Fighter of the Destiny

Facing what may be the most powerful existence in the world, and facing the most miserable possible outcome, Chen Changsheng was afraid, nervous, and uneasy...but still not despairing.

He had experienced despair when he was ten years old, got used to it, and knew it was useless.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar by the stream in the distance, holding a button in his sleeve with his right hand.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to have discovered something. His eyes suddenly became sharper. The cold light was like a sword, and the terrifying aura spread towards the mountains and fields.

With the loud roar, the stones in the air were shaken open a little.

The wind and snow were blowing quickly, and the mountain road became even colder. With several crisp sounds, many monks' weapons fell to the ground!

Chen Changsheng found that his right hand was a bit unresponsive, as if it was really frozen, and he couldn't break the button in his palm!

Relying on the continuous formation drive in Hanshan, hundreds of sky stones fell again.

The middle-aged scholar raised his right hand and pointed towards the mountain road in the distance.

An invisible and traceless breath passed through the surroundings of those sky stones and came to the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's right hand was blocked by the middle-aged scholar, but his left hand could still move.

Only a faint sound of metal friction was heard, and the metal ball flying out of the scabbard stretched out at an unimaginable speed.

Chen Changsheng had an old umbrella in his left hand.

Yellow paper umbrella.

A roar echoed through the mountain road, and the stream surged up, splashing into thousands of flakes of snow.

The breath hit the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

The unimaginable violent force traveled along the ribs of the yellow paper umbrella and reached Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng was like a small stone hit by a hammer, swept away by the roaring wind, and hit the hard cliff hard!

The smoke and dust rose up, and then gradually subsided.

A clear trace of a human figure appeared on the cliff, and there were also stone chips on the ground, but there was no trace of Chen Changsheng.

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Chen Changsheng was able to break away from the middle-aged scholar's energy lock and disappear without a trace in such an unimaginable way, naturally relying on the button he had been holding in his palm.

That's not an ordinary button, that's a thousand-mile button.

When Luoluo met the demon assassin in the National Education Academy, she used the Qianli Button, but was blocked by Tianluo.

Tianluo is the weapon of the Demon King. Although its power is no longer the same as before, it can just restrain Qianli Niu.

Now, Tianluo should be in the hands of the Great Zhou court.

Today in Hanshan, Chen Changsheng met Tianluo's master and used the Thousand Mile Button to escape. He was not blocked by Tianluo, but was blocked by a big stone.

He should have left Hanshan Mountain at this time and met up with Mao Qiuyu and Linghai King at the foot of the mountain, but he was still in the mountain.

Thousands of stones suspended in the sky sealed off the entire Cold Mountain, so he could not leave.

It was a huge boulder like a hill, right in front of the mountain road.

Chen Changsheng's face was extremely pale, the injuries inside his body exploded, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the stone.

The middle-aged scholar's distant finger earlier was faintly better than Zhu Luo's sword that he had seen in Xunyang City.

If it weren't for the yellow paper umbrella, he would definitely be dead by now.

Even so, a crack appeared on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella.

Chen Changsheng looked at the blood stains on the stone and confirmed that there was no smell. Still uneasy, he grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and covered it, and then rushed up the mountain road.

In the past battles, he rarely ran away, let alone left his companions, but today was different, because he had no chance of defeating the middle-aged scholar, or even slightly resisting him, and he knew very well the middle-aged scholar's goal. It's him, so the farther he escapes, the safer his companions will be.

So he ran away, very determinedly.

He used the burning sword, burning his true energy desperately, and ran towards the top of Hanshan Mountain at an unimaginable speed.

A dust dragon emerged from the mountains shrouded in night, and reached several miles away in an instant.

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It was quiet beside the stream and on the mountain road.

People were surprised when they looked at the cliff where the smoke and dust had gathered and the traces left by the impact. Tang Sanliu and Zhexiu didn't look, but just stared at the middle-aged scholar by the stream. Even though his face was pale and fearful, and they knew he would die in the next moment, they still stared at him.

The middle-aged book became vivid and walked towards the stream.

The Hanshan Heavenly Stone Array was activated, and hundreds of Heavenly Stones surrounded him.

Zhexiu and Tang Sanshiliu also moved at the same time and rushed towards the middle-aged scholar. Of course they knew that they could not be the opponent of the middle-aged scholar, but the other party was obviously aiming at Chen Changsheng. At this time, he must be chasing Chen Changsheng, so it would be delayed moment by moment...

They couldn't hold the middle-aged scholar back, but he didn't die either.

Away from Xue Lao City and coming to the human world, the middle-aged scholar's time was very precious, at least more precious than their lives, so he ignored them.

Zhexiu and Tang Sanliu had no way of catching up with the middle-aged scholar.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to be walking very slowly, but he instantly appeared on the mountain peak in the distance.

The most terrifying thing was that he was actually walking with hundreds of sky stones.

Those sky stones possess unimaginable weight, and they are all on the middle-aged scholar's body, but they cannot slow down his steps for a moment.

There was a heavy rumbling sound in the mountains, like thunder, countless cliffs collapsed, and the mountain roads were broken.

This image is weird, shocking, scary, and powerful.

As the middle-aged scholar and those sky stones left, the wind, snow and pressure on the creek bank and mountain road suddenly disappeared.

With a bang, the stream water shook off the ground, sprayed hundreds of feet into the sky, and then fell like rain.

The cliffs, mountain paths and grasslands shook violently, and muffled sounds kept ringing.

The persimmons in the woods, like yellow lanterns, fell to the ground one after another. Whether they were ripe or green, they were all smashed into pieces.

Just like those corpses and flesh and blood by the stream.

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The big stone was still floating there quietly, very close to the ground, and seemed to be like a hill.

The middle-aged scholar was on the opposite cliff. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the small mountain-like stone flew over and landed in his hand.

Compared with this hill-like boulder, he looked very small, and even seemed to be completely covered.

A mountain fell into his hands, which may sound inappropriate, but it really happened.

A cold wind suddenly rose among the night-shrouded cliffs, blowing away the dust on the surface of the stone, revealing the blood stains underneath that had not yet completely dried.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and smelled the place. His expression remained indifferent, but he slowly closed his eyes, as if he was intoxicated.

My son is indeed right.

The middle-aged scholar opened his eyes, looked at the blood stains on the stone, and smiled, appearing very satisfied.

The landscape on his face was a little brighter and a little more alive.

The next moment, the landscape turned dark.

Because he raised his eyebrows.

– Not quite done yet, but should be enough.

The hidden injuries left back then should be fully recovered.

He could finally let go of his heavy burden and continue moving toward the ultimate state of great freedom.

Thinking about this and the long years of these thousand years, even he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

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(Next chapter at 8 p.m.)