Chapter 317 - 178: Suppression and Conclusion
Chen Sheng snorted coldly, giving Monk Fazang no quarter. He charged at Fazang again, ready to use this chance to cripple him completely. Seeing this, Lu Xuanzhou moved to intercept, his Cyan River Sword unleashing waves of Sword Qi toward Chen Sheng.
"I almost forgot about you!"
Chen Sheng’s Dragon Roar Blade let out a hum.
The next moment, his Mental Realm erupted, and the light from his blade flared once more.
A chilling blade light flared to life. Wherever it passed, Lu Xuanzhou’s vaunted Sword Qi was instantly annihilated. His pupils shrank as he hastily retreated, simultaneously protecting his body with a layer of Gang Qi.
However, just like Li Xuance before him...
...his defenses were utterly incapable of stopping Chen Sheng’s onslaught.
In an instant, the Gang Qi was obliterated, his Treasure Armor was torn apart, and Lu Xuanzhou’s tied-up hair burst free. Bloody gashes appeared all over his body as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He smashed heavily onto the ground outside the greenstone platform, his aura weakening to a critical point.
Lu Canghai, the Manor Master of Luoyun Manor, leaped up to catch the backward-flying Lu Xuanzhou. He immediately neutralized the Blade Intent Chen Sheng had left behind and stared at his heavily injured, unconscious son.
A coldness silently began to spread in Lu Canghai’s eyes.
But after heavily wounding Lu Xuanzhou with one strike, Chen Sheng suddenly spun around. He did not pursue Lu Xuanzhou. Instead, he gathered all his Gang Qi and brought his blade down fiercely on Monk Fazang, who was still flying through the air.
"Stop!"
Monk Xuanbei’s expression changed drastically. He let out a sharp cry, about to move and block Chen Sheng’s strike.
If this strike landed, Fazang would surely die.
However, Sun Yuzhi suddenly appeared before Monk Xuanbei. A powerful True Essence erupted from him, forcefully blocking Monk Xuanbei’s advance.
Just then, Elder Liang Jingxing of Qingfeng Temple raised a hand, blocking the descending blade. He looked at Chen Sheng and said,
"Captain Chen, be merciful when you can."
If Chen Sheng really killed Monk Fazang, Golden Spring Temple would absolutely not let the matter rest. Today’s battle on Wushan Mountain would cause a massive shock throughout all of Ning’an.
Chen Sheng watched Fazang fall with some regret. He hadn’t held back with that last strike.
If it had landed, Fazang’s body wouldn’t have even remained intact.
His gaze then swept over the crowd, finally landing on Zhang Daoming.
"You’re the only one left. Will you surrender, or will you fight?"
Hearing this, Zhang Daoming smiled, suppressing the apprehension in his eyes. He then leaped onto the high platform and looked directly at Chen Sheng.
"Captain Chen, you’ve just been through a bitter fight. I will not take advantage of you. I will use only one sword strike. If you can block it, I will consider it your win."
"Fine. In that case, I will also use only one blade strike."
Chen Sheng nodded slightly.
The smile on Zhang Daoming’s face gradually faded.
He then leaped into the air, hovering in the void.
An azure Spirit Sword slowly unsheathed itself from his back. His body remained motionless, but a blue light erupted from his eyes.
The next moment, an azure Sword Light shot out.
SWISH!
This sword strike seemed ordinary, but it contained all of Zhang Daoming’s power. Not only did he pour out all of his Gang Qi, but he also infused it with his Mental Realm.
With one strike, the Sword Light multiplied.
Hundreds of rays of Sword Light erupted, seeming to blot out the sky as they slashed down toward Chen Sheng.
Chen Sheng’s hand rested on his Dragon Roar Blade, his expression impassive and cold. The instant Zhang Daoming made his move, he counterattacked. He took a step forward, and Gang Qi erupted from his body like a vast sea.
A chilling blade light condensed between heaven and earth, then suddenly burst forth.
A reflection of azure Sword Light appeared in Chen Sheng’s eyes.
And in Zhang Daoming’s eyes, a chilling blade light was reflected.
BOOM!!!
Sword Qi and blade light collided, and the very air seemed to freeze in that moment.
The next moment, a terrifying roar erupted.
In that instant, countless streams of Sword Qi and blade light, along with the explosive aftershock, swept toward the two of them. Chen Sheng furrowed his brow and blocked the impact with his protective Gang Qi.
A grave expression flashed across his face.
He felt his consciousness dim slightly, affected by his opponent’s Mental Realm.
Zhang Daoming took half a step back, bracing himself with his scabbard on the ground.
Though it wasn’t obvious, the difference in their skill was instantly clear!
At this moment, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze. Countless gazes were fixed on them, filled with shock.
The few Sect Leaders and Elders at the Mystic Realm also wore solemn expressions.
They understood far more than the others.
This exchange between Chen Sheng and Zhang Daoming was not just a duel of Divine Techniques; it was, in reality, a clash of Mental Realms.
And it was clear that Chen Sheng had a slight edge.
Even Zhang Daoming was no match, but this didn’t mean Zhang Daoming was weak—only that Chen Sheng was too terrifying.
After all, compared to the miserable state of the others, Zhang Daoming was undoubtedly in much better condition.
If he had chosen to join the siege against Chen Sheng earlier, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
Suddenly, Zhang Daoming gave a carefree laugh and nodded at Chen Sheng.
"That was a truly impressive strike."
"You’ve won this battle."
Zhang Daoming gave a casual wave of his hand, then calmly looked toward Elder Liang Jingxing.
"Elder Liang, Dao Ming will take his leave now."
Then, without waiting for Elder Liang Jingxing’s reply, he leaped up, drifted away, and vanished into the horizon as a streak of azure light.
Roughly a few dozen breaths later, the azure light suddenly dropped into the mountain forest. Zhang Daoming leaned against an ancient tree, his face deathly pale. He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.
"*Cough... cough...*"
’His Mental Realm... how could his understanding of it be so profound?’
’Good thing... good thing I left quickly... Otherwise, I would have lost all face.’
Zhang Daoming exhaled a turbid breath, secretly feeling relieved.
Although his performance had also been slightly inferior to Chen Sheng’s, this outcome was undoubtedly more acceptable than being beaten into a wretched state.
When word of this got out in the future, it wouldn’t be too shameful.
It wasn’t that he, Zhang Daoming, was weak, but that Chen Sheng was too terrifying—terrifying to the point of being nearly invincible!
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