Chapter 905: The Little Red Flower Shakes the World
Boundless Azure's horsetail whisk and Daoist robes wrapped layer upon layer around the iron sword falling from the sky.
All around Unique Crimson, the air was filled with traces of Wu arrows piercing through the void like a torrential downpour.
The White Tiger Divine General's iron spear thrust downward.
Just as the Azure-clad Guest had predicted, this thrust failed to pierce Chen Changsheng's body.
An immensely sacred aura radiated outward as the Divine Staff of the State appeared behind him, blocking that violent yet treacherous strike!
The White Tiger Divine General let out a sharp cry, his true essence erupting as the iron spear tore through that sacred radiance, driving toward Chen Changsheng.
With a crisp clang, Chen Changsheng crossed his sword before him, clashing head-on with the White Tiger Divine General. His face grew even paler.
At that moment, a presence appeared on the cliff terrace.
This presence was difficult to describe in words. It carried a peculiar odor—a strong fishy scent, yet not foul, but utterly terrifying.
It was like the briny smell of seawater, or the stench of blood from fish whose fins had been severed in the ocean.
This presence was so powerful, so dreadfully strong, that even the sacred aura emitted by the Divine Staff of the State was suppressed!
The presence came from the Azure-clad Guest.
At the final moment, he no longer needed to conceal himself. He wildly released his presence into heaven and earth, revealing an unimaginably formidable cultivation realm!
The minor sect cultivators standing near him were shaken by this overwhelmingly tyrannical presence, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.
From a great distance, the Azure-clad Guest struck a palm toward Chen Changsheng's back!
In the sky above the cliff terrace, a giant azure palm appeared, carrying the stench of sea wind and blood, howling down through the air toward Chen Changsheng's head.
This giant azure palm contained terrifying power, crashing down like an entire ocean!
Compared to the Azure-clad Guest's technique, Boundless Azure's Lotus Sea Connecting to Heaven seemed far weaker!
Sensing this presence and seeing that Azure-clad Guest, Xu Yourong's face turned deathly pale. She wondered where such a powerful expert had come from!
The Azure-clad Guest was far stronger in realm and strength than Boundless Azure—he was undoubtedly a true expert who had immersed himself in the Sacred Domain for many years.
The problem was that there were only a handful of such experts across the entire continent. Who didn't know them?
The Azure-clad Guest's presence clearly didn't belong to any known figure. Where had this person come from?
Tang Thirty-Six, Gou Hanshi, Hu Sanshi'er, and the other priests and Nanxi Zhai disciples were all stunned, unable even to speak.
With his severely injured body, Chen Changsheng was fighting the White Tiger Divine General while being ambushed by such a terrifying Sacred Domain expert. To anyone, he seemed to have fallen into a death trap.
Who could save him now?
The beast tide in the Zhou Garden? Nanke? Or the Heavenly Book Monuments on his wrist?
No, none of these would work.
The Azure-clad Guest's realm and strength were too terrifying!
Suddenly, the sword's momentum in the sky surged, the clear light seeming to be coated with a layer of cold radiance.
Clearly, Wang Po had sensed the Azure-clad Guest's presence and killing intent. He was trying to break through the Lotus Sea to save Chen Changsheng.
The horsetail whisk's strands snapped one by one. The iron sword was about to fall.
But it still hadn't fallen.
The clear light landed on the cliff terrace, and the sharp sword intent also descended.
Yet the Azure-clad Guest remained unmoved.
He had calculated it clearly.
Three breaths meant three breaths.
Boundless Azure could at least hold back that iron sword for three breaths.
Once he killed Chen Changsheng, the sword momentum falling from the sky might injure him a little, but what did that matter?
Boundless Azure and Unique Crimson, the couple, would have to bear the crime of killing the Pope. They had no choice but to join forces with him.
With three Sacred Domain experts working together, no matter how strong that iron sword was, what could it do?
No matter how cautious the Prince of Xiang was, by then, wouldn't he see clearly the situation on the field?
Given the Chen imperial clan's nature, he would surely step in personally, seeking the greatest credit.
Wang Po would die without a doubt!
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Wang Po would die.
The Pope would die.
The Saintess would die.
The Li Palace would fall.
The Saintess Peak would fall silent.
The State Church would decline.
White Emperor City was already in my hands.
Using Snow Old City to control the imperial court.
First, divide the world into three.
Then, split it equally.
Finally, rule it all alone!
This magnificent vision had been imagined and secretly sketched by him and his clan for many years.
Today, it had finally ushered in an immensely grand beginning.
The Azure-clad Guest's eyes remained cold, but deep within, the flame called ambition had begun to burn.
As long as his palm fell, no matter what treasures or even divine artifacts of the State Church Chen Changsheng carried, they would all be smashed to dust.
For this, he had already prepared to lose several fingers.
But then.
The next moment.
A streak of crimson suddenly appeared on that magnificent vision!
All the images—golden spears and iron horses, the leisurely walk on the divine path, the demon peering from the abyss—were blurred by that crimson, no longer clear!
That crimson grew brighter and brighter, as if it were about to turn into blood.
The flame deep in the Azure-clad Guest's eyes suddenly went out.
Because his palm hadn't fallen.
Chen Changsheng hadn't died.
Blocking his palm was a little red flower.
All the red he saw came from it.
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An extremely muffled sound fell into the ears of everyone on the cliff terrace.
It was like striking wet cotton, like landing in mud, like a patch of wet red.
A little red flower appeared behind Chen Changsheng.
Then, it began to bloom, to blossom, producing countless petals, swaying upward to catch that giant azure palm falling from the sky.
Light and shadow suddenly became chaotic. Killing intent surged. The Azure-clad Guest's pupils contracted sharply.
Of course, he recognized that little red flower.
All cultivators recognized that little red flower.
For many years past, this little red flower had always been tied to Unique Crimson's pinky finger.
Only today, when that thin string and the Falling Star Stone's black hole vortex were destroyed together, did the little red flower gain its freedom, able to move as it pleased.
But where the little red flower went and what it did still followed its master's will.
It suddenly appeared behind Chen Changsheng, blocking the Azure-clad Guest's fatal strike. Naturally, this was Unique Crimson's intention.
Why would Unique Crimson suddenly act to save Chen Changsheng?
Chen Changsheng was the murderer of his son! Even if Chen Changsheng's final statement earlier—that he was willing to leave with him—had raised some doubts, how could it come to this?
The Azure-clad Guest couldn't understand why, and he didn't continue to think about it.
Because thinking also took time.
As a Sacred Domain expert, with just a flicker of thought, he could deduce the causes and consequences of many things in an extremely short time.
But the Azure-clad Guest knew that he couldn't afford even that little time now.
Three breaths were truly very short, arriving in an instant.
Without hesitation, the Azure-clad Guest flew out toward the cliff, not sparing another glance at the field.
Whether the White Tiger Divine General could kill Chen Changsheng or whether the Prince of Xiang was ready to act no longer mattered to him.
His departure was like wind and thunder, his robes fluttering, shattering that green tree, and in an instant, he was hundreds of zhang away.
But that little red flower seemed to possess a certain spirituality. After shattering the giant azure palm falling from the sky, it suddenly vanished from its spot, appearing in an instant in the air beyond the cliff. Its petals scattered like rain, covering several li of the sky, sealing off the Azure-clad Guest's escape route.
Each crimson petal contained terrifying power, as heavy as a mountain.