(Yesterday, I wrote the wrong sentence about Su Li. First, I apologize, and then I thank my friend who likes to make trouble with flying saucers for reminding me. Regarding bugs, there will definitely be a lot of articles in the coming days. After Mother fell ill, the entire family spends the vast majority of their time in the hospital. I truly do not have enough time and energy to devote to work, so I will often stop updating and the quality will definitely not be stable. I ask for everyone's understanding and kindly remind me to testify. In the future, I will properly revise. Today, before I went to the hospital, the leader said to give Mother some nuts to eat. I smugly ran over to the tea table and bent down, and then … oh no, the protrusion of my lumbar disc came back. After a year, I thought back to last year's meeting with my book friends in Guangzhou. It felt very familiar. It was still that smell, it was still that inconvenient to move, it was still that pain, the pain of cursing.)
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"So, this is useless to me," Xiao De very seriously said to Chen Changsheng.
No matter how much hot water was added to the wooden tub, it was impossible to make the water boil. Even if you piled earth into a mountain taller than the Mausoleum of Books, it would still be impossible for it to be harder than stone. Even if Chen Changsheng really could turn himself into ten thousand, he still could not rely on quantity to break through to a higher level.
This principle was not difficult to understand.
Cultivating the Dao was the cruelest thing in the world. It was never believed that hard work could make up for one's lack of talent, that quantitative change could never lead to qualitative change.
Right now, he could simultaneously face many initial or even middle level Star Condensation experts, but it was very difficult to kill them all. More importantly, when he was facing peak Star Condensation experts like Xiao De and Xiao Zhang, the gap in cultivation levels between them would rapidly reduce his advantage in numbers.
Back in the Garden of Zhou, he had been able to directly confront the Golden-winged Great Peng controlled by Nanke, not because he was powerful, but because the ten thousand famed swords that had awakened in the Sword Pool had transformed the yearning they had accumulated over the centuries into battle intent. Only then could he display that world-shaking ultimate strike.
Now that the Garden of Zhou was quiet and the famed swords had returned to their respective mountains, the swords that remained by his side, nourished in the Vault Sheath and gradually becoming new, were no longer capable of condensing that sort of battle intent. In other words, the mystical sight of ten thousand swords forming a dragon could no longer be reproduced in this world.
"Of course, you're still very frightening." With sorrow for the present and fear for the future, Xiaode said, "If you survive and cultivate to the peak of Star Condensation, just what sort of situation will you and your swords create?"
If it really was as Xiao De said, then the future Chen Changsheng would be able to fight against ten thousand cavalry, able to besiege cities and destroy countries.
"At that time, people like us will not be able to resist at all in front of you. We will be beaten like dogs by you."
Xiao De paused, then looked at Chen Changsheng and continued, "And this is unfair to us."
The courtyard was deathly still. The broken crabapple tree had died a long time ago, and even the wind was silent between the floating swords, not daring to move.
When the experts of the Imperial Court heard Xiao De's words, they fell silent, complex emotions on their faces.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't say anything. His thin lips were slightly pressed together, forming a line.
Just like the line formed by the hundreds of swords in the snowy sky.
No martial cultivator was willing to see such a future. They were willing to become a dog under the sword of a peerless genius. Moreover, they were enemies to begin with.
In order to prevent such a terrifying future from appearing, the only thing they could do, the only thing they had to do, was kill the current Chen Changsheng.
Xiao De continued to calmly stare at Chen Changsheng. Suddenly, a tawny light surged out of his eyes and a terrifying Qi emerged.
This Qi was brimming with a primitive and barbaric aura. Even the tiniest fragment seemed to be dripping with the freshest beast blood.
His clothes were stretched taut, revealing his inner body that was as sturdy as a mountain, and then they were pierced through by countless beast hairs that were as hard as steel needles.
His chest originally had an extremely deep wound. It was caused by Chen Chang Sheng's Blazing Sword when they first fought. It had been slowly bleeding, but at this moment, the bleeding suddenly stopped. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then it could no longer be seen.
Chen Changsheng tightened his grip on his sword. He knew that his opponent was about to use his strongest move.
The Demi-human race possessed many advantages that humans found difficult to compare to, such as speed, strength, and the natural toughness of their bodies. But their greatest advantage was that demi-human experts could temporarily reveal their true bodies, borrowing from the ancestral bloodline hidden in their fate wheels to increase their speed and strength, allowing their bodies to become even more resilient.
This was the berserk transformation.
There was a hum in the courtyard. The crabapple branches scattered on the ground were blown up by the wind and smashed against the wall, where they became even finer.
Xiao De disappeared from the stone gate and appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.
The several hundred swords in the snowy sky trembled, then suddenly fell silent.
In a flash, Xiao De had crossed the distance of eight zhang and been struck by the six swords.
But these six swords that had successively displayed exquisite sword techniques could not slow his steps in the slightest.
Six sword slashes appeared on his body, blood seeping out of them.
As the supreme expert of the senior generation of the Demi-human race, his body was terrifyingly tough, and after the berserk transformation, it had reached an inconceivable level. If not for the fact that Chen Changsheng's swords had all come from the Sword Pool, famed swords from several hundred years ago, he might not even have been able to leave a few sword slashes on Xiao De's body.
In the wind and snow, Xiao De's fist smashed down at Chen Changsheng.
Just like at the very beginning, when they had first met outside the wall, he still did not use a weapon.
After returning from Mount Han, Xiao De's temperament had become much steadier, and his cultivation had also improved. The greatest change was that he had become even more confident in his fists.
