Chapter 984 – Frosty Clouds and Collapsing Rocks
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Chen Changsheng still did not know what specifically had happened in White Emperor City.
Why would the Demi-human race ally with the Demon race? Just what was the White Emperor couple actually thinking?
But regardless of what had happened, as long as he could kill the Demon Lord, everything could be easily resolved.
Luoluo could not possibly be married off to a dead man.
The Council of Elders and the Demon Commander back in Xuelao City would assuredly go on a thunderous rampage.
And would Black Robe, who was never afraid to think the worst of the world, perhaps believe that this was a trap set by Chen Changsheng and Madam Mu?
Of course, it was extremely difficult to make Madam Mu suddenly change her mind and let him kill the Demon Lord.
But who knew? Perhaps at the crucial moment, Madam Mu would suddenly realize that the Demon Lord's death might be a great benefit to her and the Demi-human race.
The phrase 'it might be very interesting' symbolized an open ending where anything imagined had the chance to come true.
When Chen Changsheng thought of this phrase, so did the Demon Lord.
He realized that he really might lose to Chen Changsheng's sword.
But he still did not think that he could die in another land, far from Xuelao City.
Moreover, just as Chen Changsheng yearned for his death, he also yearned for Chen Changsheng's death.
If Chen Changsheng died in White Emperor City, even if he was the one to do the deed, the demi-humans would still find it hard to pretend they were uninvolved.
No matter how rigorous of a schemer Madam Mu was, she could no longer play both sides against each other. She would have to completely defect to the Demon race, as the demi-humans were simply incapable of resisting the raging flames of the Human race bereft of its Pope.
When he thought of this possible scenario, the Demon Lord once more resolved to kill Chen Changsheng.
The observation platform was a high and spacious stone platform, a thousand zhang in circumference. Other than the pear tree planted beside the railing, there were no other plants growing on it. With the Xiang clan leader and the other personages having retreated, the platform seemed even more spacious, like a cold and endless plain.
The Demon Lord was still standing underneath the pear tree. There were no white flowers on the branches of the tree, but there were still green leaves, bursting with life.
Across from the tree was a storm of swords, Chen Changsheng and Luoluo standing within.
A chill emerged from the Demon Lord's body, assailing his surroundings.
This chill was so extreme, so pure, that the green leaves seemed to become transparent as they froze.
It was not just the observation platform. In the Imperial City and all of White Emperor City, the rapid drop in temperature caused countless clouds of fog to emerge.
This fog condensed together into a single cloud that was not white, but black.
All of this looked both incredibly strange and abnormally terrifying.
It was like the famous abyss had been moved here by the Demon Lord.
Was this chill the legendary Demon Breath?
This was not Chen Changsheng's question.
In the snowy mountains, he had exchanged blows with two generations of Demon Lord, so he knew that this was the most intrinsic quality of the Demon Imperial clan, and also their most powerful move.
The Demon Lord was the most pureblooded member of the Demon Imperial clan at present.
His Demon Breath was naturally the most purely terrifying substance on the continent.
If he were facing an ordinary human cultivator, the Demon Lord could rely on the extremely cold temperatures naturally caused by the Demon Breath to effortlessly freeze his opponent's sea of consciousness and harden their meridians. Finally, in the most tyrannical fashion, it would destroy his opponent's body.
From a certain perspective, the Yellow Springs art cultivated by the Longevity Sect's Chusu was very similar to this move of the Demon Imperial clan.
When he first realized this, Chen Changsheng had even thought of a certain possibility: the Longevity Sect had been secretly colluding with Xuelao City for several centuries. Perhaps it was only after that previous sect master received instruction from the previous Demon Lord that he began to walk down the evil path that was the art of the Yellow Springs?
The little Black Dragon had made it so that Chen Changsheng was not afraid of Chusu's Yellow Springs art, so he was naturally resistant to the Demon Lord's move.
The flowers of frost dropping from the sky and the icy cloud rising from the city had no effect on him.
His gaze pierced through those snowflakes onto the Demon Lord under the pear tree.
As his gaze descended, countless swords began to howl over the observation platform.
Innumerable sword glows shone and then swiftly disappeared, vanishing from sight.
The Demon Lord did not move, but with a thought, he had begun his attack.
Chen Changsheng did not move, but with a glance, his swords had struck.
The icy cloud enveloped the stone platform, completely obscuring the figures of Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord.
It was no longer possible to see the flowers of frost, the leaves of ice, or those famous swords in the sky.
All that could be heard was the melodious hums of swords and the occasional heavy crash in the cloud like some roar from the abyss.
