Chaotic World Book
Chapter 159 - 155: Still Focused on the Present

Chapter 159: Chapter 155: Still Focused on the Present

Everyone was staring, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how Zhao Changhe had emerged from below.

Tang Buqi thought to himself that appearances really can be deceiving. We were digging holes in the brothel, and you were digging holes underground? And you’re covered in blood. Wait, who’s that girl you’re holding? Is that the maid I sent to you?

In fact, the most shocked person at the moment was Sisi herself.

Zhao Changhe, drenched in blood, had, just moments ago, used a powerful move that left him in a weakened state. A normal person would only think of resting and healing, yet this man came out swinging his sword as if the wound and weakness had nothing to do with him.

Such ferocious bravery seemed like a completely different style compared to his previous calm demeanor when solving cases, and Sisi had no idea how these two styles could merge into one.

"Clang!"

An earth-shattering crash echoed as the Dragon Sparrow heavily struck the Sword Shadow. There was no clash of metal, but rather the collision of wild, uncontrolled energy!

The Ancient Sword’s Sword Shadow trembled slightly. Zhao Changhe flipped backward, landing on a rock, then catapulted forward for another strike. There wasn’t much difference in strength, just a bit inferior, but it was enough to fight!

"Clang clang clang!"

Amazingly, the Sword Shadow moved horizontally and vertically—chopping and slashing, forming a set of basic swordsmanship, as if someone was wielding the sword itself, parrying back and forth with Zhao Changhe’s Dragon Sparrow. With each exchange, Sword Qi constantly spilled out, much like wild beasts shedding fur while fighting...

Tang Buqi and the others, while resisting the Sword Qi, could barely keep their eyes in their sockets.

Fighting a sword was like this? Where would one even strike its vital points?

And why can you fight it?

This Sword Shadow felt utterly invincible, as if anyone who encountered it would be crushed to death. Tang Buqi even doubted whether Tang Wanju or Maitreya, if they descended themselves, would know how to fight it—how could Zhao Changhe possibly contend on equal terms?

Meanwhile, amidst the fierce battle, Tang Wanju and Maitreya knew exactly what was happening.

The power of the Sword Shadow wasn’t as strong as everyone had anticipated.

Firstly, it wasn’t the Sword Emperor’s Personal Divine Sword, but merely a Sword Qi guardian located within the tomb, which had taken the form of a Sword Shadow. Though it contained the essence of the Sword Emperor, it was quite a far cry from the real thing.

Secondly, just as Sisi had deduced, perhaps in the past, these strands of Sword Qi were indeed powerful, possibly each having the strength of someone on the Heaven, Earth, and Human List. However, over the span of countless years, both the power and spiritual essence of this Sword Qi had greatly diminished. The combined force might still be formidable, strong enough to break through the void, but the energy required for such a feat was no joke. How much could possibly remain?

Thinking it over, it wasn’t strong at all.

The reason it seemed insurmountable was mainly due to the dense Evil Qi. Such a substance has been known to influence one’s spirit and instill fear, squashing any will to fight. Plus, the Sword Shadow’s considerable size, along with the massive disturbance caused by its emergence from the void, exerted a severe psychological pressure.

However, as long as someone completely immune to the influence of the Evil Qi appeared, a fight was possible!

In the arena, aside from the two currently battling on the Earth List, the only person who could ignore the impact of the Evil Qi and even thrive as if in his home field, was Zhao Changhe!

After all, the land of Blood Evil was his stage!

The Void Sword Shadow swept over ferociously.

"Ha!" Zhao Changhe, with both hands on his sword, furiously struck down.

His muscles bulged and his tied hair had come loose, with long locks flying wildly.

From afar, one could not tell if the sword was the Evil Sword or the person was the Evil God.

"Clang!"

The sword and dagger collided once again, and the Dragon Sparrow excitedly cried out.

The Sword Shadow possessed both the Blood Evil Qi and the Emperor’s Might—attributes that aligned perfectly with the Dragon Sparrow, which was already eager for battle!

This time, it was the Sword Shadow that fell, not Zhao Changhe!

Zhao Changhe pushed off with his legs, shooting up like a cannonball, chasing after the sword for another slash.

To those watching, the strike seemed to contain the force capable of effortlessly cleaving through thousands of troops, and the dominance that could make all submit—a presence even more intense than that of the Sword Emperor’s intention.

It was the unrestrained release of the Dragon Sparrow’s Power that Zhao Changhe had always kept suppressed.

Was this a mad swordsman or a Sword Emperor? Was it the imposing aura of the Ancient Sword Emperor or the present-day emperor’s overlooking presence? It seemed as if this one strike was going to make it clear!

"Boom!"

