Immortal Travel of Longevity-Chapter 213: Longevity Sword Intent Suppresses the Golden Halberd
Chen Changsheng tapped the ground lightly, soaring upward with steps as light as willow catkins, landing upon the surface of the Tongtian River.
Close behind, Second Prince Yingyuan pursued, swinging his Golden Spear Halberd.
He concealed his Dragon’s Might, not utilizing the river or sea’s currents.
Leaving behind only the Golden Spear Halberd to face the Immortal Sword held by the Man in Blue Robe.
Amid the heavy rain, Chen Changsheng held his sword at his side, not a single drop wetting his robe.
In that instant, the outside world seemed completely shut out.
Rain couldn’t reach the river’s surface; winds swept everything away.
“Dang!”
“Zheng!”
The Golden Spear Halberd trembled, and a hum surged from the Rain-Listening Sword.
“Boom!!!”
After a few clashes, water columns erupted from the river, shooting skyward.
Chen Changsheng extended two fingers, uttering a command: “Sword, cross the river and sea!”
Golden Light infused the sword. Responding immediately, the Rain-Listening Sword unleashed Sword Qi across the river, splitting a chasm into the water as it flew.
Yingyuan’s expression grew composed as he swung the massive halberd.
“Stop!”
“Right now!”
His halberd collided with the Rain-Listening Sword.
Tip met tip, their clashing force throwing up towering sprays.
“Boom…”
The Rain-Listening Sword flew back, returning to Chen Changsheng’s grasp.
The shockwave tousled Chen Changsheng’s hair, yet his face remained calm as he stepped forward.
But Yingyuan, gripping the Golden Spear Halberd, stumbled backwards several paces. The halberd itself vibrated so violently it cracked the tiger’s mouth of his hand.
“Argh!!!”
Yingyuan, however, didn’t retreat. His aura surged fiercely again.
Sweeping the halberd across the water, Yingyuan leapt high, bringing his weapon crashing down towards Chen Changsheng.
Deep beneath the river, Old Dragon King Ying Zheng watched, a faint smile touching his lips.
“Now that looks like my son.”
The Old Dragon King felt immense pride. Beside him, an ancient turtle chuckled respectfully.
“The Dragon Lord speaks true.”
Chen Changsheng smiled gently, watching the descending halberd. “Coming at me? Good.”
As he spoke, a wave of Sword Intent manifested.
Suddenly, the river seemed empty — nothing existed but Chen Changsheng standing upon it.
All sounds vanished — the rain, the wind, the flow of water — fading completely in this moment.
Between Heaven and Earth, only one man and one sword remained.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand slightly, a gleam of sword light flickering.
No sword hum. No surging Sword Qi.
With just that one strike, he repelled the Dragon Palace’s Second Prince, who wielded the Golden Spear Halberd, forcing him back hundreds of steps.
Yingyuan staggered back, finally steadying himself only to find he could barely grip the Golden Spear Halberd.
Eroded by the Sword Intent, a sudden panic seized Yingyuan. Frantically looking around, dread stirred within him.
Not just him — Water Demons watching from a distance were affected too, their faces instantly contorting in pain.
The Old Dragon King’s brows furrowed beneath the water.
The Turtle Prime Minister felt a chill. “What Sword Intent is this…?”
The Old Dragon King spoke gravely: “The suffering of eons passing; the sorrow of longevity.”
The Turtle Prime Minister was taken aback. “The sorrow of longevity?”
“It’s the loneliness within it.”
The Old Dragon King never imagined Chen Changsheng would unleash even his Sword Intent.
“Such high regard indeed.”
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Yingyuan clenched the halberd. Under the Sword Intent’s pressure, the force of his presence weakened.
“This isn’t over!!!”
Yingyuan ground his teeth. River spray struck his eyes.
Was that redness rage, or the sting of river water?
Gripping the Golden Spear Halberd, he charged anew. Retreat one step? Advance two. Retreat a hundred? Advance a thousand!
