Chapter 621 – Killing Zhou (The End of the First Season) (2/2)

He knew that Su Li had taught Chen Changsheng three swords, knew that Chen Changsheng had taken countless swords out of the Garden of Zhou.

He naturally had corresponding responses, like the sea of blood that was his Star Domain becoming a sphere of blood in his hands, or the Six Protections Divine Armor hidden under his crimson official's robe.

Was this all of it? No, he knew that Chen Changsheng still had more stores to pull upon, like the magical artifacts Princess Luoluo had gifted to him, or some life-protecting item that Su Li might have left for him, or the Divine Staff the Pope had bestowed upon him, so he naturally had correspondingly powerful responses.

Even when he was heavily injured, his blood and flesh sliced into a miserable state by those sword glows, he still did not use his most powerful techniques, because he always remembered that Divine Staff.

The Divine Staff that represented the power of the Orthodoxy, the Divine Staff that was said to possess the ability to split the heavens and earth.

It's already reached this point, I'm clutching your throat and bringing a cruel fate. What are you still waiting for?

Zhou Tong's eyes became abnormally deep and quiet, narrowed like some sort of monster until they almost became straight lines.

He knew that in the next moment, Chen Changsheng would use the Divine Staff of the Orthodoxy and make his most decisive attack.

He was waiting for the moment that light arrived.

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Innumerable sword glows pierced through the sea of blood and flew into the night sky, still yet to return.

The hand of white bone drenched in blood clutched Chen Changsheng's throat.

This was the moment he was closest to death, and also closest to Zhou Tong.

Chen Changsheng had been waiting for just this moment.

He struck.

Just as Zhou Tong had expected, he struck with light.

Zhou Tong was made abnormally pale under the illumination of this light, yet there was no surprise or fear upon his face ,because all this was as he had expected.

The blood-colored official's robe was suffused with a bizarre and mystical luster under this light. As blood dripped to the floor, a magical artifact exuding an ancient Qi floated out of his sleeve and stood in front of the light. It was a mirror, the ancient Qi exuding a mysterious aura. The surface of the mirror was as smooth as water, like it could reflect all light.

If Chen Changsheng were able to recognize this bronze mirror, he would know that although the mirror could not completely obstruct the light of the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff, it was enough to buy Zhou Tong a little time.

He only needed the briefest amount of time for that hand of bone dripping blood to twist off Chen Changsheng's head from his neck.

Yet this sort of event did not occur.

The deep and quiet look in Zhou Tong's eyes was driven away by the light, revealing a tinge of fright.

Because the light heading towards his body was not a piece, but a streak of light.

A streak of incomparably bright light flashed across his eyes.

Where did this light come from?

It was not from the sword glows swiftly flying back.

Similarly, it was not the sacred light emitted by the Divine Staff.

This streak of light was pure without the slightest impurity. Solely because of this, it was monstrously terrifying.

A streak of light that was resolute, fierce, breathtaking.

Zhou Tong's eyes were the first to see this light, thus his eyelashes were halved. Soon after, a line of blood appeared on his eye as it too was halved down the middle.

The bronze mirror that had floated out of his sleeve was utterly useless, halving down the middle.

This fierce blade glow seemed to rise up from the dome of the night and descend to the Yellow Springs, slashing right through him. (TN: The Yellow Springs is a name for the Chinese underworld.)

A shrill and wretched howl burst from his bloodstained lips.

The countless magical artifacts on his person exploded one by one, fireworks seeming to rise from the courtyard, yet it was impossible to stop that light from descending.

The great crimson official's gown crazily danced in fear, his body becoming a gloomy shadow as he retreated into the depths of the courtyard, yet he could not avoid the descent of this light.

The streak of light descended upon his body.

The ties of the Six Protections Divine Armor were broken.

His earlobe was cut off.

His shoulder was chopped open.

His left arm was chopped open.

Before this streak of bright light, all things, even the light emitted from other sources and the wind were all cut apart.

This streak of light was a blade glow.

The blade glow descended, a straight line extending from Zhou Tong's face to his body, from his left eye to below his ribs.

With a ploof, a stream of blood spurted out of his eyes, his left cheek peeled away in the wind, his left shoulder was cut away, his left arm fell to the ground.

Then, he finally crashed heavily against the floor, spitting out a thick ball of congealed blood.

What sort of blade was this?

Chen Changsheng walked out of the ruins, a blade in his hand.

It was the kitchen knife he had taken from the Orthodox Academy's kitchen before leaving.

This was the most frightening blade in the world since time immemorial.

Before this blade, even mountain ranges and rivers would be halved.

One blade, two halves.