He lightly flicked his left hand’s ring finger, that gold wire which was wound upon his fingertip straightened out with a ringing sound, becoming a gold needle, its tip was extremely sharp, glimmering with a cold glare.
He stabbed the needle into his neck with a lightning-quick motion, deeply, with only a small tip showing.
Following this motion, with the needle entering the opening, he continuously shuddered, helping him to quickly stabilise his divine sense once more, at the same time it stimulated the three broken meridian lines in his upper body, causing them to wound up tightly. After a formless scraping, though it naturally couldn’t allow his meridian channels to become linked, it gave the True Essence flow a wider channel.
Luo Luo and Xuan Yuan Po’s bodies were not the same as his, but through his guidance and treatment for them, Chen Chang Sheng’s understanding of meridians channels had become deeper; though he couldn’t treat his own illness, he could at least achieve this amount of alleviation.
Gou Han Shi didn’t know what he was currently doing and instead, thought it was a method for forcing out his own potential. For a canonical school such as Li Shan Sword Sect, this type of method would definitely be considered a corrupt discipline art. He couldn’t stop himself from frowning.
Chen Chang Sheng didn’t know what was currently going through Gou Han Shi’s head, neither could he concern himself with what Gou Han Shi might be thinking. Using his short sword to cut off a scrap of cloth from his upper clothing, he tightly tied his right hand to the short sword’s hilt, pulling it taut with his teeth.
Gou Han Shi’s brows were lightly knotted and his sword grip tightened considerably, this is because he could feel that something was different.
As Gou Han Shi’s grip tightened, Chen Chang Sheng moved; from the Horn Mansion to the Ox Mansion, transitioning from the East to the sky, within but a moment in time, his figure disappeared, and upon reappearing, he had already arrived before Gou Han Shi.
The short sword broke through the air and came down, yet encountered Gou Han Shi’s sword.
Gou Han Shi didn’t know all the complicated and inexplicable positions to Discerning Steps, but knew Discerning Steps itself, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to expose Luo Luo’s footwork skill at the Ivy League gathering, neither would he had been able to predict his opponent’s movement and prepare sufficiently to meet the accurate blow from the sword in Chen Chang Sheng’s hand.
For all the angles surrounding his body, there wasn’t a single blind spot.
Two swords crossing, but they had yet to fully clash, there was still a minute distance between them; as the True Essence imbued upon the blades met, the air twisted and turned, then dissipated, being forced apart.
A ringing sound reverberated and Chen Chang Sheng flew backwards.
He had wanted to use the method that allowed him to obtain victory over Zhuang Huan Yu, the very same method Gou Han Shi had advised Liang Ban Hu to use in order to defeat Tang Thirty-Six.
Exchanging sword for sword and wound for wound, relying upon his incredibly tough body to seek victory, yet, who could have expected, without even having the two blades properly clash, Gou Han Shi had easily used a single move to force him back.
The most frightening thing was, even though the swords had already separated, Chen Chang Sheng could still clearly feel a strand of True Essence, following the blade’s length and traversing past his inner channels to directly attack his Ethereal Palace.
With a dull thump, Chen Chang Sheng’s inner mind had been injured by the sword manifestation, blood appear on the edge of his mouth and his footsteps touched upon the floor, unable to stand stably. He retreated once and again until he reached the wall, before finally being able to forcefully stand firmly.
A blade’s edge cut through the air, and he raised his sword horizontally in order to maintain a defensive posture. His face was pallid and blood trickled from his lips, looking rather miserable, but what was even more miserable was his current state of mind.
Gou Han Shi really was very strong, far stronger than Zhuang Huan Yu, he couldn’t exchange wound for wound even if he wanted to.
A shrill and forlorn sound once again resounded within the tower and Gou Han Shi’s sword once again came at him, this time the move used was Thirteen Swords of a Toppling Star; the sword struck out like a star, seemingly constant, yet hard to follow.
*PA* *PA* *PA* *PA*
Tens crisp sounds continuously arose.
Chen Chang Sheng could no longer guard the area under his feet and was forced to turn towards his left, continuously retreating, with his steps chaotic, trudging up the damp sand as he retreated a distance of over 30 metres.
As he finally stood firm, he could no longer suppress the malefic feeling within his chest and a sound escaped from his mouth, alongside a mouthful of bl