He had a weapon, but on the mountain path of Mount Han, before he had time to pull it out, Liu Qing had stabbed him with the sword.
And then, in the persimmon forest by the stream, he had encountered the Demon Lord. Whether he took out his weapon or not, it was still a joke.
From that point on, Xiao De abandoned his weapon and only used his hands.
Compared to swords, sabers, spears, and magical artifacts, only the hands were the true weapons of cultivators.
Attacking was faster than drawing the sword.
It was also faster than Chen Changsheng's sword.
Before Chen Changsheng could strike, Xiao De's fist had arrived. Fortunately, he had been holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his left hand.
The umbrella borrowed the wind to rise and block Xiao De's fist.
The umbrella's surface caved in, a massive force surging through it. With a boom, Chen Changsheng's left foot, which had been left behind, sank deep into the ground.
The hard stone floor was crushed into a spiderweb by his foot, the center sinking deep like a whirlpool.
Several cracking sounds came from his body. He didn't know which part of his bones had cracked, or even broken.
A sword glow that was so sharp that it seemed rather mournful lit up at the edge of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
Xiao De bellowed and raised his fist to strike again. For a moment, a fierce gust of wind swept through the courtyard. The crabapple branches in the courtyard all disappeared, countless cracks appeared on the walls, and chunks of lime incessantly peeled off. It seemed like tens of thousands of years had passed in this brief moment.
As the fist descended like a mountain, the experts of the Imperial Court collectively attacked Chen Changsheng. Sword intents crisscrossed the courtyard, countless sword techniques emerging one after another.
After an unknown period of time, the place became quiet again.
Xiao De borrowed the force of the recoil to sweep back to the stone gate of the courtyard like a sandstorm, seemingly completely unharmed.
Suddenly, a soft scratching sound rang out on his face.
With this sound, a sword wound grew to about half an inch across his face. Blood flowed out, so deep that bone could be seen. It was abnormally terrifying.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the stone steps and sheathed his sword.
Several hard beast hairs fell from the sky and smashed on the ground like steel needles, emitting a crisp sound.
With this sound, Chen Changsheng began to cough, coughing incessantly. His face grew paler and paler, his feet trembling in the rubble and his body tottering.
It was obvious that his injuries were even worse than Xiao De's.
Xiao De's expression was very grave, but it was not because he had been injured by Chen Changsheng again. No matter how tough his body was, it was impossible for him to resist the Stainless Sword on the Tier of Legendary Weapons. It was because there was not a single sword wound on Chen Changsheng's body. This meant that in the chaotic battle just now, none of the swords of the several dozen experts of the Imperial Court had been able to get close to him.
In the face of his full-strength attack, Chen Changsheng had clearly suffered significant injuries, so how could he still control the several hundred swords in the courtyard?
Xiao De was very confused. It must be known that although the strength of Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, it was not too exaggerated for an expert like him.
Just how had Chen Changsheng done it?
Xiao De silently gazed at the several hundred swords in the snowy sky.
He did not understand this matter, but he could at least confirm that for Chen Changsheng to simultaneously control these several hundred swords, it was assuredly consuming his spiritual sense at an extremely rapid rate.
If this battle continued, it was highly likely that Chen Changsheng would not fall, but his spiritual sense would already be exhausted.
"How much longer can you last?"
Xiao De drew back his gaze and looked at Chen Changsheng. "If you insist on staying here, the final outcome will be to be punched to death by me one punch at a time."
Several hundred swords calmly floated in the snowy sky, guarding Chen Changsheng's surroundings.
This could be viewed as a defensive sword array, or as an offensive vanguard, but it was also like a prison cell.
It was very difficult for others to break into this prison cell, and it was also very difficult for Chen Changsheng to walk out, because he did not dare to open the door.
So how much longer could he last?
"I don't know." Chen Changsheng thought for a while, then said, "At least until Zhou Tong dies."
Upon hearing this, Xiao De finally understood and was somewhat shocked.
In truth, Chen Changsheng had already expressed his stance before, but he and the surrounding experts of the Imperial Court had not believed him.
But now, Xiao De was more and more convinced of his words, because even now, Chen Changsheng still had not left, still standing in front of the stone steps.
Chen Changsheng was here, so he and all the experts of the Imperial Court could only remain here.
The Great Zhou Imperial Court's arrangements today had originally been to kill Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, but after fighting for so long, Xiao De had already given up on this idea.
He knew that Chen Changsheng still had tricks up his sleeve. Just these swords floating in the snowy sky were simply not enough to defeat Eunuch Lin in the Orthodox Academy.
If Chen Changsheng used those tricks, he could at least break out of the encirclement.
Why did he not leave? Could it be that he really was stalling for time, waiting for Zhou Tong to be killed by someone else?
Chen Changsheng said nothing more, because he had already given his answer, and twice.
At the very beginning of today, it had been him and Wang Po who wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
Later on, the Imperial Court used this matter to kill him and Wang Po.
The situation was constantly changing, constantly swinging back and forth.
That person had still not appeared. He had probably been left behind in the Imperial Palace by his senior brother.
The Li Palace had been quiet this entire time, presumably temporarily suppressed by that Saint. But that Saint naturally could not do anything else.
The most crucial change in the entire situation was that Tie Shu had not been able to kill Wang Po, but had been killed by Wang Po.
Thus, they traced the source.
The situation had returned to its original starting point.
It was still killing Zhou Tong.
So he would hold on here, hold on until Zhou Tong died.
He believed that Zhou Tong would assuredly die.
No matter who killed him, he would die.
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