Chapter 710 – Two Kites (I) (1/2)

Chapter 710 – Two Kites (I)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Just when Chen Changsheng saw Zhou Tong, a clap of thunder boomed out from the street behind him and crashed somewhere very far away.

He sensed the battle taking place on the Luo River, felt the laws of the world changing, and also felt a blade intent that he was very closely connected with.

Immediately afterwards, this blade intent was broken, and a whole new blade intent took its place.

He was shocked, and then inspired, and also had a clearer understanding of the present situation.

Killing Zhou Tong was the task that he and Wang Po had set out to do. Now, Wang Po had removed the greatest obstacle of this task, Tie Shu. The rest was up to him.

A blurred figure suddenly shattered the wind and snow in the courtyard.

Chen Changsheng borrowed the power of the snowstorm to reach the palace armchair, the dagger in his hands stabbing at the seated Zhou Tong.

His sword intent summoned a wave of heat and light.

This heat and light came from his fiercely blazing true essence.

The cold wind ruffled Zhou Tong's official's gown and massive waves rose from the sea of blood.

The Stainless Sword plunged into the waves, striking straight into the depths of the sea of blood.

This was not Chen Changsheng's first visit to this courtyard, nor was it his first attempt to kill Zhou Tong.

With experience came caution, so he had made many preparations for this moment.

His attack seemed simple, but many backup plans were waiting behind it.

This attack was the Intellectual Sword, its true form being the vanguard of countless more sword techniques.

The True Sword of the Orthodoxy, the Toppling Mountain Staff, Gathering Evening Clouds of the Three Forms of Wenshui, the Cold Branch Intent of the temple sword—all of it was contained within this single strike.

And behind this strike, he had prepared three more supreme techniques that no one knew about.

No matter how Zhou Tong responded, it would all be swallowed up by the furious waves of an unending river of sword techniques.

Perhaps he would be killed by this one strike.

Yet what happened next somewhat exceeded his imagination.

Zhou Tong had not suddenly broken through, becoming a supreme expert of the Divine Domain.

Nor had Chen Changsheng's teacher suddenly appeared.

Rather, Zhou Tong's response was somewhat strange.

Zhou Tong's response was to do nothing.

He did nothing at all.

With a squelch, the incomparably sharp dagger easily pierced through the official's robe, stabbing into Zhou Tong's stomach as if it were rotten pulp.

Perhaps because the official's robe was already as red as blood, it was very difficult to see if Zhou Tong was bleeding or not.

Zhou Tong's face was pale, his eyes utterly cold. A sharp sword had been run through his body, yet he showed not a hint of pain.

He gazed at Chen Changsheng, his eyes filling with ridicule as if he was gazing at a corpse that was once a most oafish buffoon.

Zhou Tong was a sinister minister empowered with great authority, and also an upper level Star Condensation expert.

The news that Chen Changsheng and Wang Po wanted to kill him had long since spread to the entire capital, so it was impossible for him to have not made preparations.

No matter how abundant Chen Changsheng's own preparations, it was impossible for it to be so easy to kill Zhou Tong.

The moment the dagger stabbed through the great crimson official's gown, Chen Changsheng knew that there was something wrong.

Perhaps there was something wrong with the entire matter, or perhaps there was something wrong with Zhou Tong himself.

Then, Zhou Tong's body vanished right before his eyes.

The crimson official's gown fell on the palace armchair.

An extremely thick scent of blood flowed down the stone steps like blood, spreading until it completely enclosed the entire courtyard.

The Zhou Tong that had been sitting in the palace armchair this entire time had not actually been real. It had just been his gown.

How had he done this? How had he been able to conceal it from his subordinates? And most incomprehensible of all, how had he been able to conceal it from Chen Changsheng's eyes?

Chen Changsheng was born in the Sacred Light, was bathed in dragon blood, had his organs washed by the Tianhai Divine Empress. His eyes were extraordinarily bright, and both arrays and disguises were easily seen through by his eyes.

Then there was only one probability. What had been fooled was not his eyes, but his mind.

Many people knew that Zhou Tong had an extremely profound and horrifying mental technique called the Great Crimson Gown.

Perhaps that was the reason?

Chen Changsheng naturally knew that Zhou Tong's mental technique was powerful. In this place, he had once fought against the Great Crimson Gown, and he had already experienced it twice.

But he truly had not expected Zhou Tong's Great Crimson Gown to be this powerful, far exceeding the two times he had experienced it before.

He did not know that the two times he had been able to come out unharmed against Zhou Tong's Great Crimson Gown were because the Tianhai Divine Empress had rubbed a drop of clear tea on his forehead.

But now she was gone; the tea had gone cold.