Ze Tian Ji-Chapter 1177 – Her Answer

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Chapter 1177 – Her Answer


Translated by: Hypersheep325


Edited by: Michyrr


It turns out that Master expected this all along.


Chen Changsheng was somewhat emotional.


No wonder his master had said in their last conversation that no matter what Black Robe was thinking, she would never succeed.


While Chen Changsheng was getting emotional, Black Robe was wearing a nasty expression, and the eyes of everyone else had extremely complicated expressions.


On the other hand, the Demon Lord's gaze toward Xu Yourong was growing increasingly passionate and reverential.


Did they really have to kill Chen Changsheng?


Why had Shang Xingzhou given Xu Yourong this mission?


"Why?"


Black Robe asked, "Are the two of you not Daoist companions?"


Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong truly were Daoist companions, the most famous pair of Daoist companions in the continent. Everyone knew that they were a perfect match for each other.


But Shang Xingzhou firmly believed that she could kill her lover, calmly and determinedly.


If Chen Changsheng realized the answer and was not willing to die, Xu Yourong would be the best executor.


No one, not even Chen Changsheng, would expect her to kill him.


For Shang Xingzhou to predict this and to dare make her the executor was truly extraordinary.


Of course, the most extraordinary was still Xu Yourong.


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"Do you still remember the conversation we had ten years ago outside White Emperor City?"


Xu Yourong looked at Chen Changsheng and asked.


Chen Changsheng had found the answer and calmly accepted it, so she naturally did not need to play the part of executor.


They seemed to have spoken simultaneously, but she had actually been just a little slower.


Chen Changsheng remembered what she had said.


"If your wife treated you extremely well but had a poor personality, or was an evil and wicked person, what would you do?"


Bie Yanghong had been the one who had brought up this question.


Chen Changsheng's answer was that he would advise his wife to stop, would stop her from committing evil, would stand guard at her side for the rest of his life.


This was actually rather similar to Wang Zhice's answer.


Tang Thirty-Six's answer was very straightforward: 'Why should I stop them? Isn't it quite pleasant to be big villains together?'


Xu Yourong's answer had been as fierce as the west wind blowing outside the city.


"I would kill him, then follow him in death."


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Chen Changsheng was not an evil and wicked person.


But tonight's circumstances were somewhat similar to the situation in that question.


Chen Changsheng knew what she meant and very seriously declared, "I don't want it."


Xu Yourong answered, "I want it."


If any other woman said this, she would just seem like she was throwing a tantrum or was peeved.


She really was throwing a tantrum, and she was also rather peeved, but she was too calm for anyone to believe this.


Chen Changsheng looked into her eyes and said, "My death is enough. There's no need for you to die."


Xu Yourong replied, "I don't want to fool you. Once you die, who can stop me?"


Chen Changsheng thought this over and replied, "That's reasonable. Then let's do it together."


There was no sorrow, or passion, or tears.


Calmly, they had declared that they would die together.


Ye Xiaolian silently wept.


Zhizhi was fuming.


The rest of the crowd felt respect.


The Pope and Holy Maiden were truly extraordinary people.


Only two people had very intense reactions.


Tang Thirty-Six angrily roared, "The two of you are idiots! It's not even the final moment yet, so why are you playing the part of a tragic couple!"


Black Robe harshly shouted, "Do it! Kill each other! I don't believe that you can really pull it off!"


"I'm not an idiot, and I'm naturally in no rush to do the deed. I'm just telling you that your plan can fail at any time."


Xu Yourong used her words to reply to both people, and then she turned to Wang Zhice and said, "You can still think for a while."


Wang Zhice had been observing and waiting this entire time.


Before those changes he was waiting for had occurred, he observed, to his surprise, a few problems.


That spatial path between the two continents was clearly rather unstable.


There was no problem with the pillar of light from the Sacred Light Continent. Even in his several hundred years of observation within Sangharama Temple, he had never seen such a pure energy.


The problem was with Chen Changsheng's body. The energy of the burning Sacred Light seemed to be a little less than expected.


Of course, this was a good thing.


Black Robe had also noticed this problem.


She was shocked and unable to understand why.


She was well aware of how many sacrifices that Pontifex Maximus of the other race had needed to make the fruit of Chen Changsheng, how much Sacred Light had been poured in.


On an individual level, one could even say that his body contained an infinite amount of Sacred Light.


Even if Chen Changsheng had suffered many injuries over these last few years and bled a great deal of Sacred Light, as well as consumed a great deal, that was not even one-ten-thousandth of the sum total.


How was his body now missing so much Sacred Light that even the spatial path had become unstable?


More and more people began to notice this problem.


And then many people realized the answer.


Black Robe also realized it.


In these last few years, Chen Changsheng had refined many Cinnabar Pills, shedding a great deal of blood every month.


This blood was rich with the energy of Sacred Light, which is why his believers called it divine blood.


Black Robe had an extremely nasty expression. Taking out her metal plate, she closed her eyes and began to calculate.


At the same time, Xu Yourong took out her Fated Star Plate and began to calculate.


The atmosphere became even more tense.


Several dozen gazes moved back and forth between Black Robe and Xu Yourong.


In terms of calculation and predictions, these two women were unquestionably the best in the world.


After a short while, Black Robe opened her eyes, a relieved smile appearing on her face.


After a few moments, Xu Yourong opened her eyes and tiredly shook her head.


The crowd could see what the result was.


"The spatial path truly is rather unstable, but it can last until the Angel army comes over."


Black Robe stared into Xu Yourong's eyes like she was an old witch staring at an apple. Giggling, she said, "So you will still have to kill him."


Tang Thirty-Six did not understand, nor could Xiao Zhang, Linghai Zhiwang, or the rest. If Chen Changsheng died, the spatial path would be severed, and Black Robe's lifelong wish would meet with defeat. Should she not be very nervous? Why did she seem more concerned over whether Xu Yourong would kill Chen Changsheng?


Only Xu Yourong, Ye Xiaolian, and Zhizhi understood, and Nanke had a vague inkling. This was because they were all women.


"You or me?"


Xu Yourong asked.


"I'll do it."


Chen Changsheng replied.


Swooshswooshswooshswoosh!


Countless swords flew through the air.


White vortices appeared in the sky.


Three thousand swords flew into the air and then returned like swallows. They hovered in the surroundings like a paused downpour.


The South Stream Temple sword array had been formed.


Chen Changsheng stood within.


He had fought many battles this way.


But tonight, all these swords were reversed, their sharp tips pointed at him.


Chen Changsheng closed his eyes.


The three thousands vibrated and buzzed as if struggling.


He had been of one mind with this storm of swords ever since he had taken them out of the Sword Pool. This was the first time such a thing had ever happened.


The swords had received his will, but they were not willing to follow his orders.


But in the end, they were his swords.


Swooshswooshswooshswoosh!


The three thousand swords dropped down from the night sky, a torrential rain aimed at Chen Changsheng!


Tang Thirty-Six's face paled.


Ye Xiaolian's hands tightly covered her mouth.


The cinnabar birthmark between the little Black Dragon's eyes was incomparably red, her vertical pupils raging with fury.


And yet, Xu Yourong was still not looking at him.


She was still looking at Wang Zhice.


Wang Zhice finally moved.


His sleeve ruffled.


But he did not raise his left hand. Instead, he let out a soft shout.


Everyone, including him, had just seen something inconceivable.


Those swords suddenly stopped right as they were about to land, halting in the air.


Time seemed to have stopped.