Chapter 1102 – Moving the Body Like a Sword (1/2)

Chapter 1102 – Moving the Body Like a Sword

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

In White Emperor City, Bie Yanghong had used the supreme technique of Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion, A Point of Red, to pour all he had experienced in his battle with the Angels of Sacred Light into Chen Changsheng's mind. Within was the essence of the fist style that he had habitually used in his last few years.

In the past, Bie Yanghong had not been in the habit of using his fists.

But in the battle of the Mausoleum of Books, he had personally witnessed the momentum of the Tianhai Divine Empress's fist, which seemed like it could destroy the world. Enlightened, he created this fist style.

This did not mean that he was surrendering to the Tianhai Divine Empress. On the contrary, this attitude of learning from an expert was what it meant to truly be fearless.

A fearless fist possessed unfathomable power.

When Chen Changsheng punched, the air in a several-hundred-zhang radius around him moved with his fist, creating a fierce gale.

The forest bent as one behind him, expressing its reverence.

Shang Xingzhou could also not avoid this fearless fist.

But he caught it.

There was a massive explosion, casting grass, water, and mud into the air, blocking out the sun and sky.

The forest slowly straightened and the fierce gale faded.

The terrifying pressure had compressed the soft ground downward, leaving it countless times harder.

Chen Changsheng's fist had been stopped in his palm, unable to press forward.

If he still had the Vault Sheath, Chen Changsheng could think of ten-some methods of launching a fierce assault on Shang Xingzhou.

But now, he did not even have a sword.

Fortunately, this did not mean that he could not strike with a sword.

The temperature on the edge of the plains began to rapidly rise, the nearby grass even beginning to yellow.

Chen Changsheng was using his mightiest and most resolute move, the Blazing Sword.

The true essence in his body began to madly blaze. Traveling through his right arm that was now a sword, it surged in an endless torrent toward Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change in the slightest. It remained a visage of cold indifference.

He was a majestic mountain, seemingly unmovable.

A vigorous power emerged from his palm.

Chen Changsheng's fist could not advance a single inch.

This vigorous power was rather special. It did not seem condensed from star radiance. It seemed even more intense, seemed to have a true heat.

From its external appearance, it looked rather like the true essence mobilized by Chen Changsheng's Blazing Sword.

Chen Changsheng guessed at a certain possibility and was shocked.

But he did not have time to think, because Shang Xingzhou's counterattack was here.

It was just like at the peak of Sunset Valley.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand seemed to casually descend, a fallen leaf on the wind, without any rhyme or reason.

Chen Changsheng still found it impossible to avoid.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand landed on his stomach, gentle, yet containing the strength of the world.

Two deep furrows appeared in the hard, just-compressed ground.

Chen Changsheng retreated to the edge of these furrows, and when his calves hit the ground, his entire body was sent flying.

He was like a stone that had been tossed out by a strong man. As it whistled through the sky, it became a little black dot.

Shang Xingzhou's gaze moved with it and stopped several li away.

For some reason, he was not at all happy, nor was he as indifferent as before. Instead, he creased his brow.

A cool breeze stirred and his sleeves fluttered. Transforming into a wisp of smoke, he rushed toward that place.

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Several li away, Chen Changsheng lay facedown in the water, looking much like a corpse.

Suddenly, he turned around and rose. Not eve turning his head to glance back, he began to madly run forward.

He was as fast as a galloping horse, leaving a trail of splashes in his wake. However, one could vaguely make out that his right arm was rather stiff as if it had been injured.

No one could possibly receive two of Shang Xingzhou's palms and walk away, even if his cultivation level had to be suppressed in the Garden of Zhou.

That Chen Changsheng was still alive and could still run was not solely because of the toughness of his body. It was also because Shang Xingzhou's two palms had not completely struck true.

In the final moments before Shang Xingzhou's two palms landed, he brought his arm up to block.