the street behind him and then landed in a very distant place.
He sensed the battle on the Luo River, sensed the changes in the laws of the world, and also a blade intent that was closely connected to him.
That blade intent broke in the next moment, and then a new blade intent appeared.
He was first shocked, then excited, and now even more aware of the present situation.
Killing Zhou Tong was a matter between him and Wang Po. Now that Wang Po had removed the greatest obstacle in this matter, Tie Shu, the rest was up to him.
The wind and snow suddenly shattered as a blur appeared in the courtyard.
Chen Changsheng borrowed the momentum of the wind and snow to arrive in front of the palace armchair, the dagger in his hand stabbing at Zhou Tong.
Along with his sword intent, a wave of dryness and a wave of light also came.
This dryness and light came from his fiercely burning true essence.
The cold wind ruffled Zhou Tong's official's robe and massive waves rose in the sea of blood.
The Stainless Sword pierced through the waves, plunging straight into the depths of the sea of blood.
This was not Chen Changsheng's first time in this courtyard, nor was it his first time attempting to kill Zhou Tong.
He had experience, so he was even more cautious. For this moment, he had prepared for a very long time.
This attack seemed simple, but it actually concealed countless moves.
This attack was the Intellectual Sword, the vanguard of countless sword techniques.
The True Sword of the Orthodoxy, the Toppling Mountain Staff, the Gathering Evening Clouds of the Three Forms of Wenshui, and the cold branch intent of the temple sword were all contained in this attack.
After this attack, he had also prepared three of his most powerful and unknown moves.
No matter how Zhou Tong responded, he would be swallowed up by the countless sword techniques like the raging waves of a river.
Or perhaps he would be killed in one blow.
Yet the following development somewhat exceeded his expectations.
It was not that Zhou Tong had suddenly broken through and become a supreme expert of the Divine Domain.
It was not that his teacher had suddenly appeared on the scene.
It was that Zhou Tong's response was somewhat strange.
Zhou Tong's response was no response.
He did nothing at all.
With a squelch, the incomparably sharp dagger easily pierced through the official's robe and stabbed into Zhou Tong's chest like he was stabbing into mud.
Perhaps because the official's robe was too red, it was very difficult to see if there was any blood.
Zhou Tong's face was somewhat pale, his eyes extremely indifferent. Even when the sharp blade pierced through his body, he did not feel any pain at all.
He looked at Chen Chang Sheng, his eyes full of ridicule, as if he was looking at an extremely stupid dead person.
Zhou Tong was a very sinister and powerful minister, an upper level Star Condensation expert.
The news that Chen Changsheng and Wang Po wanted to kill him had long since spread throughout the entire capital, so it was impossible for him to be unprepared.
No matter how well-prepared Chen Chang Sheng was, it was impossible for him to kill him so easily.
The moment the short sword pierced through the crimson official's gown, Chen Chang Sheng knew there was a problem.
Perhaps there was a problem with this entire matter, or perhaps there was a problem with Zhou Tong as a person.
In the next moment, Zhou Tong's body vanished before his eyes.
The red official robe landed on the armchair.
An extremely thick stench of blood flowed along the stone steps like water, then spread and enveloped the entire courtyard.
Zhou Tong, who had been sitting in the armchair all this time, was actually not a real existence, but just a piece of clothing.
How did he do it? How could he hide it from so many subordinates? Most incomprehensible of all was, how could he hide it from Chen Changsheng's eyes?
Chen Changsheng had been born in the Sacred Light, bathed in dragon blood, had his internal organs washed by the Tianhai Divine Empress. His eyes were incomparably bright. Whether it was an array or a disguise, it was very difficult for him to not see through them.
Then there was only one possibility left. What had been deceived was not his eyes, but his mind.
Many people knew that Zhou Tong cultivated a secret mental technique to an extremely profound and terrifying level, called the Great Crimson Gown.
Perhaps it was because of this?
Chen Changsheng naturally knew of the strength of Zhou Tong's secret mental technique. He had once fought with the Great Crimson Gown here, and had even experienced it twice.
He truly had not expected Zhou Tong's Great Crimson Gown to be so powerful, far surpassing the last two times.
