Chapter 898: Desperate Situation After Three Swords
Chen Changsheng knew that even if he unleashed all his techniques, he absolutely could not withstand this wave of frigid, annihilating intent.
He had only one choice: retreat.
The problem was that a Divine Domain powerhouse could traverse thousands of mountains and rivers freely, moving at speeds ordinary people couldn't even imagine. Unless one possessed extraordinary talents like Nanke, Xu Yourong, or Jin Yulu, who could barely sustain such speed for a time, who could possibly be faster?
Infinite Green flew to the stage, her horsetail whisk about to descend.
Chen Changsheng suddenly vanished from his spot, reappearing dozens of zhang away on the mountain path, the Stainless Sword in his hand.
Infinite Green's oppressive aura pressed forward, the annihilating intent blanketing heaven and earth. The mountain path shattered instantly, countless cracks spreading across the stone steps.
A clear sword light appeared on the cliff-top ledge. Chen Changsheng emerged at the other end of that light, now over two hundred zhang away in the open ground.
That annihilating aura chased after him like a rain cloud.
Just as it was about to strike him, Chen Changsheng vanished again, carrying a sharp, piercing sword intent, and reappeared before a protruding pile of rocks at the edge of the ledge.
Infinite Green's horsetail whisk never managed to fall, because it couldn't lock onto his figure precisely.
He didn't have Nanke or Xu Yourong's speed. The reason he could move so fast was that he wasn't using movement techniques, but his most adept skill—the sword.
The moment the Southern Creek Sect's sword formation fell into chaos and Infinite Green tore through the air, he had already drawn the Stainless Sword.
Then, without hesitation, he unleashed three sword techniques in succession, without any pause or even a moment's thought.
These three sword techniques were the National Teaching's True Sword, the final form of the Li Mountain Dharma Sword, and the "Sunset Hanging" from the Wenshui Three Styles.
These were the most decisive sword techniques he had mastered, and of course, he had woven the Yashiki Step into them.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.
Many knew of Chen Changsheng's talent in the sword, and some even considered him a master of the sword despite his youth.
But few had ever seen him wield a sword firsthand. Only today did they realize that His Holiness the Pope's sword cultivation was indeed unfathomable—under the full pursuit of a Divine Domain powerhouse, he could move his own sword momentum so freely and naturally.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Changsheng had traveled several li, reaching the chaotic cliffs, successfully evading Infinite Green's most violent killing strike.
But his sword momentum was spent, and worse, he had been forced by Infinite Green into a dead end in the terrain. How could he escape further?
Infinite Green flew into the air before him. Her oppressive aura had slightly weakened from its peak, but her killing intent burned even fiercer!
Heaven and earth responded. Dark clouds shrouded the cliff-top, the light growing dim.
A venomous shriek tore through the gloomy clouds, resounding across heaven and earth.
"Die!"
She swung her horsetail whisk down at Chen Changsheng.
Countless tiny bolts of lightning crackled within the whisk's strands, emitting a terrifying snapping sound.
Those electric lights illuminated her pale, hate-filled face, making her look like a vengeful spirit, fearsome to behold.
Just as the whisk was about to strike Chen Changsheng, a sword light once again cut through the dark sky.
This sword light wasn't particularly bright—in fact, it was somewhat dim—but it gave off an exceptionally reliable feeling.
The Stainless Sword had connected with the Hidden Edge Sheath, becoming a longsword.
This was the Stainless Sword's strongest form, and the form Chen Changsheng chose in desperate situations.
That sword light didn't come from the sword's swing, but from the sword itself.
Chen Changsheng held the hilt in his left hand and the blade's tip in his right, bracing the sword horizontally before him.
His hands were utterly steady, without a single tremor.
This horizontal stance was an iron chain, a river embankment.
This was the third sword passed down to him by Su Li, now renowned across the world—the Clumsy Sword!
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The whisk fell upon the sword.
In an instant, the blade, bright as if washed ten thousand times, showed extremely fine traces of corrosion.
The Stainless Sword was forged from the most precious True Dragon Whiskers of the Golden Dragon—absolutely smooth, leaving no dirt or bloodstains; absolutely hard, impossible for anything to scratch. It could be called a perfect sword material, ranking on the Hundred Weapons List as soon as it appeared. Yet now, it seemed unable to withstand this. Why?
Those corrosion marks came from the lightning and the annihilating, frenzied aura carried within the whisk.
Those bolts of lightning and that aura hadn't truly damaged the Stainless Sword's material, but they had destroyed the sword intent Chen Changsheng had imbued in it.
The annihilating, frenzied aura from the infinite deep seabed effortlessly crushed the serene sword intent from the old temple in Xining Town.
This didn't mean the former was superior to the latter, but rather that Infinite Green's realm was far higher than Chen Changsheng's.
That threshold was high, forged of iron, impossible to casually cross. Anyone brave enough to try often ended up battered and bloodied.
A thunderous boom erupted.
A gale howled across the cliff-top ledge. Several parasol trees were shredded into fragments. Over a dozen cultivators who hadn't dodged in time were blasted off the cliff, their screams rising sharply before cutting off abruptly—presumably their meridians had snapped midair, their life force extinguished.
The sword intent was shattered, with no strength left to sustain it. The Stainless Sword, along with the Hidden Edge Sheath, was knocked back, striking Chen Changsheng's chest.
With a dull thud, Chen Changsheng slammed heavily into the pile of cliff rocks, sending countless gravel flying. His face was pale, his expression slightly dimmed.
If he hadn't used those three swords to evade Infinite Green at her peak, when her momentum was already waning, he would have been severely injured and unable to rise again.
Of course, there was another crucial reason: he had bathed in the true blood of the Frost Dragon. Otherwise, even with his perfect marrow cleansing, he couldn't have withstood this.
A violent shriek burst from Infinite Green's thin lips.
This shriek carried the pleasure of killing her enemy, along with endless venom.
She would give Chen Changsheng no chance to counterattack, nor would she give anyone in the arena a chance to rescue him.
That horsetail whisk released countless strands of annihilating aura, descending toward Chen Changsheng among the rocks.
Countless green lotus leaves emerged from the void, sealing off the surroundings.
Gou Hanshi's expression shifted. Bathed in starlight, he tore through the air, sword already in hand, but clearly too late.
Hu Sanshier and the Southern Domain's Daoist Bishop also rushed over.
The Southern Creek Sect disciples were so shocked their faces lost color, cries of alarm rising, but they were even slower.
Who could save Chen Changsheng now?
Strangely, Tang Thirty-Six didn't move. He stared at Henhenhong in the middle of the ledge, clutching his most powerful life-saving artifact, lost in thought.
Strangely, Bie Yanghong also didn't move. He gazed quietly at some point beyond the cliff, as if still pondering the words Chen Changsheng had spoken earlier.
As his wife was about to kill the man who had slain his son, regardless of his feelings, he should have been watching that scene.
What was he thinking? What was he looking at? Or rather, who was he waiting for?