Chapter 1100 – The Location of the Fight Is Suddenly Changed! (2/2)
The sound of a cup shattering came from a tea house. It sounded like it had been broken out of anger.
That Chen Changsheng was the master of the Garden of Zhou had ceased to be a secret a long time ago.
Logically speaking, he could use the laws of the Garden of Zhou in his battle, giving him a massive advantage.
But still no one would believe that he could defeat Shang Xingzhou.
An entire cultivation realm lay between them.
Even if Shang Xingzhou suppressed his cultivation to below the Divine Domain…
This gap still remained.
To exist was to exist, and it would not just vanish for any random reason.
Whether in experience, intelligence, insight, or any other domain, Shang Xingzhou far surpassed Chen Changsheng.
How could a person who had once walked across a vast ocean not be able to stride over a small stream?
Would someone who had climbed the highest mountain forget how to walk upon returning to the ground?
It was just like the little Black Dragon. Although she had not yet matured and formally entered the Divine Domain, several of her attributes were innately Divine, so she could be considered invincible beneath the Divine Domain.
A Shang Xingzhou who had voluntarily suppressed his cultivation to below the Divine Domain was a similar existence, perhaps even more frightening.
How could Chen Changsheng defeat him? More importantly, even if Chen Changsheng had hidden some mystical strategies within the Garden of Zhou, if he really did reach a critical juncture, Shang Xingzhou was completely capable of forcing his way out of the Garden of Zhou. When that time came, what could Chen Changsheng do?
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The questions occupying the minds of the crowd had naturally been thoroughly pondered by the participants, Chen Changsheng and Shang Xingzhou.
At this moment, they were standing in front of Sunset Valley.
The distant red sun was slowly walking along the perimeter of the grassy plains, painting the cliffs red.
Many extraordinary characters had come to this place.
Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, the owner of the Mountain Sea Sword, and many others.
Many miracles had taken place here.
One was when Xu Yourong was about to die, and her Phoenix soul had awakened once more.
”You want to create a miracle, but this place proved long ago that there are no miracles.”
Shang Xingzhou continued, ”Xi Ke lost, the grandmaster of Mount Li lost, and Chen Xuanba also lost. Zhou Dufu was always the winner.”
If one claimed that there really was such a thing as fate, then the annotation of 'fate' would be that the strong would always be strong. In the face of true strength, hot blood, desire, dreams, ideals, persistence, courage, sacrifice, and all those other fine-sounding words were utterly meaningless.
Chen Changsheng said, ”Master, you said that I couldn't live past the age of twenty, but I did it.”
Shang Xingzhou said, ”But that also depended on her strength.”
”But that is not fate. At least, it is not the fate you arranged for me.”
Chen Changsheng gazed down at the plains below Shang Xingzhou, at the water grass that flourished after three years, at the monsters roaming in and out of the grass. He was quiet for a while, then he turned back to Shang Xingzhou and said, ”I declare this a miracle.”
Shang Xingzhou calmly looked at him and asked, ”Is that so?”
With a flutter of his sleeve, he raised his left hand.
Five steady and slender fingers pointed at Chen Changsheng.
A cool breeze rustled the old trees of Sunset Valley.
It was a beautiful sight, but Chen Changsheng felt an incredible danger.
His hand immediately went for his hilt.
He was prepared to take out the Stainless Sword and hold it in front of his chest, using the Stupid Sword that he had not used in so long.
He was wearing Zhexiu's clothes, so his sleeves were very short.
His shoulders had been relaxed this entire time.
In the entire continent, no one other than Liu Qing was faster than him at striking with the sword.
If even this was still not enough, he had even faster swords.
Just a thought would cause the several thousand swords in his sheath to pour out and form a sea of swords.
Let alone Shang Xingzhou suppressed to below the Divine Domain, even Shang Xingzhou at his normal level of strength could not instantly break the South Stream Temple sword array.
As long as he was given a few moments, he could find an opportunity.
And yet…
His hand could not fall upon his hilt.
Several thousand swords failed to soar through the air and form the South Stream Temple sword array.
Because his sword had vanished.
Both the Stainless Sword and its sheath were no longer there.
The cool breeze running through Sunset Valley ruffled his empty belt.
In the next moment…
A sword appeared in Shang Xingzhou's hand.
His fingers were slender and steady, acting like this sword had always been his.
”Everything of yours belongs to me, including this sword and sheath.”
Shang Xingzhou calmly asked, ”How could you possibly defeat me?”
The gentle breeze lingered, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Clouds emerged from beneath Shang Xingzhou's feet.
Shang Xingzhou floated up to Chen Changsheng, his right hand descending.
His palm seemed ordinary and unremarkable, but it seemed in accord with the laws of the world, seemingly unavoidable.
Chen Changsheng could not avoid it.
Shang Xingzhou's palm landed against his stomach.
There was a light clap.
Chen Changsheng was jolted off the cliff.
An arc was drawn in the sky outside Sunset Valley.
It was like a falling leaf or a stone was silently dropping toward the plains several li away.