Like a bolt of lightning, a sword glow would occasionally light up a part of the cloud, vividly illuminating the structures of those flowers of frost, so beautiful that they seemed unreal. It would also vividly illuminate the two figures in the cloud, so oddly enchanting that they seemed unreal.
The sword like lightning whose light could pierce through the icy cloud was naturally Chen Changsheng's Stainless Sword. No matter how formidable was the Demon Breath within the icy cold, it could not leave a single mark on the Stainless Sword's surface. Even now, its surface was still as bright as a mirror.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord were both using the Yeshi Step. His Yeshi Step was naturally not as formidable as the Demon Lord's, but with Nanke's instruction over the last few days and his use of sword techniques as movement techniques, he was able to draw level in terms of speed.
Thus, strength was what would decide this battle. 'Strength' sounded like a simple word, but it was actually an extremely complicated and vast concept. Only a true expert of the continent like Bie Yanghong could clearly understand its true meaning. His instruction to Xuanyuan Po two days ago had actually been very important, though it was unknown how much Xuanyuan Po had comprehended.
Chen Changsheng and Demon Lord were both very young, but they were both extremely talented and peerless geniuses. They had already developed their own distinct understandings of this concept. Thus, one could conclude that since the battle had remained within the confines of the icy cloud, no extra Qi was lost as excess.
However, even the Garden of Zhou could be opened by force and not even a Star Domain could truly cut off the world. As long as one lived under the starry sky, one would undoubtedly have a connection with the world. As this battle proceeded, it still managed to reveal some of its intimidating power.
This was an invisible abyss of Demon Breath and a soundless sea of sword intent. Even if it was just ripples that leaked out of the icy clouds, they still had a massive effect on the surrounding environment. Countless deep fissures began to spread across the stones outside the cloud, an ever-expanding spider web. If not for the protection of a seal, the entirety of the vast platform would have already collapsed into a pile of rubble.
Farther away, this battle had even greater effects.
The plaza in front of the Imperial City was now playing host to many fine marks, short but straight, as if they had been carved out by a sword.
Countless ants surged out of the ground, but before they could walk even half a foot, they were frozen by an invisible Qi, upon which they swiftly decayed.
An extremely deep crack suddenly appeared on the outer edge of the Whalefall Platform.
With a terrifying crack, the Whalefall Platform collapsed.
A massive rock tumbled down, picking up speed and howling through the air as it smashed towards the densely packed crowd in front of the Imperial City.
Chapter 984 – Frosty Clouds and Collapsing Rocks
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Chen Changsheng still did not know what specifically had happened in White Emperor City.
Why would the Demi-human race ally with the Demon race? Just what was the White Emperor couple actually thinking?
But regardless of what had happened, as long as he could kill the Demon Lord, everything could be easily resolved.
Luoluo could not possibly be married off to a dead man.
The Council of Elders and the Demon Commander back in Xuelao City would assuredly go on a thunderous rampage.
And would Black Robe, who was never afraid to think the worst of the world, perhaps believe that this was a trap set by Chen Changsheng and Madam Mu?
Of course, it was extremely difficult to make Madam Mu suddenly change her mind and let him kill the Demon Lord.
But who knew? Perhaps at the crucial moment, Madam Mu would suddenly realize that the Demon Lord's death might be a great benefit to her and the Demi-human race.
The phrase 'it might be very interesting' symbolized an open ending where anything imagined had the chance to come true.
When Chen Changsheng thought of this phrase, so did the Demon Lord.
He realized that he really might lose to Chen Changsheng's sword.
But he still did not think that he could die in another land, far from Xuelao City.
Moreover, just as Chen Changsheng yearned for his death, he also yearned for Chen Changsheng's death.
If Chen Changsheng died in White Emperor City, even if he was the one to do the deed, the demi-humans would still find it hard to pretend they were uninvolved.
No matter how rigorous of a schemer Madam Mu was, she could no longer play both sides against each other. She would have to completely defect to the Demon race, as the demi-humans were simply incapable of resisting the raging flames of the Human race bereft of its Pope.
When he thought of this possible scenario, the Demon Lord once more resolved to kill Chen Changsheng.
The observation platform was a high and spacious stone platform, a thousand zhang in circumference. Other than the pear tree planted beside the railing, there were no other plants growing on it. With the Xiang clan leader and the other personages having retreated, the platform seemed even more spacious, like a cold and endless plain.
The Demon Lord was still standing underneath the pear tree. There were no white flowers on the branches of the tree, but there were still green leaves, bursting with life.
Across from the tree was a storm of swords, Chen Changsheng and Luoluo standing within.
A chill emerged from the Demon Lord's body, assailing his surroundings.
This chill was so extreme, so pure, that the green leaves seemed to become transparent as they froze.
