CHAPTER 485: CHAPTER 472: YING SHUANG FINALLY FACES ZHAO CHANGHE

Heavenly List number six, the master of the Listening Snow Tower, the Snow Eagle...

Since the Ba Mountain Sword House was the openly known front for the Listening Snow Tower, I originally thought Wuding was the Snow Eagle and was puzzled about why his strength hadn’t reached the Heavenly List level... so, it really isn’t him?

Was Wuding really doing all this because he was following someone else’s orders? Had his prestige dropped to the mud?

Zhao Changhe looked at Wuding with a curious expression, constantly feeling that his actions weren’t like those of someone taking orders. Moreover, since the Snow Eagle had been lurking and observing, why didn’t he take action, watching as Wuding got into a dangerous situation and even lost the Bone Sword... was it because he trusted Wuding’s abilities too much? By the time he realized something was amiss here, was it already too late?

It barely made sense...

Regardless, this time the Heavenly List’s number six was lured away by the Thief Saint, it seemed the Bone Sword was important to him... at least I don’t have to face someone from the Heavenly List.

Now, the situation here... Zhao Changhe’s gaze landed on the cave, constantly feeling that there was something slightly off about the atmosphere inside.

As someone who, in less than two years had traversed more secret realms than others in their entire lifetimes, Zhao Changhe felt he had sensed the intertwining atmospheres of two realms. The Heavenly Book inside the ring also faintly reacted, seeming to have a new ’page’ companion nearby.

It seemed that the operations executed by Wuding, although the crucial Bone Sword was gone and couldn’t forcibly break open the space, had already made the spatial barriers weaker. Just needed to find the right spot, and perhaps I would be in.

However, finding that spot was difficult, just like initially at the Kunlun Volcano, looking down from the volcanic mouth it seemed like a normal volcanic belly, but who knew that jumping down there would lead to a mini secret realm hiding a Heartflame? Chichi circled outside for three days and couldn’t find it, just a barrier away, while inside I was embracing Huangfu Qing for three days...

Where is that spot now?

"Hey, Blind Blind."

Blind Man: "?"

Regardless of whether she heard him or not, Zhao Changhe murmured to himself, "Do you still want the third page of the Heavenly Book?"

Who’s manipulating whom, huh? The Blind Man had transferred many people before, but this was the first time she saw someone taking control like this, it actually made her laugh: "To reiterate once more, you’re the one who wants the Heavenly Book."

"You don’t?"

"..."

"Stop pretending, tell me how to get in, otherwise, it’s always not too good to keep maintaining the Heavenly Book."

"Go maintain it slowly on your own!" The Blind Man coldly threw down these words, and stopped talking.

It seemed she was pissed off and left, but Zhao Changhe still sensed a faint node in the location, roughly inside the cave, and it might collide with the deepest part of the cave wall... very normal, after all, the Array and Bone Sword had drilled here for so long, the weakest intersecting point here was possible... but surely this wasn’t the normal entrance to the secret realm, no knowing where one would end up upon entry...

Why do I always meet such stubbornness, weren’t the haughty and aloof supposed to have retired from the environment...

...

The communication with the Blind Man actually lasted only a moment.

While Zhao Changhe was pondering, Wuding stood somewhat blankly in place, not knowing if he too was contemplating the doubts that flashed through Zhao Changhe’s mind, or if he was dazed by the disruption of the long-planned grand scheme.

Ying Shuang and the others silently observed Han Wubing, their eyes filled with complexity.

"I truly love swords."

Who doesn’t...

All were swordsmen who had practiced swords from a young age, the Sword Dao had already merged with their lives. Especially in a world where martial force was the passport, this was more fatal than modern people losing their mobile phones and networks. Ying Shuang wasn’t even sure if she could muster the courage to live without her sword.

Zhao Changhe recalled how, beneath the Sword Lake in the Sword Room, he and Chichi were tenderly affectionate, Wubing ignoring everything else, his eyes only filled with swords as if that was the purpose of his life.

Do Sword Slaves not have selves...

Actually, most of the time they do, like right now, Ying Shuang could do anything she wanted, even if she thought about crippling her own abilities.

But the four White-clothed Swordsmen present, standing in the chilling wind in silence, not one was willing to let go of their swords, willing to turn into powerless useless beings.

A hero cutting off his own arm is easy to say, sometimes it’s tougher than death.

But Han Wubing did it without a change of expression.

Even Yue Hongling couldn’t help feeling a touch of admiration in her heart, but Zhao Changhe was too lazy to think so much. Amidst the bleakness, Zhao Changhe moved, moved again, suddenly dashed forward, grabbed Han Wubing and turned to run, simultaneously quietly passing a message: "Hongling, retreat."

