Chapter 1035 – Plucking a Sword (1/2)
Chapter 1035 – Plucking a Sword
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The scream burst out of a roiling thunderstorm. Waves sloshed out of the Red River, sending foam up into the sky and back into the waters, concealing the frightened Jings as they fled.
The Angel fell to the earth as it screamed, its golden blood drenching the skies with two dazzling lines.
In its heavily injured state of unbearable suffering, it still remained calm, seeking out the final ray of hope amidst despair.
Its two wings had been torn off by the blue-clothed Daoist, robbing it of the lightning-like speed it was so proud of. It decided to give up on flying, allowing itself to drop to the ground. Its speed increased, the golden blood gushing out of its body no longer able to keep up. However, as its body rammed against the air, the air began to burn, transforming it into a streak of fire.
It smashed into the ground like a meteor.
Only this way could it ensure that its speed was enough for it to hopefully escape that serene and terrifying Daoist.
With a bang, the Angel smashed into the river bank, creating a giant hole.
The massive impact had no effect on it. It immediately stood up, intending to escape to the opposite shore.
Its stronger companion was in the mountain across the river.
But just as it rose, another meteor smashed into that hole in the river bank.
The White Emperor had left the observation platform, dropping from the sky to land a foot on the Angel's chest.
There were countless cracks, like a rock being smashed to pieces by an even harder stone.
The Angel's body struggled a few times as blood poured out of its mouth and nose. Then it closed its eyes and died.
The White Emperor slowly took his foot away.
He gazed pensively at the Angel's golden blood.
His gaze moved down to the lower part of the Angel's body. He saw only a smooth surface with no distinctive characteristics.
The White Emperor froze and then shook his head.
It's just a bird-person that's neither male nor female.
That's all this so-called Angel is.
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The Angel of Sacred Light called Anger's Flame had died.
The most direct reason for its swift death was that when it saw that image of a white tiger in the sky, it had chosen to fight rather than escape.
In that specific moment, its judgment and choice had been correct.
The White Emperor's attention had to be focused on Madam Mu in the clouds. Even if those human experts in the courtyard would be killed, even if his subjects were about to be massacred, he could only use his soul to attack, just like the Tianhai Divine Empress had done during the coup of the Mausoleum of Books.
If the Angel had been able to stop the attack from the White Emperor's soul, even if it was just to buy time, the other Angel would be able to kill Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and then turn to join Madam Mu in attacking the White Emperor. When that time came, not even the White Emperor in all his power could be their match.
The problem was that the Angel had not imagined that another supreme expert besides the White Emperor had come to this city today.
After their descent, they had developed an understanding of all the experts of this continent and knew that there was a particularly formidable Daoist.
In their view, this Daoist could not possibly appear.
But that Daoist had appeared.
And so, it died.
The entire matter was just this simple.
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The blue-clothed Daoist landed on the river bank.
The wind ruffled his black hair and blue robe, making him truly seem like a celestial immortal.
A subtle stretch of his hands had torn off the wings of that Angel of Sacred Light.
There was only one such Daoist in this world.
Shang Xingzhou.
Once a middle-aged Daoist of Xining's old temple, he was now the strongest expert of the continent and the ruler of the Human race.
Shang Xingzhou and the White Emperor were old friends, but they did not chat, because the battle had not concluded.
They gazed across the Red River.
Deep within the mountains, a Celestial Tree incessantly swayed. Sword intents could occasionally be glimpsed amidst the raging Qi of the Wildfire.
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A storm of swords and several streams of fire.
Chen Changsheng's left hand was gripped around the five Heavenly Tome Monoliths, but he never once used them.
Xu Yourong stood behind him, the Tong Bow at ready, but the Wu Arrow was still nocked.
The Angel felt threatened, but it did not care. The entire situation was under its control and impossible to reverse.
It shuttled through the Celestial Tree as a bolt of lightning as it indifferently looked down on that young man and woman in front of the Celestial Tree.
Suddenly, it stopped, standing atop a thick branch of the Celestial Tree.
Chen Changsheng did not use his sword to send the stone pearls and Xu Yourong did not loose her bow, because they, just like the Angel, had also heard that scream.
That scream that reverberated over White Emperor City and threw all of the Red River into turmoil.