Chapter 209: Two Blazing Trails Across the Sky
Under the command of the black-robed strategist, the intelligence network of Snow Old City was highly efficient. The events that had occurred at the Southern Stream Conclave Ceremony some time ago had already been written into extremely detailed files, which even included a painting by a defecting painter from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
The Demon Lord had personally seen that painting, had seen the two stunning sword lights depicted on it, but still believed the descriptions in the files were too exaggerated. It was only today, witnessing those two sword lights with his own eyes, that he realized reality was even more exaggerated than the files described.
That Holy Light Angel stood quietly, gazing at the Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong across from him.
Golden blood slowly dripped from his broken white wing.
His expression remained indifferent, but his eyes had grown serious.
He had not expected that these two young humans could withstand a full-force strike from his light spear.
What truly put him on guard was the sword intent of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
That fused sword intent was still not enough to defeat him, but something hidden within it made him feel an unprecedented unease.
It unsettled him even more than the string of stone beads on Chen Changsheng's wrist.
That dry, piercing aura shooting from the yellow sand straight into the sky, that intent that seemed capable of destroying all things—what exactly was it?
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The Holy Light Angel possessed unimaginably vast knowledge, for he had lived an exceedingly long life and was granted the Holy Realm's Eye by the gods.
Thus, he could foresee the terror of those stone beads in advance, could even recognize Chen Changsheng's three swords, see through his sword traces, and break them directly.
But he did not know what that intent was that emerged when Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong's twin swords merged.
That intent was destruction, originating from the long-lost Two Severing Blade Art—to be precise, it was World-Burning.
The Two Severing Blade Art was the ultimate technique of Zhou Dufu.
The twin-sword fusion of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong was itself rooted in their past practice of the Two Severing Blade Art at the Zhou Mausoleum and the Heavenly Book Mausoleum.
When their sword lights descended, they naturally carried a trace of Zhou Dufu's powerful will from when he stood against the entire world, even daring to destroy it.
Faced with such will and aura, even a sacred powerhouse from a foreign continent would feel fear.
Zhou Dufu was the strongest beneath the starry sky.
Whether the Central Continent or the Holy Light Continent, both lay beneath that starry sky.
The Holy Light Angel took a deep breath.
With that breath, the air around the entire courtyard began to rage wildly.
His bare chest and abdomen slowly rose, then fell.
Amid this, countless sounds of wind and thunder were faintly audible.
He raised his light spear, aiming it at Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
Fear stemmed from a threat to his long life, and this would ignite his boundless desire to kill.
This was the instinct of life, even if he was a servant of the gods.
The Holy Light Angel decided to kill Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, using his strongest means, even if it might worsen his injuries.
He could not allow these two young humans to continue growing.
From dozens of zhang away, Chen Changsheng could also feel the terrifying pressure emanating from that light spear.
He did not intend to retreat, because the Holy Light Angel was too fast—even if Xu Yourong could keep up, he could not.
He raised his left hand, pointing it at the light spear from afar.
The stone beads that had already fallen back onto his wrist began to spin, making a cracking sound.
The sound seemed light, but within it was hidden the power of countless moments of time.
The thousand-odd sword lights scattered across the night sky broke through the air and silently hovered around him and Xu Yourong.
The Southern Stream Conclave Sword Formation was formed once more, with the Heavenly Book Stele as its foundation. Chen Changsheng believed it could withstand the Holy Light Angel's attack, at least for a moment.
If they could buy just a moment, he and Xu Yourong could strike.
He believed Xu Yourong should understand his intent, but from the corner of his eye, he saw she made no move, only gently shook her head.
—They could not continue fighting here; otherwise, too many would die.
The priests outside the courtyard, without the protection of the Palace Departure Grand Formation, would surely be killed by the shockwaves of the ensuing battle.
How many of the demon race's people in White Emperor City would die?
Chen Changsheng glanced at her and knew what she was thinking.
He had no objection to this.
"Let's go," Chen Changsheng said.
Xu Yourong extended her left hand and grabbed his collar.
He was much taller than her, yet she grabbed it effortlessly, with practiced ease, as if she had done it many times before.
With a loud boom.
Yellow sand raged, and a cold wind howled.
White wings flickered briefly, then vanished.
Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were gone.
A hole had been torn in the clouds of the night sky.
The Palace Departure Grand Formation naturally opened a path.
The Holy Light Angel in the night sky, who had been opposing the formation, could not stop them in time.
Golden blood no longer dripped; the broken white feathers on the ground were starkly visible.
That Holy Light Angel looked up at the sky, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He did not understand why these two young humans had chosen this method of battle.
As a servant of the gods, he was born able to use the rules of heaven and earth's principles.
Even the fastest strongman on this continent could not surpass him in speed.
The confusion lasted only a moment.
Countless rays of light illuminated the night sky.
Another hole appeared in the night sky.
Wings beat in the wind.
The answer also drifted in the wind.
The Holy Light Angel transformed into a streak of light, chasing after them.
The courtyard fell silent again.
The Demon Lord emerged from the depths of the night, looked up at the clouds in the sky, and saw the two holes slowly closing.
"How enviable," he sighed. "I wish you'd grow old overnight, yet I don't want you to grow old together—what's to be done?"
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Night only covered half the courtyard.
Not far from the ground, they entered the clear daylight.
The entire White Emperor City could see the anomaly in the sky.
It was two extremely conspicuous blazing trails.
At the front of the two trails, white wings could faintly be seen fluttering.
Seeing this scene, the demon race's people were stunned speechless. Some thought they had seen gods and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
The two blazing trails in the sky extended upward, seemingly slow but in truth incredibly fast, chasing each other.
In the span of a few breaths, the two trails entered the higher clouds.
The clouds radiated infinite light, as if about to ignite.
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The cold wind slapped against their faces at high speed, like ice blades.
The beating of wings compressed the air at unimaginable speed, producing thunderous roars.
Xu Yourong carried Chen Changsheng as they flew into the sky, into the depths of the clouds, surrounded by a vast expanse of white.
Without experience, it would be easy to lose direction, even crash into the hard earth.
Xu Yourong naturally had no such problem.
Chen Changsheng, having many experiences riding cranes, was also calm.
Perhaps because the air was thinning, or the clouds were thickening, the surroundings suddenly grew quiet.
Chen Changsheng turned to look at Xu Yourong.
Sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, scattering into gentle light fluff, falling on her face, beautiful beyond compare.
The beauty here was not about the play of light and shadow.
It was her picturesque brows and eyes, and the crystalline beads of sweat at her temples.
Chen Changsheng suddenly asked, "Do you often fly with people?"
Xu Yourong glanced at him, puzzled why he would ask this question at such a time.