Chapter 1101 – An Agreement on Ten Years (2/2)

But if he didn't have a sword, what could he do? What could he be?

The current question was this: how had Shang Xingzhou been able to snatch away all his swords just by stretching out his hand?

To Chen Changsheng, this was not a question. It was just that after all those years, he had forgotten about a few things.

Many years ago, Shang Xingzhou had cut off the Golden Dragon's whisker and forged it into a sword which he gave to his disciple.

This was the Stainless Sword that had remained at Chen Changsheng's side for many years.

The sword sheath had also been a precious treasure of the Li Palace: the Vault Sheath.

It was Shang Xingzhou who had taken it away and then given it to him.

Shang Xingzhou had spoken correctly.

The Stainless Sword and the Vault Sheath had both been given by him to Chen Changsheng.

Even the engagement with Xu Yourong had been given by him to Chen Changsheng.

After Yuren rejected it.

Since he had given everything to Chen Changsheng, he could naturally take it back at any time.

He had the right, and also the ability.

This was unquestionably the most formidable winning move.

Though this move seemed to have been hidden a little too deeply…

So deep that it made one's heart go cold.

From when he received that dagger in Xining Village's old temple until now, around ten years had passed?

Shang Xingzhou's next words were even more chilling.

”How old are you this year?”

Chen Changsheng was his student, raised by him in Xining Village.

But he did not know Chen Changsheng's age.

Whether it was deliberately or unintentionally, it was still a cold indifference.

Chen Changsheng replied, ”No matter how old I am, I've passed the age of twenty.”

Shang Xingzhou cared not for the deeper meaning in these words. He said, ”My talent truly is inferior to yours, so let us add ten years.”

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant. After a pause, he said, ”Okay.”

Between the thirty-year-old Shang Xingzhou and the twenty-year-old Chen Changsheng, who was stronger?

Nobody would know.

Even after today's fight, still nobody would know.

Because Chen Changsheng had no sword.

Splash!

Water gushed.

The fish had pursued the mist of blood to the surface.

The roiling water looked lively and joyful, but looking at it too long would make one feel disgusted.

Several flowers of blood bloomed on the water, the remnants of fish sinking down.

Shang Xingzhou had vanished from the opposite shore.

Chen Changsheng had also disappeared.

A footprint appeared in the water grass.

A second footprint appeared farther off.

The footprints had appeared from nowhere. There was no connection between them, making the sight extremely strange.

By the time Chen Changsheng appeared again, he was several hundred zhang away, next to a forest.

And when Shang Xingzhou appeared again, he was right in front of Chen Changsheng.

Even using the Yeshi Step, he had still not been able to surpass Shang Xingzhou's movement techniques.

What about fists then?

A picture appeared in his sea of consciousness.

Bie Yanghong quietly gazing at him, the tip of his finger touching his brow.

Thousands of pictures followed, coming thick and fast.

Streams of light could be seen in these pictures, each of them a fist.

The pictures vanished.

Thousands of streams of light became one.

Thousands of fists became one fist.

Chen Changsheng clenched his hand into a fist and smashed at that face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.