Rise again where you once fell.
“Hoo…”
The great halberd cleaved the river, surging waves in its wake.
Yingyuan’s face twisted with ferocity. “So what if you hold Providence itself? I. Won’t. Retreat! Again!”
Death held no fear! Fear defeat today? Then accept defeat forever.
Seeing the defiant fire reignite in Yingyuan, Chen Changsheng felt a flicker of relief.
Yet, it wasn’t enough.
“Listening to Rain,” Chen Changsheng summoned.
The Rain-Listening Sword shot forth like lightning, its Sword Qi twenty percent stronger than before.
Yingyuan fought back against the Sword Intent, bracing for the Immortal Sword’s attack.
“Clang! Thud!”
Above the river, Golden Spear Halberd met Rain-Listening Sword.
Chen Changsheng simply stood far off, watching serenely.
Yingyuan swung desperately, blocking the Flying Sword again and again. Its swift, unpredictable strikes wore him down.
“Slash!”
Sword Qi tore through his dragon robe, leaving a bleeding gash.
Yingyuan ignored it. He kept the halberd’s grip tight.
For the first time, he felt utterly, fiercely alive.
The life-or-death struggle with no fear, only pressing forward without retreat—only he understood that feeling.
“Thud, thud…”
It was also because he feared nothing that the massive halberd in Yingyuan’s hands became wild and formless, leaving him open to attack.
Red gashes appeared on Yingyuan’s body.
Blood fell into the river, staining its waters crimson!
“Hahaha, hahaha…”
Yingyuan laughed wildly, shouting: “What is there to fear! What is there to fear!!”
Below the river’s surface, the Turtle Prime Minister watched anxiously.
Seeing the Second Prince gravely wounded filled him with concern.
“Dragon Lord, the Second Prince, he…”
The Turtle Prime Minister panicked. If this continued, the Second Prince might truly die by Mr. Chen’s sword.
The Old Dragon King Ying Zheng simply said calmly, “He must taste some bitterness.”
The Turtle Prime Minister clicked his tongue but dared not say more. His worry, however, did not lessen in the slightest.
From the very start, Yingyuan had been suppressed by the Rain-Listening Sword.
Yet despite the multiple sword wounds, his fierce spirit showed no sign of fading. On the contrary, it suddenly began to surge!
That faint, barely discernible aura gradually began to match Chen Changsheng’s Sword Intent.
It seemed to reach a critical point.
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
The sword intent stopped pressing down.
Yingyuan, covered in wounds, sharply lifted his head.
“Break!”
His sweeping halberd sent the Rain-Listening Sword flying away.
Yingyuan’s eyes seemed to hold the power of rivers and seas. Seizing the brief opening, he charged forward, halberd raised.
“Die!”
A hundred steps closed in the blink of an eye.
Yingyuan’s aura surged to its peak; he poured every last bit of strength into this halberd strike.
Success or failure rested on this single move!
The halberd shot forth like a streak of Golden Light, carrying waves of icy cold straight for Chen Changsheng’s face.
The Tongtian River itself trembled at that moment.
The rain hanging overhead fell, winds swept over the river surface, and everything around seemed drawn by Yingyuan’s overwhelming presence.
Cornered but defiant, weak yet somehow managing to stir rivers and seas—this time, it wasn’t because he was the Dragon Palace’s Second Prince.
He was just Yingyuan!
Chen Changsheng gazed steadily at the oncoming halberd and did as before, repeating his trick.
He raised two fingers.
“Clink…”
In that split second, the wind ceased and the rain stopped.
Once again, the long halberd was caught and held motionless between the Green-Robed Gentleman’s two fingers.
In that single instant, all the strength drained from Yingyuan. His aura completely faded away.
As he lost consciousness, a few mumbled words slipped from his lips.
“I…”
“am not afraid of you…”
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Chapter 213: Longevity Sword Intent Suppresses the Golden Halberd
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