Chapter 829 – Assassination on the Shore of the Wenshui (1/2)

Chapter 829 – Assassination on the Shore of the Wenshui

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

There were many crevices on the rocks lining the shore, and one of these crevices was connected to the drainpipe running beneath the Daoist church.

During the daytime, the Tang clan had sent someone to break the array in that area and fill the inside with a black and viscous substance.

The clump of water mud slowly flowed into the crevice, seeping into the drainpipe below the Daoist church. It continued to nudge forward, making no sound, and this object seemed to be covered in some mysterious substance that prevented it from being stained by the sticky black oil.

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the opposite shore.

He did not know that in the daytime, the opposite shore was buzzing with activity, with many government laborers, peddlers, and fortune-tellers, and even a blind zither player at the shore. The restaurant had also been rather bustling, and Luo Bu had drunk two jars of fine wine there.

He did not notice that the ground behind was slightly swelling and that two frost-colored blades of grass had already crawled over his feet.

The black mud noiselessly burst apart like a budding flower, an ugly hand covered with scales and fur stretching out of the ground.

There was a tiny perturbation in the Qi of the world. With Chen Changsheng's sharp senses, he immediately noticed.

But his reaction was still a step too slow.

He was too late to use his swiftest Yeshi Step or Hanging Sunset to send himself far away.

The ugly and terrifying hand had shot out of the ground and was now wrapped in a death grip around his ankle.

An indescribable Qi emerged from this hand and traveled up his ankles, invading the rest of his body.

Chen Changsheng felt like he had fallen into the mouth of a volcano. His entire being seemed to be wrapped in scorching lava, every part of his skin in excruciating, almost numbing pain.

This was an illusion, because this Qi was not hot, but frigidly cold.

This incredibly cold and foul Qi poured into his meridians and began to corrode his flesh and blood.

Even more terrifying was that this cold and foul Qi seemed to have a life of its own. Transforming into a thin membrane, it completely sealed off all three hundred sixty-five Qi openings. This also meant that the star radiance in those Qi openings would not be able to break out for a short period of time.

Immediately after, this Qi poured into his chest and froze his Ethereal Palace into an icy mountain.

All this happened in an extremely brief span of time.

The yellow leaf on the tree had only fallen an inch from its branch while the stars had not even had the time to twinkle.

Chen Changsheng's body had been seized, both his breathing and heartbeat frozen.

Let alone a counterattack, he couldn't even make a noise.

The subterranean sneak attack had been too insidious, the Qi too cold and sinister.

Any other cultivator, even a grand expert at the peak of Star Condensation, if caught completely unprepared and suddenly assaulted by this sinister attack which had not been seen in the world for so many years, would be seized and then silently die.

Would Chen Changsheng die like this? Protected by countless experts, in a church of the Orthodoxy, under the silvery starlight?

Guan Feibai had walked out of the church with his sword, but he was still ten-some zhang from Chen Changsheng.

Crucially, other than sensing that the wind had gotten somewhat chillier, he did not feel that anything was wrong.

The Daoist church's array had also not sensed the arrival of that insidious assassin.

Chen Changsheng's breathing slowed. Counting from the start of the sneak attack, his second breath had been seven times longer than his first.