He did not know that the last two times he could emerge unscathed from Zhou Tong's Great Crimson Gown was because the Tianhai Divine Empress had rubbed a drop of tea between his brows.
But now, the person was gone and the tea was cold.
… …
… …
Zhou Tong was not here.
Chen Chang Sheng's sword naturally missed.
All his preparations, all the countless sword techniques and tricks he had hidden behind him, all of them had come to nothing.
Most importantly, his spirit, will, and resolve had all fallen into the air.
The cold wind howled, the crabapple tree swayed, and Xiao De flew through the air, another fist coming.
Chen Changsheng's sword had gone too far, so he naturally could not return too quickly.
Under the influence of the wind from the fist, his clothes fluttered in the wind, making his movements seem very slow.
However, this sluggishness had a very stable rhythm.
He turned his wrist and lightly shook it, placing the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his left hand on his shoulder.
This series of actions was very clean and efficient.
Xiao De's fist once more smashed against the Yellow Paper Umbrella, the boundless energy striking solid ground.
Chen Changsheng was like a kite whose string had been cut, sent flying into the central room that had only been repaired a few dozen days ago.
With a dull thud, his body smashed through several hard stone walls and then heavily crashed to the ground.
There was a great cloud of dust as buildings collapsed one by one.
He stood up from the gravel on the ground.
Xiao De, covered in blood, had come up behind him like a true monster.
The air constantly howled as several dozen experts stood on the walls and trees, surrounding the courtyard.
Even the weakest of these experts was at the Star Condensation Realm.
They came from the various ministries of the Imperial Court, the military, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and there were even some that belonged to this place to begin with, assassins of the Department for Purging Officials.
Zhou Tong was not here.
He had used the secret technique of the Great Crimson Gown to create a great mystery.
Today was clearly a trap.
Chen Changsheng had stepped into this trap.
In the face of this reality, many people would be extremely flustered, their moods somewhat disorderly.
Even if they were not flustered and their moods not disorderly, they would always feel a little defeated.
Even if their will far surpassed that of mortals, since they had fallen into the opponent's trap, they would always display a little vigilance.
Even if their Dao hearts were brightly lit and could completely dispel these negative emotions, they would probably still feel some regret. At the very least, they would want to know, since Zhou Tong was not here, where was he?
Chen Changsheng did not.
He put away the Yellow Paper Umbrella, put his sword and sheath back together, and then turned to Xiao De and the surrounding experts.
His movements were neither flustered nor disorderly, his expression very calm. There was no sense of defeat on his face, no wariness of some scheme.
He had never imagined that the Zhou Tong in the courtyard was fake, which was why he had unleashed such a thunderous strike.
Why was he so calm now, as if he had long ago predicted all this?
Xiao De found it impossible to understand his calmness. He grew somewhat wary as he asked, "You guessed it?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I thought about this possibility before, but this place is not easy to enter. If I wanted to kill my way in, I could not think like this, so I did not think like this."
These words were rather convoluted, but Xiao De understood them very clearly.
If Chen Changsheng truly believed that Zhou Tong was not here, even if it was just the slightest bit of hope, he would not have been able to press forward with such an indomitable will.
And if he could not press forward with such an indomitable will, it would have been utterly impossible for him to reach this courtyard and stab at the Great Crimson Gown on the Imperial Tutor Chair with that sword.
Xiao De asked, "Then why are you so calm?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I've already done my best. With a clear conscience, I can naturally be calm."
Xiao De mocked, "It's that vulgar way of speaking again."
"I'm not talking about my intentions, I'm saying that I've already achieved my goal."
After saying this, Chen Changsheng began to cough, seeming to be in some pain.
He had received two of Xiao De's punches. Although he had the protection of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, several of his bones had been broken.
Not seeing blood was just a habit of his in battle. In reality, the true essence flowing through his meridians was already beginning to slow down.
Xiao De slowly narrowed his eyes. "You don't even know where Zhou Tong is, but you dare say that you've achieved your goal?"
"No one knows where a broken kite will land, but he's not. He's just a dog, and I've scared him so much that he doesn't dare to stay here."
Chen Changsheng asked, "How long can a stray dog live?"
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