Chapter 709 – Always Forward, No Matter Where You Go (2/2)

Chen Changsheng was sent flying, his speed no slower than when he had used his Blazing Sword to charge forward.

Fortunately, he flew so fast that he was able to narrowly avoid those forceful strands of sword intent behind him.

He at least avoided any critical damage, the sword intents leaving only a few tears on his clothes.

He fell on the snow at the other end of the street.

His body swayed as if he would collapse at any moment.

He had walked forward with resolve, his first exchange had been a surprise attack with the Blazing Sword, yet he had been unable to win. He had been forced back one step, two steps, then finally several dozen steps.

Anyone could see that he had suffered a critical setback.

But Chen Changsheng did not think so.

Xiao De also did not believe so, as he had the vague impression that Chen Changsheng had done this intentionally.

His avoiding the assault of the ten-some sword intents had not been a fluke, but a result calculated ahead of time.

This sort of feeling made Xiao De very unhappy.

And when he felt that deep pain on his abdomen, this feeling of unhappiness deepened.

With an angry howl, he lunged through the snow onto the street.

But he lunged at nothing.

A blazing light burst from the Stainless Sword, an explosive sword intent that pierced through the entire street.

Chen Changsheng used the Blazing Sword again, at the same time using the Yeshi Step.

This time, he did not attempt to bravely advance forward again, but flew forward through the snow at an angle.

He was like a puff of smoke, a thunderbolt.

There was also a wall there, but this wall did not conceal the bare branches of the crabapple tree and that courtyard beyond it. In fact, no one knew what was behind this wall.

Chen Changsheng rammed through the wall.

This was followed immediately after by the sounds of wall after wall being rammed through, constantly booming through the street.

There were many courtyards and houses on this street, none of them where he wanted to go.

But these buildings were all connected through walls, so if he kept ramming through the walls, he would eventually charge into the place he wanted to go.

The courtyard of the crabapple tree.

And he always knew where this particular courtyard was, so his direction never once erred.

Retreating or going around sometimes did not mean that one had given up, but that one had chosen a different method of moving forward.

That was what Chen Changsheng thought, so that was what he did.

The starry sky would always take pity on those prepared and courageous youths.

He succeeded once more.

The crabapple tree was reflected in his eyes, followed soon after by the silhouette of a sword.

Starlight glimmered within the sleeves of this assassin. It was yet another Star Condensation assassin, probably also from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

Yet in front of the sinister and frightening attack, Chen Changsheng did not stop or even slow his speed.

With a buzz, the Yellow Paper Umbrella unfurled once more, blocking the snow falling from the crabapple tree and also blocking that sword.

A small amount of sword intent broke past the brim of the umbrella and ripped at the clothes on his shoulder.

A sword glow shone from his hand and, obscured by the Yellow Paper Umbrella, cut a deep wound in the assassin's throat.

Grasping his throat, the assassin from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets collapsed.

This assassin had perhaps killed many famous people, and if people were to know of his true identity, they would be stunned.

Yet Chen Changsheng did not even glance at him as he continued charging forward.

It wasn't because he was very familiar with the most outstanding and third most outstanding assassins in the world.

It was because what he needed the most right now was time.

Xiao De would probably catch up very quickly.

Xiao Zhang might appear at any moment.

Those experts might surround the courtyard again at any moment.

Crucially, how long would Wang Po be able to delay Tie Shu on the street?

He did not know.

The crabapple tree swayed. There were no leaves to shed, so only one or two severed branches fell.

In the alley outside the courtyard, Xiao De gave a long and enraged howl.

Several dozen powerful Qis were currently approaching from every direction.

Chen Changsheng was already at the stone steps.

At the top of them was a palace armchair.

On the chair sat a man.

This man wore a deep red official's gown.

He seemed to be seated in a sea of blood.

It was precisely Zhou Tong.