Zhuang Huan Yu headed towards him, repeating those words once again, he then said: “This really has made me feel somewhat disappointed.”
Witnessing Chen Chang Sheng’s ability, was one of the most important aims for his participation in the Grand Examination.
From when he was still outside of Li Palace, to the Hall of Zhao Wen, River Qu, then the woodlands outside of the Tower of Purging Dust, seeing the scene of Luo Luo and Chen Chang Sheng together made him feel enraged, then calm; the more enraged he was, the calmer he also became.
Chen Chang Sheng stood up, looked at him and said: “Hit me first before saying anything.”
After these words, his figure once again disappeared.
Sand billowed everywhere within the tower, as if it was a blizzard.
He forcefully wrung out the last of his True Essence reserves, his divine sense calculating the positioning at an unbelievable speed.
Within the blizzard-like sand, his figure flickered in and out of view, sometimes in the East, sometimes in the West.
In just an instant, countless footprints appeared, covering the floor, densely, akin to the myriad of stars in the night sky.
He followed the positioning of the Twenty-Eight Mansions in his movement, his footwork erratic to the extreme, extraordinarily difficult to grasp, as if in the next moment he would appear before Zhuang Huan Yu and deliver a decisive blow.
No matter how fast, swift and powerful the Sword of Hithering Light was, it couldn’t catch up with Chen Chang Sheng while he was in this state.
Chen Chang Sheng did not keep track of Zhuang Huan Yu’s sword, nor did he care for his surroundings, he only concentrated on his own movements through Discerning Steps.