So Gu Changge Can Be Injured Too — Prince Shen Is Probably Dead
So Gu Changge Can Be Injured Too — Prince Shen Is Probably Dead
“This...”
All the prodigies who had rushed over couldn’t help but widen their eyes, staring at the scene before them in utter shock.
In truth, just moments ago, if not for the terrifying surge of blood energy that suddenly pierced through the sky, illuminating all directions and dispersing vast swaths of the Eternal Overcast Fog, they wouldn’t have noticed the commotion here and hurried over so quickly.
On one hand, the distance was simply too great — many prodigies lacked the terrifying perception of Ranked Disciples like Gu Changge.
On the other hand, there was the influence of the Eternal Devouring Qi.
The prodigies rushing here not only had to stay on guard against the Successor of Demonic Arts, but also had to cut down the Yin Spirits attacking them along the way, leaving them no attention to spare for anything else.
Now, beneath the heavens, a young figure stood tall.
His hair was black as ink, his gaze profound, his entire body flowing with radiant light, like an immortal Divine Lord wreathed in five-colored divine mist.
With every gesture, Dao charm cascaded down and laws interwove around him, as if he were the very center of heaven and earth.
Unmatched in power, peerless in his generation.
But in stark contrast were the horrifying, ghastly wounds covering that young figure, and his robes, already nearly dyed completely red with blood.
This sight left many prodigies frozen in shock, their scalps tingling, unable to believe this could be Gu Changge.
That transcendent, nearly flawless man without a single blemish — how could he now look like this?
Just what kind of terrifying battle had taken place here?
“Gu Changge...”
Gu Xianer was also frozen in place, murmuring in disbelief.
In all her memories, Gu Changge had always been so powerful and confident, his plans flawless, his composure unshakable.
As if even if the sky fell, he could hold it up with ease.
She still remembered the last time Gu Changge was injured — it was long ago.
Back on the Celestial Ancient Continent, in order to rescue Yin Mei, he had forcefully taken a strike from the Successor of Demonic Arts, wounding his Source.
But today, he was injured once again — and once again, it was because of the Successor of Demonic Arts.
And compared to last time, the injuries this time were far more horrifying.
Even from a great distance, she could sense the pallor of Gu Changge’s face, his life force rapidly draining away.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t see it — Gu Changge’s current state was deeply wrong. His vitality and blood energy were incredibly faint; he was entirely propping himself up with a Forbidden Technique.
This made Gu Xianer’s heart ache, as if it were being squeezed tight.
Her jade hands clenched involuntarily, and an icy killing intent toward the Successor of Demonic Arts rose within her.
So Gu Changge could be injured too.
He wasn’t the omnipotent being she had imagined.
Hong long long!!
The heavens trembled. Countless laws and orders interwove and spread there, as if turning into a boiling ocean.
From the crown of Gu Changge’s head, blood energy entwined with five-colored radiance surged forth.
Then it transformed into a long dragon, converging into that page of the Golden Decree.
With a weng, it abruptly came alive.
It burst forth with billions of divine rays, dazzling and resplendent, so glorious that none could look at it directly.
In the eyes of the prodigies who had rushed over, it was like a sun Illuminating the Skies across all worlds — supremely yang and unyielding, reducing all things to nothing.
Even the most terrifying Eternal Overcast aura, at this moment, melted away like ice and snow, rapidly dissipating.
Many didn’t even dare look directly at it. Their eyes ached unbearably, and even with their eyes shut, the stinging persisted, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Hong long long!
The Golden Decree rose into the sky. Within it, countless sword gleams rumbled and revolved like an Astral River, vast and boundless, then suddenly slashed toward the void.
Grand Runes shattered, faintly accompanied by several muffled groans.
Then the void split open again and again, terrifying great rifts appearing, instantly spreading who knew how many thousands of miles.
Yet even with such terrifying divine might erupting, with the very heavens submerged and obscured by these fluctuations, the Successor of Demonic Arts still escaped — along with his four Sacred Lord Realm subordinates, quickly vanishing without a trace.
Everyone watched all of this in shock.
In the distance, Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, who had been recovering from his injuries, had once again resumed his calm, unruffled public demeanor, chanting Buddhist prayers without saying much more.
In his view, Gu Changge displaying such power at the critical moment was not only to intimidate the Successor of Demonic Arts into retreat.
His other purpose, most likely, was for fame.
“Fishing for fame and compliments...” he couldn’t help but shake his head slightly, not understanding why Gu Changge would use such methods.
Burning his Source and blood energy — if anything went wrong, it could very well leave a lasting affliction on his cultivation path, making future breakthroughs difficult.
At this moment, black mist billowed, and only the lingering fluctuations between heaven and earth told everyone what had happened here.
In such a world-shaking battle, even a Sacred Lord would find it hard to survive. Every inch of the void was still saturated with that soul-chilling, nearly freezing aura that seeped into one’s very soul.
“What a pity. In the end, we still didn’t make it in time to act. If we had arrived here a bit earlier, maybe we could have done something...”
Many lamented with regret. They hadn’t expected that the moment they arrived, they would witness the Successor of Demonic Arts fleeing, failing to capture him.
However, they also knew full well that under such circumstances, even an old monster most proficient in the laws of space couldn’t have intercepted the Successor of Demonic Arts.
Since the Successor of Demonic Arts dared to scheme against a whole host of prodigies, he had naturally arranged everything long in advance.
That, of course, included things like a Space Tunnel.
Of course, quite a few prodigies also breathed sighs of relief, feeling somewhat fortunate.
They had deeply experienced the Successor of Demonic Arts’ power — being able to make it out alive was already a tremendous blessing.
They certainly didn’t expect to annihilate the Successor of Demonic Arts so easily.
But soon, someone noticed something amiss.
Although this battle had been terrifying, with even its residual aura so heart-palpitating, one person was missing.
Prince Shen!
“Why do I only see Young Master Changge and Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk? Where is Prince Shen?”
A Young Prodigy from one of the Ancient Royal Families asked in confusion, his gaze sweeping across the area, yet finding no trace of Prince Shen anywhere.
“That’s right. I remember it was Jin Chan, the Chosen Monk, and Prince Shen who entered first, with Young Master Changge arriving after. Could it be...”
One prodigy’s expression changed, his face paling, his voice cutting off abruptly, not daring to say more.
Prince Shen’s band of followers, including Ying Yu, also panicked at this moment, deeply unsettled, beginning to search and ask around everywhere.
“Prince Shen’s aura has already vanished. If I’m not mistaken, Prince Shen has most likely met with misfortune.”
At this point, it was the Phoenix Lady who took the initiative to speak, her expression heavy.
Wisps of Celestial Phoenix-like runes flickered in her eyes, like little celestial phoenixes dancing along with her.
Her words caused the faces of Prince Shen’s followers to change drastically, all color draining from them in an instant.
They couldn’t believe this could be true. It was like a bolt from the blue — their legs went weak, and they could barely stand.
The prodigies nearby paying attention to all this were also horrified to the extreme, their souls trembling.
“Prince Shen’s aura has indeed disappeared. He’s probably dead. Who would have thought it would end like this?”
“I wonder how Sky Emperor Mountain, the power behind Prince Shen, will react when they learn that Prince Shen died at the hands of Prince Ying?”
The King of Six Crowns nodded as he spoke.
Toward the end, his voice took on a meaningful tone, his expression showing little fluctuation — as if he didn’t mind the matter blowing up further and was even looking forward to watching the show.