Chapter 1515: One Sword, One Thought!

　　Translated by: Hypersheep325

　　Edited by: Michyrr

　　Bagus.h.i.+du softly breathed in, and the Stellar Energy in his body began to turn. He was preparing to take action. The moment w.a.n.g Chong failed, he needed to move, but regardless, he had fulfilled his end of the deal with Ozmish.

　　Truly, what a pity!

　　Bagus.h.i.+du looked at w.a.n.g Chong and internally sighed.

　　Bagus.h.i.+du’s judgment was correct; w.a.n.g Chong was in an extremely dangerous situation. All kinds of swords in various states of disrepair, all gleaming with golden light, were howling toward him.

　　Bang! w.a.n.g Chong suddenly jumped forward with all his strength. A moment later, he heard a deafening clang.

　　Thousands of flying swords had struck the chain behind him, unleas.h.i.+ng an explosion of sparks.

　　The chain forged from Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron and covered in all kinds of ancient inscriptions was peppered with dense marks, some even gouging several inches deep.

　　While w.a.n.g Chong had managed to escape, his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

　　The meager Stellar Energy available to him was rapidly dwindling.

　　There was no time for hesitation. w.a.n.g Chong hastily focused his mind and repaired the flaw, once more taking up his disguise as a giant chain.

　　But while he had escaped one disaster, an even greater danger was coming.

　　w.a.n.g Chong’s body was getting heavier and heavier, that invisible pressure having already doubled or tripled in this brief period, and it was showing no signs of stopping.

　　Not only that, w.a.n.g Chong’s Psychic Energy was also being consumed at an astonis.h.i.+ng rate.

　　It was like he was constantly battling with some high-level Psychic Energy.

　　In the thick fog, the flying swords were continuing to circle around. They had lost w.a.n.g Chong’s energy, but the first-generation successor had already grasped w.a.n.g Chong’s general location. He only needed a little more information to pin his location down and kill him.

　　But w.a.n.g Chong had to deal with an even greater crisis first.

　　Buzz!

　　There was a hum in the air, and w.a.n.g Chong soon sensed an immense energy hurtling toward him at incredible speed.

　　Even w.a.n.g Chong and his tangible Psychic Energy couldn’t help but feel insignificant in the face of this power.

　　It was like an ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken was facing a supreme expert who could shatter mountains by waving a hand.

　　“How could this be!?”

　　w.a.n.g Chong instantly paled, and at this moment, the world seemed to spin, the fog tearing open for a moment so that w.a.n.g Chong could see the divine sword thrust in front of the altar.

　　Unlike the flying swords, this divine sword was dignified, solemn, and holy. In w.a.n.g Chong’s eyes, it had the grandeur and immensity of a mountain.

　　It’s that sword!

　　w.a.n.g Chong’s mind trembled in understanding.

　　Buzz!

　　As w.a.n.g Chong set eyes on the sword, the sword suddenly transformed, taking on a sharp and vicious aura. Soon after, boom! The world exploded as the ma.s.sive sword slashed down at w.a.n.g Chong.

　　Plus.h.!.+ The sword pa.s.sed through his body, and w.a.n.g Chong trembled and vomited blood.

　　w.a.n.g Chong’s Psychic Energy was at the tangible level and was unmatched in the world, but this sword had instantly dealt it a heavy blow. His face turned ghastly pale and his clothes were as drenched as if they had just been fished out of the water.

　　Not only that, in a burst of golden light, countless flying swords shot toward him. w.a.n.g Chong jumped forward, but this was a feeble and awkward jump, lacking any of his previous grace.

　　The numerous swords brushed past the chain, and though w.a.n.g Chong had used all his strength, one of the swords still managed to strike his right leg, causing blood to spurt out.

　　“How could it be like this!?”

　　w.a.n.g Chong fiercely raised his head, shock in his eyes.