Chapter 904 – Between Three Seconds (1/2)
Chapter 904 – Between Three Seconds
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The petals drifted about in the wind, so dense that they seemed like a sea.
Bie Yanghong's figure appeared in the center of the sea of flowers, his feet stepping on air as he struck at the blue-clothed visitor.
Back when the Demon Lord entered Mount Han and the Elder of Heavenly Secrets informed the world, Bie Yanghong had been in the distant Ten Thousand Years Pavilion in the south, but he ended up being the first to arrive.
Even amongst the experts of the Divine Domain, he was the strongest in terms of speed and long-distance attacks.
Seeing the sky full of red petals sealing off his retreats, the blue-clothed visitor knew that his chance had passed.
If he could not forcibly repel Bie Yanghong, he would assuredly end up being endlessly pursued with no chance of escape.
The visitor roared, circulating the methods he had spent his entire life developing, and turned to deliver two swift palms.
Countless rays of awe-inspiring blue light shot out of his palms, transforming into extremely sharp flying edges that shrieked through the air at Bie Yanghong.
As the blue edges flew through the sky, they howled like a hurricane imbued with an aura of extreme cold and gloominess. They even caused the air to almost instantly grow more humid, forming beads of water and causing rain to fall.
It had all the horror and terror of a fierce storm at sea.
To experts of the Divine Domain, ordinary weapons, excepting truly divine weapons like the Frost God Spear or the Heaven Shrouding Sword, were far inferior to the power of weapons formed from their own star radiance or true essence. For instance, for anyone so unfortunate as to even brush against these flying edges suffused with awe-inspiring blue light, even a Star Condensation expert with a body that had undergone a perfect Purification would end with their bones snapped and flesh flayed, their sea of consciousness fractured, and their Ethereal Palace cleaved into ruins. Without even a chance to counter, they would already be dead.
Bie Yanghong did not recognize the blue-clothed visitor, but he knew that they were both of around equal strength, so he would naturally act with prudence.
His right hand plunged into the sea of red blossoms, gripped something, and pulled it out.
Star radiance of incomparable brightness seeped out from his face and his grayed temples.
What he pulled out from the sea of flowers was actually an illusory sword condensed from star radiance.
A sword glow of startling brightness and purity illuminated the sea of flowers, cleaving out countless eddies of true essence as it slashed towards the blue-clothed visitor.
No matter how furious your stormy sea is, let's see if it can block my sword!
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The blue-clothed visitor had lived on the Great Western Continent for many years. Although separated by a vast sea, he had always kept an eye on the experts of the continent. With his authority and the assistance of White Emperor City, he had secretly gathered all sorts of intelligence, giving him a deep understanding of the fighting style and most powerful techniques of the continent's experts.
As Bie Yanghong's sword slashed, at least seventeen ways to counter it had appeared in his sea of consciousness.
But those seventeen ways were all based on what he knew of Bie Yanghong. To put it more accurately, it was the Bie Yanghong from the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
Today's Bie Yanghong was clearly much stronger than the Bie Yanghong from his intelligence reports and in his mind.
Like that fist of Bie Yanghong's that had broken through the combined sword style of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
And there was his little red flower as well. No one had expected that when bereft of its string, it could become a sea of flowers and seal off the uncountable paths in the world.
These moves were clearly new Daoist techniques that Bie Yanghong had become enlightened to after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
If that were all, the blue-clothed visitor would still be confident in his ability to push back Bie Yanghong. Perhaps he would pay with a few injuries, but he would at least not be delayed here.
But today, the greatest difference between the Bie Yanghong of now and his past self was not in the profundity of his Daoist techniques or in the mysticism of his moves. It was in the change to his fighting style.
In the minds of cultivators, Bie Yanghong was a gentle and composed senior. Even if he attacked, he would always act with the greatest propriety, his aura always one of justice and moderation.
Today, Bie Yanghong's eyes were still calm, but his expression was anything but gentle. As he lunged through the sky, countless streams of true essence surged out of his sleeves. Every one of his movements seemed to be imbued with the strength to move mountains, and every one of his techniques seemed to have borne witness to the world, and to life and death. He was absolutely unrestrained, incomparably fierce.
Why was this?
The blue-clothed visitor saw Bie Yanghong's eyes and realized that in the deepest parts of those still pools was an absolute determination to kill.
And then, he saw the white streaks running through Bie Yanghong's hair.
The visitor understood the reason, and his heart slightly sank. He let out a roar!
Those countless blue edges shattered into powder at this roar, and then reformed into a long halberd!