Chapter 603 – You Are the Most Tempting Fruit (1/2)
Chapter 603 – You Are the Most Tempting Fruit
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Do you know what you are doing?”
The voice seeping through the Pope's lips was no longer like water, but a bone-chilling cold.
Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and solemnly declared, ”I'm well aware of what I am doing.”
He seemed very calm, but he was actually very nervous, the hands gripping the arms of the wheelchair slightly shaking, even the blood on his face dulling due to his emotions.
He did not use the Blazing Sword technique. He had placed his true essence under a certain level of control to ensure that the speed at which his true blood flowed out of his body was not too quick.
But for the Pope, one of the supreme experts of the world, it would naturally be easy to catch scent of his blood's odor at such a close distance.
The sea of stars within the Pope's eyes had already transformed into a raging river.
Chen Changsheng was taking a risk, a risk that put his life in danger, or even a danger that exceeded this sort of level.
He had done so on purpose.
As he was incapable of knowing exactly what his master's intentions were, his martial uncle the Pope was his most important elder in this world, yet he was also the person that he could trust the least.
The Pope had said that Archbishop Mei Lisha had no evil intentions against him, so what about the Pope himself?
He had to clearly know what sort of stance the Pope had towards him, whether he held goodwill or malice towards his existence.
If the Pope held malice towards his existence, then he would obtain from his body the greatest of benefits and would just eat him.
This sort of temptation and desire was far more important than the imperial throne, far more important than authority.
Just what would the Pope do?
He quietly gazed at the rampaging river of stars in the Pope's eyes, his tension gradually fading, leaving behind only calm, true calm.
The Pope stared at him, the raging river of stars growing even more frightening, as if it could swallow the entire world at any moment.
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Xu Yourong stood in the light, quietly examining the murals on the walls. Her head was raised, but she was not looking up.
Upon this mural, the images of twelve sages were drawn. These twelve sages were not all Saints, but they all played critical roles in the Orthodoxy's history, and so their status was even higher than the Saints.
It was said that this several-dozen-zhang-tall stone wall and the murals drawn upon it were all made with materials mixed with fragments of Heavenstones. As long as there was the tiniest external source of light, they would release boundless light.
Consequently, whether day or night, this place would also be so illuminated and dignified.
Suddenly, the rays of light within the hall grew even brighter, even somewhat dazzling.
Xu Yourong slightly squinted her eyes, her beautiful eyes like willow leaves and also like the edges of a sword.
She had sensed the raging energies within the light and opened her arms wide.
With two claps, the Tong Bow came to be gripped in her left hand while the temple sword was gripped in her right.
Whoosh!
Two pure white wings unfurled behind and slowly beat the air.
Besides those twelve sages, the mural also contained many other Saints and Divine Messengers.
The Divine Messenger at the highest point had an indifferent expression, but its eyes were extremely brutal, wanting nothing more than to swallow all living beings before it.
This was the Divine Messenger of destruction.
As she gazed at this Divine Messenger on the mural, Xu Yourong had a very calm expression.
In this period of time in which she had stood in the Great Hall of Light, she had not completely recovered from her injuries, had not completely recovered her true essence and Sacred Light, but she had already prepared for battle.
She had already forcefully brought her cultivation to its peak. Her Tong Bow in her left, the temple sword in her right, her two wings ready to take flight.
If a battle truly did begin, she would not hesitate to ignite her Heavenly Phoenix true blood.
Although she was still not at Star Condensation, in her current state, even Guan Bai using his most powerful Heavenly Dao Sword would not be a match for her.
But in this battle, her opponent was not Guan Bai, nor was it that Divine Messenger of destruction on the mural, but the old man behind the stone wall upon which this mural was drawn.
This old man was one of the supreme experts of the world.
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They were only separated by a single wall from the Great Hall of Light.
The Pope stood in front of the wheelchair and stared at Chen Changsheng, the river of stars within his eyes raging and surging, the expression on his face abnormally apathetic like a ruthless and ignorant god.