Chapter 621 – Killing Zhou (The End of the First Season) (1/2)
Chapter 621 – Killing Zhou (The End of the First Season)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Countless sword glows surged out of the sheath and exploded against the sea of blood. Muffled booms and sounds of slashing resounded all at once, dazzling light illuminating the small courtyard. They shone upon the severed walls, the cut-riddled crabapple trees, and the viscous sea of blood, and also shone upon Zhou Tong's pale face.
These swords were like innumerable meteorites descending from the sky, carrying a horrifying light and heat as they incessantly stabbed at the blood and pressure.
Zhou Tong's cultivation was already at the peak of Star Condensation and he had already made preparations for Chen Changsheng's tricks. Chen Changsheng's Intellectual Sword had failed to find a true gap and, on the contrary, had actually fallen under his control, but how could his Star Domain endure the assault of so many swords? No matter how close to perfection, it still was not true perfection. As long as there was a gap, it would inevitably be pierced through!
The sphere of blood condensed from the sea of blood had imprisoned the incomparably sharp Stainless Sword within it. Now, under the assault of countless sword glows, it was beginning to show signs of fracturing.
There was a pop like a leather bag filled with wine being stabbed by a sharp sword, or like the paper of a window being lightly poked through by a finger.
The sea of blood had broken!
Zhou Tong's complexion turned abnormally pale, his eyes growing even deeper and quieter. In the deepest part of his eyes, a tinge of fear was visible.
Innumerable sword glows pierced through the sea of blood, carrying an awe-inspiring sword intent as they fell upon his body!
With the harsh whistling of swords slashing down, countless real streams of blood shot into the night, accompanied by an angry and pained howl.
In an instant, Zhou Tong's body was covered in several hundred slashes with fresh blood flowing out of them, even white bone faintly visible!
Zhou Tong knew that Chen Changsheng had many swords, and had also thought of the possibility that he might have placed those swords within the sheath known as the Vault Sheath, but he had never expected for Chen Changsheng to have the ability to simultaneously control all of them!
It must be known that these swords were all swords of the most outstanding and fearsome reputation, handed down from ancient times. For what reason could a youth who had just entered the initial level of Star Condensation be able to control them?
Blood spurted crazily into the dark courtyard, flowing into the cracked flagstones, and also pouring into that seemingly illusory Star Domain of blood.
The sea of blood had been broken, but it had not scattered. On the contrary, it grew even more violent with the flowing of Zhou Tong's real blood, the blood-soaked aura growing even stronger.
A hand emerged from the sea of blood, emerged from the darkness—it was Zhou Tong's left hand. His palm was now covered in countless wounds, flesh coming apart and drenched in blood. It even seemed like two of his fingers had been shorn of all flesh by the sword intents, leaving behind only white bone, an abnormally horrifying sight.
Just like the miserable situation of those prisoners he often saw in the prison below this courtyard…
This hand of shattered flesh and bone trembled in the wind as if it could snap at any moment, yet it fiercely and persistently moved forward, extending towards Chen Changsheng's throat.
White bones emerging from a sea of blood!
Under the assault of several thousand sword glows, Zhou Tong had suffered severe wounds, but since he had not instantly died, he still had the ability to fight!
He floated in the air, his body covered in the blood. His great crimson official's gown had long since been soaked through, dripping blood incessantly onto the floor.
The front of the official's robe had already been cut into tatters by the sword intents, revealing the object behind.
Not his body, but an incredibly bright flexible armor, suffused with a faint sacred aura. On the flexible armor, at his chest, was an extremely tiny hole.
Chen Changsheng's eyes slightly narrowed, immediately recognizing…that this was the treasure of the Tianhai clan, the Six Protections Divine Armor!
The tiny hole on the Six Protections Divine Armor had been personally made by him last autumn in front of the Orthodox Academy.
That the Stainless Sword could break through the Six Protections Divine Armor did not mean that these renowned swords had a similar ability.
The Six Protections Divine Armor was the most famous flexible armor on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, even approaching the efficacy of a divine artifact, allowing Zhou Tong to successfully block the majority of these several thousand sword glows!
Why had this divine armor appeared on Zhou Tong's body?
That left hand of white bone pierced through the darkness and the sea of blood, snatching at Chen Changsheng's throat.
Zhou Tong's sinister and furious voice resounded in Chen Changsheng's sea of consciousness, ”Did you think I didn't make the slightest preparation!”
The crimson official's gown soaked in blood wildly danced in the destroyed courtyard, sprinkling blood in all directions, as well as his anger and resentment.
The terrifying might of the sea of blood enveloped the courtyard.
The several thousand bright sword glows had broken through the sea of blood and flown straight into the night sky, unable to immediately return.
Chen Changsheng used the Yeshi Step to repeatedly retreat!
However, it was hard to cross the sea of suffering, and the same applied to the sea of blood.
No matter how erratically his figure moved, it ultimately still remained at its original position, the Stainless Sword still unable to escape Zhou Tong's hand.
With a dull click, the hand of white bone dripping blood gripped Chen Changsheng's throat.
Even though his body had been bathed in dragon blood, it still could not resist the full strength of this bony hand emerging from the sea of blood. Chen Changsheng's throat was almost crushed, yet not a drop of blood emerged.
Zhou Tong stood in front of him, his official's robe reeking of blood. It was just like some damp swamp, its smell repulsive.
Chen Changsheng was very pale, but his eyes were very bright.
Zhou Tong's face was very pale, his eyes very dark and serene.
This was the closest the two had been since the beginning of the battle, not even a foot apart.
Would this bitter struggle end like this?
No, Chen Changsheng did not think so.
Neither did Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong was the person who had killed the most in the world, who had seen the most death, so he was the most fearful of death and did not want to die.
He had lived his life with prudence, never missing out on a single detail.
He did not know that Chen Changsheng would come to kill, but in these several decades, people would attempt to kill him at any time, so he was constantly prepared.
When Chen Changsheng appeared in this courtyard that once bloomed with crabapple blossoms, his preparations and prudence both showed their use.
He knew how capable Chen Changsheng was, how many fortuitous encounters he had.