It was not just the observation platform. In the Imperial City and all of White Emperor City, the rapid drop in temperature caused countless clouds of fog to emerge.
This fog condensed together into a single cloud that was not white, but black.
All of this looked both incredibly strange and abnormally terrifying.
It was like the famous abyss had been moved here by the Demon Lord.
Was this chill the legendary Demon Breath?
This was not Chen Changsheng's question.
In the snowy mountains, he had exchanged blows with two generations of Demon Lord, so he knew that this was the most intrinsic quality of the Demon Imperial clan, and also their most powerful move.
The Demon Lord was the most pureblooded member of the Demon Imperial clan at present.
His Demon Breath was naturally the most purely terrifying substance on the continent.
If he were facing an ordinary human cultivator, the Demon Lord could rely on the extremely cold temperatures naturally caused by the Demon Breath to effortlessly freeze his opponent's sea of consciousness and harden their meridians. Finally, in the most tyrannical fashion, it would destroy his opponent's body.
From a certain perspective, the Yellow Springs art cultivated by the Longevity Sect's Chusu was very similar to this move of the Demon Imperial clan.
When he first realized this, Chen Changsheng had even thought of a certain possibility: the Longevity Sect had been secretly colluding with Xuelao City for several centuries. Perhaps it was only after that previous sect master received instruction from the previous Demon Lord that he began to walk down the evil path that was the art of the Yellow Springs?
The little Black Dragon had made it so that Chen Changsheng was not afraid of Chusu's Yellow Springs art, so he was naturally resistant to the Demon Lord's move.
The flowers of frost dropping from the sky and the icy cloud rising from the city had no effect on him.
His gaze pierced through those snowflakes onto the Demon Lord under the pear tree.
As his gaze descended, countless swords began to howl over the observation platform.
Innumerable sword glows shone and then swiftly disappeared, vanishing from sight.
The Demon Lord did not move, but with a thought, he had begun his attack.
Chen Changsheng did not move, but with a glance, his swords had struck.
The icy cloud enveloped the stone platform, completely obscuring the figures of Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord.
It was no longer possible to see the flowers of frost, the leaves of ice, or those famous swords in the sky.
All that could be heard was the melodious hums of swords and the occasional heavy crash in the cloud like some roar from the abyss.
Like a bolt of lightning, a sword glow would occasionally light up a part of the cloud, vividly illuminating the structures of those flowers of frost, so beautiful that they seemed unreal. It would also vividly illuminate the two figures in the cloud, so oddly enchanting that they seemed unreal.
The sword like lightning whose light could pierce through the icy cloud was naturally Chen Changsheng's Stainless Sword. No matter how formidable was the Demon Breath within the icy cold, it could not leave a single mark on the Stainless Sword's surface. Even now, its surface was still as bright as a mirror.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord were both using the Yeshi Step. His Yeshi Step was naturally not as formidable as the Demon Lord's, but with Nanke's instruction over the last few days and his use of sword techniques as movement techniques, he was able to draw level in terms of speed.
Thus, strength was what would decide this battle. 'Strength' sounded like a simple word, but it was actually an extremely complicated and vast concept. Only a true expert of the continent like Bie Yanghong could clearly understand its true meaning. His instruction to Xuanyuan Po two days ago had actually been very important, though it was unknown how much Xuanyuan Po had comprehended.
Chen Changsheng and Demon Lord were both very young, but they were both extremely talented and peerless geniuses. They had already developed their own distinct understandings of this concept. Thus, one could conclude that since the battle had remained within the confines of the icy cloud, no extra Qi was lost as excess.
However, even the Garden of Zhou could be opened by force and not even a Star Domain could truly cut off the world. As long as one lived under the starry sky, one would undoubtedly have a connection with the world. As this battle proceeded, it still managed to reveal some of its intimidating power.
This was an invisible abyss of Demon Breath and a soundless sea of sword intent. Even if it was just ripples that leaked out of the icy clouds, they still had a massive effect on the surrounding environment. Countless deep fissures began to spread across the stones outside the cloud, an ever-expanding spider web. If not for the protection of a seal, the entirety of the vast platform would have already collapsed into a pile of rubble.
Farther away, this battle had even greater effects.
The plaza in front of the Imperial City was now playing host to many fine marks, short but straight, as if they had been carved out by a sword.
Countless ants surged out of the ground, but before they could walk even half a foot, they were frozen by an invisible Qi, upon which they swiftly decayed.
An extremely deep crack suddenly appeared on the outer edge of the Whalefall Platform.
With a terrifying crack, the Whalefall Platform collapsed.
A massive rock tumbled down, picking up speed and howling through the air as it smashed towards the densely packed crowd in front of the Imperial City.
