Chapter 910: Between Life and Death
Qing Ye suddenly flew swiftly, transforming into a sharp arrow, shooting toward those several Azure-robed Daoists.
The Azure-robed Daoists sensed the power contained within the Wu Arrow, their expressions instantly turning stern. Not daring to be careless, a dim sword light enveloped their front bodies.
Seizing this opportunity, Chen Changsheng moved. Stepping in the Yashi Step, he shifted from Douzhen to Niusu, like a wisp of light smoke, stabbing toward the back of the White Tiger Divine General.
The White Tiger Divine General had no time to turn around, his expression slightly lifting as his iron spear rose with the breaking wind!
He was somewhat surprised that Xu Yourong would suddenly make a move, but he had long anticipated Chen Changsheng’s sword strike.
Countless star radiance spilled from the gaps in his armor, extremely bright, condensing into a smooth surface. Its surface was exceptionally polished, its form utterly perfect, seemingly without any flaw.
Chen Changsheng’s sword, like lightning, evaded the iron spear’s block and thrust forward, yet failed to pierce that smooth surface.
Since he had begun learning swordsmanship from Su Li on the wasteland years ago, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Before this, whether it was Divine General Xue He or a powerhouse of Xiao De’s caliber, his Wisdom Sword could always penetrate their defenses.
Could it be that this man possessed a Perfect Star Domain!
Countless sword scars and bursts of light and heat erupted between the two.
Through these rays of light, Chen Changsheng saw the White Tiger Divine General’s utterly indifferent face.
Back when Su Li had evaluated the current generation of cultivation powerhouses on the wasteland, he had said that none of these fellows today truly possessed a Perfect Star Domain.
The White Tiger Divine General’s performance today seemed to overturn that assertion.
Chen Changsheng could sense that this man’s realm was indeed formidable, even infinitely close to that of Xue Xingchuan in his prime!
Whether he used the Wisdom Sword or the Burning Sword, it was extremely difficult to break through this man’s defense, at least in the short term.
The White Tiger Divine General himself was even more aware of this. He looked at Chen Changsheng through the light, a faint disdain in his eyes.
Suddenly, a trace of pain appeared in his gaze, shattering that disdain completely, then transforming into boundless shock.
His so-called Perfect Star Domain had actually been torn open with a crack!
What was going on?
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Before Chen Changsheng’s sword met the White Tiger Divine General’s iron spear, a person had already stepped out from the ranks of the imperial envoy delegation.
Whether in attire or appearance, that person was utterly ordinary and unremarkable, so inconspicuous that no one had paid any attention at first.
That person’s steps seemed slow, yet they quickly reached the middle of the cliff plateau several hundred zhang away.
That person’s steps were light, so light that they made no sound, stirred no wind, and even seemed to lack breath or scent.
Even the White Tiger Divine General, at the peak of the Star Gathering realm, had not sensed him arriving behind him.
That person, like a true ghost, stood silently behind the White Tiger Divine General, his indifferent gaze fixed on the back of the White Tiger Divine General’s neck.
Finally, someone noticed this eerie scene, and an infinite chill arose within them.
Someone in the imperial envoy delegation reacted, wanting to warn him, but it was already too late.
That person raised his hands and struck down toward the back of the White Tiger Divine General’s neck.
Several streaks of extremely sharp energy, so piercing that even looking at them with the naked eye felt bone-chilling, appeared before his hands, resembling two wolf claws.
This was the calmest ambush, the most intelligent tactic in battle. No matter how perfect your Star Domain, I would stand within it and break it by force.
The sharp wolf claws descended, tearing open a gap in that perfect, smooth surface formed by the White Tiger Divine General’s star radiance.
That gap was very small, so small that it could go unnoticed if not carefully observed.
The killing power of those two wolf claws seemed hardly enough to harm the White Tiger Divine General.
But in the eyes of the truly profound and lofty figures present, those two wolf claws were the most dangerous existence.
They vaguely saw a ferocious wild wolf silently approaching the back of its prey, lowering its head with an indifferent expression to bite the prey’s neck.
Only when the sharp wolf fangs pierced the prey’s blood vessels, or even directly tore off the prey’s head, did the prey realize what had happened.
So dangerous and skilled at stealth and ambush—who else could that person be but Zhes Xiu!
Prince Xiang’s gaze suddenly turned icy cold, flames burning deep within, revolving into a great sun, as if lightning bolts were shooting out.
A cold wind rose beneath his feet, howling at high speed around his bloated waist, as if it were about to become a new belt.
He sensed that something might happen to the White Tiger Divine General and resolved to intervene and save him.
But Wang Po’s gaze fell upon him, his empty sleeve fluttering in the wind, looking like the string attached to a paper kite about to fall.
Bie Yanghong also looked toward Prince Xiang, the broken thread hanging from his little finger gently drifting, bright red petals dancing restlessly behind him.
Prince Xiang’s eyes narrowed, his hands resting on his belt, uncertain whether he would make a move next.
The standoff between the three Divine Domain powerhouses lasted only a very brief moment.
Because in that very brief moment, the outcome on the field had already been decided, and life and death had been determined.
Chen Changsheng’s sword, like the shadow of a white crane flying from the sky over a cold pool among the peaks, swept past the iron spear that resembled a mountain path and flew forward.
Zhes Xiu’s hands, like flower branches buried by the moonlight of the northern demon race, did not disturb the bird-like iron spear and landed on the back of the opponent’s neck.
The White Tiger Divine General knew someone had arrived, breaking his Perfect Star Domain, but he did not know where that person was.
At this moment, he had no energy to care where that person was.
Because Chen Changsheng’s sword had already arrived.
That short sword, as bright and clean as if washed by autumn water, combined with the Hidden Edge Sheath, made its killing intent even clearer and its sharpness more pronounced.
The gap torn in the White Tiger Divine General’s Star Domain was very small, but as long as there was an opening, it could be pierced by infinite sharpness.
The Stainless Sword passed through that gap and arrived before the White Tiger Divine General, drawing a streak of blood.
The White Tiger Divine General let out a fierce shout, wildly channeling his true essence. Star radiance burst forth like blooming flowers, surging toward heaven and earth.
The next moment, those bright star radiances suddenly dimmed, because an even brighter sword light appeared between heaven and earth.
Countless sword lights surged from Chen Changsheng’s hands, like countless fish swimming upstream, like the fireworks of a certain night in the capital.
This scene was incredibly beautiful, extraordinarily magnificent.
Countless sword howls rose and fell in succession, their chants unending, carrying countless sharp sword intents, cutting through everything in the middle of the cliff plateau.
Whether it was the hard ground or the armor, all were slashed to pieces. The gap in the Perfect Star Domain gradually expanded amid the dazzling sword light.
The mountaintop fell into a dead silence, with only the unceasing sounds of sword chants and wind-breaking.
Many knew of His Holiness the Pope’s most famous Thousand Swords Simultaneous Release, but witnessing this scene with their own eyes still left them speechless with shock.
Were these sword lights the Thousand Autumn Famous Swords from the Zhou Garden Sword Pond? Was this sword technique His Holiness the Pope’s ultimate move?
At least several hundred famous swords, like an endless river, slashed toward the White Tiger Divine General.
Even though the White Tiger Divine General’s realm and strength were formidable, with perfect marrow cleansing and immensely powerful true essence, how could he withstand this?
In an instant, dozens of sword wounds appeared on his robust body, blood splattering like a torrential rain.