Chapter 821 – The Palm Falls Toward the Stone (1/2)

Chapter 821 – The Palm Falls Toward the Stone

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Linghai Zhiwang prostrated towards Chen Changsheng beneath the pear tree, and then rose.

This entire process happened very quickly.

He had gotten up somewhat faster than he normally did, which could mean that he was making efficient movements or that he did not care.

Many people, especially the important figures within the Li Palace, knew that Linghai Zhiwang had never liked the Pope and held a faint hostility towards him.

Daoist Baishi and An Lin saw this sight out of the corner of their eyes and did not find it strange.

Linghai Zhiwang had stood up, but Daoist Baishi and An Lin were still prostrating, resulting in a difference of height.

It was similar to the difference in positions between the pear tree and Chen Changsheng.

The caress of the cool breeze caused countless white flowers to drift down onto Chen Changsheng's head and shoulders.

Linghai Zhiwang's right hand also drifted down, straight towards Daoist Baishi's head.

A cold wind howled, the trees swayed, and the pear blossoms frenziedly danced.

This wind even affected the distant Wenshui, driving the waters into turmoil. The water grass at the bottom of the river began to madly writhe about like countless snakes.

Linghai Zhiwang had struck too abruptly. None of the people in front of the hall had time to react.

An Lin caught the palm descending like a bolt of lightning out of the corner of her eye. Abnormally shocked, she wanted to stop him, but was already too late.

But Daoist Baishi apparently had already prepared himself.

He still maintained his prostrating posture, but his right palm had already left the ground, flipping over like duckweed being blown about the surface of the water.

With a clap, the two palms met over Daoist Baishi's head.

The stone pavement in front of the hall quaked and sank several inches!

The holy gate was blown about by a violent gale, causing it to creak and seem on the verge of collapse.

Linghai Zhiwang's body swayed and he retreated two steps. Countless pure strands of Qi seeped out of his divine robe and tore through the air.

Daoist Baishi stood up, his face a deep red, looking like countless tiny drops of blood were seeping out of his skin.

An Lin was thrown into an even deeper shock, as the result of this clash of palms had completely exceeded her expectations.

Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Baishi had similar cultivations, both being at the peak of Star Condensation.

Even if Daoist Baishi had been vigilant this entire time, Linghai Zhiwang's strike had been too sudden, completely in harmony with the principles of the world. It could be considered the strongest attack Linghai Zhiwang had made in his entire life, yet it was unable to heavily wound Daoist Baishi, just barely gaining the upper hand. Why was this?

An Lin sensed the divine Qi emanating from Daoist Baishi's body, her face paling as she thought of a certain possibility.

Daoist Baishi was not bleeding, but he knew that he had suffered significant injuries from Linghai Zhiwang's sinister and full-force ambush. He had to leave immediately.

He had a deep understanding of the people present and knew that this was his last chance to leave.

Linghai Zhiwang needed time to settle his true essence and An Lin had just sobered up and had not entered into a fighting state. The young man covered in a fierce sword intent that had just walked out of the hall was presumably a young expert of the Mount Li Sword Sect, but the Mount Li Sword Sect was not skilled at the art of pursuit, so this young man probably could not stop him.

As for that other person… He shot a glance at Chen Changsheng beneath the pear tree and thought, you still haven't fully recovered, so even if you use your ten thousand swords, how can you stop me?

He gave a snort, then activated a movement technique. Transformed into a wisp of smoke beneath the winter sun, he shot out of the church.

As the fastest of the Orthodoxy's Prefects, possessing the most secretive of movement techniques, he had conjectured correctly: no one present could stop him.

But he did not know of one thing: two more people had accompanied Chen Changsheng from the Mount Song Army headquarters to Wenshui City.

The wisp of smoke traversed the forested garden, yet it found it impossible to leave. Wherever he went, a little girl would always appear in front of him.

Daoist Baishi was forced to appear. As he looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes brimmed with shock.

This girl had a childish face and dull eyes. It didn't even look like she could think.