Chapter 208: The True Final Sword
When that spear tip emerged from the void, Chen Changsheng blocked it with his sword, using the Clumsy Sword.
From the moment he resolved to kill the Demon Lord, to entering the courtyard in the night, until finally arriving before the Radiant Angel, he had used the Wisdom Sword.
So for this final strike, he naturally used the Burning Sword.
These were the three swords Su Li had taught him on the wasteland back then.
Seeing the sword light flare up, the Radiant Angel’s expression shifted slightly, and then he raised his left hand.
He seemed surprised that Chen Changsheng’s speed had suddenly become so fast, and his true essence had also grown much stronger.
With a soft *crack*, Chen Changsheng’s sword was caught between the Radiant Angel’s fingers, unable to move, like a mosquito trapped in a pinch.
The Stainless Sword possessed unparalleled sharpness, but clamped tightly, it could not cut through the angel’s fingers.
This should have been Chen Changsheng’s strongest strike, yet it posed no threat to the Radiant Angel.
Logically, the Radiant Angel should now attack Chen Changsheng in an overwhelming manner.
But for some reason, a trace of fear appeared deep in his eyes.
Was Su Li possibly in the Radiant Continent at this moment? Or had he once seen this sword? Or did he sense something else?
Chen Changsheng didn’t notice the Radiant Angel’s emotional shift. He continued burning his true essence, pressing forward.
The Stainless Sword did not advance a single inch.
The fear deep in the Radiant Angel’s eyes turned into rage. He twisted his two fingers.
The Stainless Sword bent like a rainbow but did not break.
An unimaginable, immense force transmitted through the sword body to Chen Changsheng’s hand.
With a series of faint sounds, countless cracks appeared in his wrist bones, threatening to snap at any moment.
Chen Changsheng paid it no mind. The three swords Su Li had taught him on the wasteland were not his true killing move.
These three swords were merely the means to bring him before the Radiant Angel.
The five stone beads on the sword hilt, transformed from the Heavenly Book Monoliths, spun rapidly and shot along the sword body toward the Radiant Angel’s face.
The Radiant Angel immediately sensed something wrong.
In the air between him and Chen Changsheng, the principles of heaven and earth were changing.
What thing could alter the rules of heaven and earth within such a small range?
The Radiant Angel’s face suddenly turned abnormally pale, nearly transparent, like glass.
Countless rays of light burst from his body, shooting in all directions!
If it were an ordinary cultivator of this continent, merely touching these rays of light filled with infinite power might incinerate them on the spot.
Chen Changsheng would not. His body was also filled with such light, even more abundant and purer.
The Radiant Angel released his fingers without hesitation and began to retreat into the night.
With a sharp *clang*, the Stainless Sword rebounded, slicing through space with extreme sharpness but failing to touch the Radiant Angel’s body.
The string of stone beads formed from the Heavenly Book Monoliths shot along the sword body but also failed to land on the Radiant Angel.
Several streaks of flowing light illuminated Chen Changsheng’s eyes—traces left by the flapping of the Radiant Angel’s wings.
At the Radiant Angel’s speed, once he retreated, Chen Changsheng would find it hard to catch up, let alone have another chance at close combat.
At that point, he could only watch that light spear from afar and enter true desperation.
Chen Changsheng was not flustered, nor did he despair.
Because the stone beads from the Heavenly Book Monoliths were not his final resort either.
With a soft *click*, the Stainless Sword separated from the Hidden Edge Scabbard.
Chen Changsheng gripped the front of the scabbard and swung it down toward the night before him.
This motion was very much like Luo Luo swinging the Rainfall Whip, or like sprinkling water.
Countless sword lights burst from the scabbard’s mouth, like a river of stars, with faint dragon roars hidden within.
The Radiant Angel’s light wings behind him flapped continuously.
The night sky echoed with countless sounds of collision.
Though it was the cutting of swords against light wings, it produced a sound like metal striking stone—unusually crisp and bright.
Sparks flew in the night sky like a tree of fire and silver flowers, more beautiful than the earlier fireworks filling the sky.
Countless sword slashes left no mark on those two light wings, naturally failing to harm the Radiant Angel’s divine body.
Those sword lights scattered like fireflies, no longer able to stop the Radiant Angel from leaving the attack range of the Heavenly Book Monoliths.
Even at this moment, Chen Changsheng’s eyes remained calm.
The Heavenly Book Monoliths were not his final resort, nor was raining swords from the scabbard.
His final sword was not in his scabbard, nor in his hand.
That sword came from elsewhere.
It was not his sword.
It was her sword.
Xu Yourong returned from the night.
The Great Light returned once more.
The Zhai Sword broke through the air, slashing toward the Radiant Angel.
Chen Changsheng extended his right hand, passing through the string of stone beads, and grasped the sword hilt again in the night.
He once again executed the Burning Sword, slashing at the Radiant Angel.
Both Xu Yourong’s sword and his own radiated infinite light and heat.
The two sword lights met in the night, then merged into one, becoming even brighter, as if the entire sea of stars had descended to the mortal world.
The sword intents of the two swords fused, becoming immensely powerful and profoundly sacred and solemn.
At the deepest core of that sacred solemnity was a trace of killing intent, its origin unknown.
That killing intent appeared abruptly, then swelled to an overwhelming scale.
From the yellow sand covering the ground to the sky split between light and night, everything instantly became parched.
Before the two sword lights, it seemed the entire world would be burned to ashes!
The Radiant Angel’s gaze suddenly turned deep and profound.
He did not retreat further.
He raised his light spear.
He sensed very clearly that these two sword lights, capable of incinerating the world, could not be dodged by speed alone—only confronted head-on.
When Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong’s sword lights met, the Demon Lord also sensed something, his face showing an expression of utter shock.
Without hesitation, he summoned all his powerful demonic artifacts and laid down layer upon layer of formations around himself.
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An unimaginable power appeared between heaven and earth.
Countless terrifying shockwaves spread in all directions.
Fierce winds howled, yellow sand filled the sky.
The blind zither player was blasted into the night.
The night was burned so thin by the two blazing sword lights and the aura of destruction that it seemed ready to tear at any moment.
This courtyard was located by a stream not far from the Xiang clan estate, with a cliff outside one of its walls.
On the cliff face now appeared hundreds of extremely thin stone pillars, looking like stone swords, radiating a faint, chilling aura.
No one knew when or how these sword-like stone pillars had appeared—it was quite miraculous.
The wind and sand gradually quieted, the night grew very faint, and heavenly light once again fell into the courtyard, illuminating the scene clearly.
Xu Yourong’s face was as beautiful as a painting, her expression calm and focused, showing no sign of injury.
But behind her on the yellow sand were several patches of flame, likely phoenix blood burning.
Chen Changsheng’s face was very pale.
The hand gripping his sword trembled slightly, and the tiger’s mouth was split open, bleeding.
His injuries should be severe.
Opposite them.
That angel stood in the yellow sand, right hand gripping the light spear, wings gently drifting, expression indifferent.
On the yellow sand, traces of blood could faintly be seen, along with a single broken, pure white feather.
Clearly, he too was injured, and not lightly.
And that was enough.
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The Radiant Angel was actually injured?
No matter how strong Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong’s talents were, they had ultimately not crossed that threshold.
Before Wang Po struck that blade in Luo River, he couldn’t bring any harm to the Iron Tree either.
How had they managed it?
Looking at the scene before him, the Demon Lord was utterly shaken, thinking, *Is this the union of two swords?* (To be continued.)