Yue Hongling also snapped back to her senses and quickly fled.

Although Wuding was injured, the condition of the two of them was not good either, fighting back was still not feasible, taking the chance to escape with someone was good enough, Wenqing could just go home.

As soon as the three of them made a move, Wuding, who seemed dazed, also immediately regained his senses, his face somber and without a word, he leaped and thrust his sword directly at Han Wubing’s back, seemingly unable to accept a Sword Slave escaping control in this manner and wanting to kill him right there.

Zhao Changhe pulled Han Wubing behind him, Dragon Sparrow furiously cleaved: "Wuding, have you no shame?"

Yue Hongling closely coordinated, with Ancient Sword Dragon Emperor directly aiming for the side of the neck.

Wuding really felt some fatigue, this couple was too in sync, almost as if they practiced together in their embrace every night, one movement and they knew how to coordinate.

But he said nothing, after all, if they could still save their intended "traitor" under these circumstances, then the Sword Pavilion might as well cease its operations in the Worldly Society.

Wuding’s sword energy surged, engulfing all three: "What are you waiting for! Block their retreat path!"

Ying Shuang and the others quickly surrounded them.

Zhao Changhe, however, noticed something about Wuding that might or might not be a strength... Whenever he made a move, Ying Shuang and the others were only responsible for blocking, never allowed to join the encirclement, even up to now.

At least he still had the basic pride of a swordsman, the sixth on the Earth List, a top Grandmaster, it would be too embarrassing to gang up on a few juniors.

But this moment gave Zhao Changhe an opportunity; blocking the rear, right? The only position near the cave was held by Ying Shuang, not directly in the way, but off to the side.

The cave entrance was like an unguarded maiden, waiting for someone to penetrate.

As Wuding thrust his sword, Zhao Changhe gave Yue Hongling a look, pulling Han Wubing sidelong as if to retreat.

Wuding never expected Zhao Changhe was planning to die by darting into the cave ahead, instinctively directing a sword to block his retreat.

Yet Zhao Changhe’s form suddenly folded, the momentum of retreat almost defying physical laws as he switched directly forward, Yue Hongling too withdrew her sword as the couple, hand-in-hand, dashed toward the cave with Han Wubing.

Wuding: "?"

"Are they seeking their deaths?" Wuding immediately sensed something fishy, bellowed, "Stop them!"

Ying Shuang stepped diagonally, a sword sealing the cave entrance.

A dragon form suddenly appeared, and the Ancient Sword Dragon Emperor was already at his face.

Ying Shuang parried sidelong, his strength, thirty-third on the Human List, was not to be underestimated; even with Yue Hongling’s injury, his sword did not force him back.

A broadsword silently reached his chest.

Ying Shuang was about to dodge when his mind suddenly blanked, as if his thoughts were abruptly cut.

In this world, no gods, no Buddha, nor me.

When Zhao Changhe discovered this truth about the sword slaves, he had always been pondering one question during battle... his own "world without self."

What does "world without self" mean?

Do these sword slaves, still count as "having a self"?

Where is the difference between being controlled by Evil Qi and them?

Is it to surrender all thoughts to the Sword Intent, to the Evil Qi, to the slaughter, or is it because of more important things, to forget "self’s" pursuit, for something beyond oneself, to defy heaven and earth with the sword?

If Blood Filling Mountains and Rivers could mobilize others’ Evil Qi using one’s own, from one’s Qi and blood to incite the enemy’s Qi and blood change, then can "world without self" from one’s own selfless state, allow the opponent, at least those with similar experiences, to achieve a temporary "selflessness"?

My own "world without self," what kind of hell is that.

When a strike arises, leaving the opponent without "self"...

At that moment, Hell is Like This.

This must be the Sword Intent of the Second Layer Secret Treasure... finally seeing the way.

Ying Shuang’s mental blankness recovered, his chest ached, seemingly as if blood was spraying.

He lowered his head to see an inexplicably opened chest, then looked at Zhao Changhe and the two who had burst in within a strike, still as if in a dream, not knowing how they died.

Wuding rushed to his side but did not spare him a glance, directly pursuing into the cave.

However, upon entering, the cave was empty except for a broken Array, shining brightly on the ground.

"Where are they!" Wuding’s roar came from inside the cave: "They can’t have vanished, search every inch!"

Ying Shuang gave a wry smile, tilted his head back and fell.

A flash of golden light passed above.

"Mid-May. Ying Shuang hesitated in his search, after nearly a year, faced Zhao Changhe head-on... Zhao Changhe struck him down with one strike."

"The Human List falls, ranks supplanted..."

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