Chapter 619 – Killing Zhou (The Middle of the First Season) (1/2)
Chapter 619 – Killing Zhou (The Middle of the First Season)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the autumn of last year, on the first day of the All-School Martial Exhibition, in front of the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng broke through Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain in a single strike. Using the unexhausted sword energy, he brought Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po to take a carriage and intrude upon the alley of the Northern Military Department. Arriving at this courtyard of falling crabapple blossoms, they straightforwardly demanded that Zhou Tong release Zhexiu.
At the time, Zhou Tong had expressionlessly gazed at them, and they saw a sea of blood.
Both he and Tang Thirty-Six found it impossible to bear this mental pressure and pain and almost fell apart. Even long after they had departed this courtyard, they still could not forget the fear and terror brought by that sea of blood. Furthermore, Zhou Tong had only released a part of his might at the time, not like now where he immediately attacked.
It must be known that when Zhou Tong displayed the full power of his Great Crimson Gown, even if his opponent were an upper level Star Condensation expert, only an abnormal human like Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, who was constantly insane, would not be affected in any way. Even someone like Liang Wangsun would choose to temporarily protect his heart.
Chen Changsheng was just at the peak of Ethereal Opening. No matter how stable and formidable his spiritual sense, how much progress he had made in this one year, how could he oppose the sea of blood?
It now seemed that either his mind would be shattered by Zhou Tong's mental strike or he would maintain his consciousness by sheer fluke and be forced to draw back his sword, doing his utmost to retreat.
To cultivators, if they could not escape Zhou Tong's sea of blood, this sea of suffering, they could only sink within.
But if he chose to sheathe his sword and retreat, could he really escape this courtyard?
What happened next, no one expected.
Chen Changsheng's face was very pale, but he did not choose to escape, nor did he collapse.
His body went from illusory to real, his speed becoming many times slower, but he still gripped his sword and stabbed forward.
It was like he was advancing forward, waist-deep in a sea of blood. Although difficult, although slow, he pushed forward without stopping.
Seeing the light gradually tearing through the sea of blood, the approaching clear sword glow of the Stainless Sword, Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes!
Why was Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense at such a formidable level!
A bit more than two years ago, the Orthodox Academy only had Chen Changsheng.
In the library when fixing his Fated Star, his spiritual sense flaunted itself in the heavens above for nine days until it reached the depths of the sea of stars.
At the time, the Divine Empress and Mo Yu had a conversation on the Dew Platform.
His spiritual sense was very powerful, but not overbearing. The true aspect of his spiritual sense that was different from anyone else's was that it was very serene.
Only with serenity could one achieve great goals.
Could one travel great distances.
Now, his spiritual sense was not just serene, it was tenacious.
In this one year of time, he had borrowed the ten thousand sword intents within the Vault Sheath to hone and wash his spiritual sense innumerable times.
His spiritual sense had passed through that ocean of sword intent countless times before touching that black stone monolith on the other shore, never once having lost its bearings.
How could Zhou Tong's sea of blood possibly have the ability to make his spiritual sense sink down?
His wrist still bore a string of stone pearls. There were not many of them, but each one was a Heavenly Tome Monolith. Those stone pearls were now exuding faint threads of light, protecting his Dao heart.
Besides the reasons described above, the most important reason still lay within his body.
His current mental state was currently at the absolute highest it had ever been in his seventeen years of life.
He knew that he was about to die, so he walked towards death.
He faced death to live, and once he grew calm, there was nothing to fear.
Very rarely were there people who had his sort of experience. Of course, there was presumably no one that would want to have this sort of experience.
It could even be said that at least for these few days, he had already seen through life and death.
So he could resist the attack of Zhou Tong's mental technique, could persist forward in this frightening sea of blood that clung to him, until finally, the sword glow illuminated the room, the sword energy finally cut a path through the sea of blood, and he arrived in front of Zhou Tong!
Zhou Tong's dark and deep eyes were illuminated by this sword glow, a hint of remorse faintly visible within.
He knew of the masterful level to which Chen Changsheng had cultivated the sword, so he did not wish to contend with Chen Changsheng on this aspect. He only wanted to use his most powerful technique and resolve this all in the shortest amount of time. As a result, he allowed Chen Changsheng to raise his sword intent to its maximum extent while he directly used his mental technique to cut off space and strike. However, he had not expected for Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense to be so powerful, able to firmly resist his Great Crimson Gown and crash through the sea of blood, thus bringing that incomparably sharp sword right in front of him.
A tinge of wariness appeared in Zhou Tong's eyes.
Even as an upper level Star Condensation expert, he could not disregard the sword in Chen Changsheng's hands.
From the snowy plains to Xunyang City, from the capital to Mount Han, from Xue He to Liang Hongzhuang, from Lin Pingyuan to Zhou Ziheng, far too many Star Condensation experts had lost to Chen Changsheng's sword.
But there was still no fear in Zhou Tong's eyes. He was no ordinary Star Condensation cultivator, he was a peak-level Star Condensation expert!
The gap in cultivation between him and Chen Changsheng was too great, so even if a problem occurred with his response and Chen Changsheng's sword arrived before him, he still had nothing to be concerned about.
Because in front of him was his world.
Countless specks of starlight lit up within his blood-colored official's robe. They were not silver, but also the color of blood.
The ocean of blood enveloping Zhou Prison suddenly fell back like the ebbing tide, condensing into a ball of blood.