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

Though he had no sword, he had still used a sword.

Before he had used the Blazing Sword, he had already used the Stupid Sword.

The number one defensive sword technique in the world.

Moreover, though he could not avoid Shang Xingzhou's palm that descended like a falling leaf, he could choose where the attack sent him.

He could also choose how to discharge the force of the attack.

He had even used the Yeshi Step another time while in the air.

As a result, he knew where he had landed.

He was already in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, precisely where he wanted to go.

Upon confirming that he could not throw off Shang Xingzhou using the Yeshi Step, he had begun preparing for what came next.

It now seemed that he had succeeded.

The increasing number of howls and rustles from within the plains seemed to be cheering him on.

In truth, those were the monsters of the plains catching a whiff of his odor and coming to greet him.

The monsters quickly sensed Shang Xingzhou.

Despite their excessive fear, the monsters still drummed up their courage and rushed forward.

Ten-some dragon snakes swam around the water grass, wiping away Chen Changsheng's tracks.

Even more dragon snakes, giving off their awful stenches, silently and stealthily began to make their way toward Shang Xingzhou several li away.

Several black dots appeared off in the distant sky, most likely the demon vultures hurrying over.

It could be believed that in a short while, a tide of monsters would drown out the plain.

But this was not Chen Changsheng's original intent.

Risking being tracked down by Shang Xingzhou, he shouted, ”Retreat!”

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Shang Xingzhou was currently standing in a lonesome patch of reeds that was being lightly blown to and fro by the wind.

He listened to the subtle sounds from within the water and sensed the Qis concealed in the plains. Raising his brow, he said, ”Evil beasts, seeking your death.”

At this moment, a thunderous boom reverberated across the plains.

It was Chen Changsheng's voice.

Shang Xingzhou's raised brows gradually dropped back down.

He was somewhat surprised.

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No monster dared to disobey Chen Changsheng's orders.

Because he was the master of the Garden of Zhou, but more because he had saved this world.

The obedience these monsters felt to him came from both their soul and nature.

Upon hearing his order, even the most vicious and untamable Wind Wolves silently retreated.

In front of the Mausoleum of Zhou, the massive figures of the Mountain-toppling Fiend and the Monster Bull glanced at each other and lowered their bodies once more.

The plains returned to silence, the only sounds left the buzzing of insects and the gentle sloshing of water.

Chen Changsheng's feet struck solid ground.

The white grass served as the path, a frosty white before him. The old and run-down temple was still in its original place.

He ran to the old temple and sat himself behind where the idol used to sit.

His breathing was heavy, his face pale.

He took the needles from his fingers and thrust them into two Qi openings on his neck, after which he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Shang Xingzhou with his cultivation suppressed was not the strongest opponent he had faced in his life, but he did give him the greatest pressure.

Even facing Zhu Luo in Xunyang City or the Demon Lord in Mount Han had not been so hard to bear as today's fight.

Not much time had passed between the peak of Sunset Valley and the old temple, and they had only exchanged two rounds, but he was already exhausted to the extreme.

This was probably the mental pressure one had to endure when a student challenged their teacher.

Though it was hard to say how long he could last or just where it was he wanted to get to.

Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Shang Xingzhou had come to the temple.