A loud explosion came, energy surged, Evil Qi surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across several yards.

The Evil Qi, carrying the energy, left destruction in its wake; trees snapped, rocks shattered, and the space of several yards became flat ground.

This had surpassed Zhao Changhe’s power; this was the power of the Dragon Sparrow and the Ancient Sword!

Tang Buqi and others formed a defensive formation and retreated, laboriously resisting the increasingly dense Sword Rain and the violent energy assaults, finding their hearts growing steadier instead.

The Sword Rain was getting weaker, it had once been murderous and wild, now it felt like cow hair needles.

Now, the huge Sword Shadow in the sky had gotten much smaller, now barely larger than the Dragon Sparrow, and it was still shrinking...

Tang Buqi finally understood how to kill a Sword Shadow, after all, it was just an aggregation of energy, so long as you kept depleting its energy, it would naturally dissipate...

"Whoosh!" A faint beam of light suddenly streaked through the air, heading straight for Zhao Changhe.

But it was Maitreya, seeing the situation going south, willing to fall into an unfavorable fight with Tang Wanzhuang just to deal a blow to Zhao Changhe.

Sisi desperately lunged forward.

I’ve finally caught a glimpse of the treasury, how could I let this bald thief snatch it from me!

Poor Sisi had completely forgotten that her opponent was ranked fifth on the Earth List, and even a casual strike from him was not something she could intercept.

The dagger seemed to cut the beam, but it missed and brushed past the tail; the Dark Weapon still rushed towards Zhao Changhe’s chest, emitting a "ding" sound of metal clashing.

Zhao Changhe was knocked backward, but surprisingly, his chest felt no pain or injury.

He stomped on the ground behind him and soared up with his sword, angrily shouted, "I’ll remember that strike, I, Zhao Changhe, will surely take your head!"

"Shua!" Distracted by his attempt to sneak attack Zhao Changhe, how could Maitreya withstand Tang Wanzhuang? Her sword flashed, Maitreya’s chest sprayed with blood, Zhao Changhe’s chest was unharmed, yet Maitreya’s was wounded—the retribution was swift.

Maitreya couldn’t comprehend what Zhao Changhe had in his chest that could withstand his strike. If he didn’t leave now, he would die under Tang Wanzhuang’s sword.

With no time left to ponder, Maitreya suddenly spat out a mist of blood, forcing Tang Wanzhuang to pull back slightly, then he quickly retreated and escaped, "When my Holy Sect sweeps across the world, I’ll make sure you and your man never recover!"

By the last few words, he had already vanished.

Almost at the same time, the Dragon Sparrow slashed at the Sword Shadow again, which flickered weakly and finally disappeared.

The lingering Evil Qi and Emperor’s Might around the Dragon Sparrow were slowly absorbed, with the dragon roar and the knife’s cry long and unending, as if the Dragon Sparrow was declaring who was the true emperor of the day!

Zhao Changhe plunged the Dragon Sparrow into the mud.

Dragon Sparrow: "..."

It felt like lashing out... but after a tremble, it quieted down.

Because at that moment, Zhao Changhe had no strength left. He leaned on the sword on the ground, wearily holding the hilt, hardly able to stand without the support of the Dragon Sparrow.

Tang Wanzhuang stood on a distant treetop, quietly watching Zhao Changhe.

His body bore countless wounds, scars from the Sword Qi. His True Qi was exhausted, his vital energy had declined, and he was bloodied and inhuman in appearance.

A mere push from a child would probably be enough to topple him.

Yet the Blood Evil Qi and Emperor’s Might swirling around the Dragon Sparrow seemed to blend perfectly with him. From a distance, he looked both divine and demonic.

Tang Buqi and the onlookers felt a tremor in their hearts. Tang Buqi thought to himself that the nickname of the Maitreya Sect was accurate; he indeed resembled a bloodthirsty Asura, but that didn’t seem to be quite the right level. What should he be elevated to?

Zhao Changhe had no idea that Tang Buqi could still spare such thoughts at this time. Even lifting his head was a chore for him. He slowly looked up at Tang Wanzhuang.

The night breeze fluttered by, the stunning fairy’s garments billowed in the wind, absolutely beautiful under the moonlight, her gaze was filled with immeasurable depth.

Their eyes met for a moment; just as Tang Wanzhuang was about to speak, Zhao Changhe turned his head, looking gently at Sisi beside him, whispered, "Thank you for that block just now."

Sisi also looked at him sidelong, thinking I might not have intended to save you, I want the treasury... besides, I dodged air, it didn’t have any effect.

But seeing his gaze, she didn’t say these words out loud, only muttered, "Don’t you dare kick me away."

Zhao Changhe replied with a smile, "If she dares, I’ll turn against her."

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