Chapter 23 The Sweet Scent of Blood (1/2)

Shen Lian could not bear to watch. The man in green was too violent, and it seemed that Ling Chongxiao was going to lose soon.

Right at this moment, Ling Chongxiao's lower abdomen collapsed without any premonition, as if it was a thin layer of paper.

Experts like the man in green calculated their every move, and their estimation of the decisive timing in the battle was usually accurate.

However, he did not think that Ling Chongxiao could react to his move of 'retrieving chestnut from the fire' even after he had taken a blow from the Deity Vanquishing Sword.

Although momentum led his palm rushing against the wind, he did not manage to touch Ling Chongxiao's body.

The vicious strike fuelled by momentum was lost in the action. It was as though the momentous move got sunk into the quicksand.

Shen Lian picked up a scent. It was a special and pleasant scent, with a hint of sweetness.

Ling Chongxiao's greenish brows turned red, and blood droplets formed on it.

The scent was from these blood droplets. It was because of his Qi and blood condensate too quickly and led to an explosion. He could not lock all of his vitality up despite having calmed the white tiger.

This was a foreshadowing of the enormous strength that Ling Chongxiao was about to emanate.

Ling Chongxiao turned his palm strike into a fist and straightened it out to look like a giant wooden shaft of a Chinese spear that stood against the wind.

The changes took place so quickly that even Shen Lian was not mentally ready for it. He did not think that a winner would emerge so suddenly, and what a shocking result indeed.

The man in green fell out of the hall like a kite and was drenched by the rain.

Like the countless time the man in green had slaughtered in the past, he himself was slaughtered this time around.

His eyes were filled with blood, but there was no hint of fear on his face. His expression was the expression he had when he dealt his last move – proud with a dash of relief.

However, nothing could change the fact that he had lost. It was an utter defeat.

A wisp of green smoke rose from the man in green's body and floated in the rain. It was mixed up with hints of blood, something that even a storm could not wash away.

One knock coming from the wooden fish, a reminder to rethink and contemplate.

The crisp tone of the wooden fish triumphed over those of gold and precious stones; it vibrated through and dispersed the green smoke. Eventually, the smoke returned to the man in green's body, and nothing strange happened.

Shen Lian did not sigh. He had no pity for the man in green. Though, he felt something that was indescribable.

He wondered if the man in green would have walked on the same path if he could do it all over.

Treating human lives in such a cavalier manner, it was not only the lives of others that he did not cherish, but his own as well.

The reason why his life did not last was due to him lacking the respect for it.

A gush of warmth returned to his body, and he felt it coursing all over him. He was slightly feverish. By the time he regained his composure, he found himself standing again.

Ling Chongxiao's green brows were red, but he did not look brutal. The way he looked was comparable to that of a Daoist expert, patiently cultivating in the midst of the cruel world.

Just like the Dizang, the bodhisattva who was at peace and at ease even when he was in the midst of evil spirits.

Partly because of his baldness, Ling Chongxiao looked even more like an enlightened monk.

Shen Lian stifled a laugh.

As he was staring at Ling Chongxiao's bald head, Ling Chongxiao had noticed him.

”Baldy baldy, no worries when it rains, others have umbrellas, while I have my bald head. Young child, you should not be this disrespectful to adults,” he patted Shen Lian's forehead and hummed.

”Eh, I'm not a child. And you really can't sing,” Shen Lian replied in a serious tone.

”Children hate it when people call them a child,” Ling Chongxiao smiled.