Chapter 764: Legendary Grade Stele
Gulumu meant "careful" in the demon language.
Haidi certainly knew that Chen Changsheng would use the Yashi Step, having personally experienced Chen Changsheng's sword techniques on the battlefield the previous year. He understood that this young Pope indeed possessed cultivation talent and swordsmanship far beyond his peers. However, he did not believe Chen Changsheng could defeat the capable subordinates he had brought.
But when Chen Changsheng vanished and a storm of swords erupted in the snow valley, he felt a strong sense of warning.
It was only then that he realized the swords Chen Changsheng had unleashed earlier were deliberately concealing their true level.
In just over a year, Chen Changsheng's realm had not changed, but his swordsmanship had advanced again, reaching an almost unimaginable degree.
Thinking of this, the black-clad girl's decision to directly receive his broken stele must have been a prearranged plan on their part.
This arrangement demonstrated their immense confidence or determination.
They believed that the black-clad girl, holding that pot of green leaves in her hands, could at least delay a terrifying figure like Haidi for a while.
They believed that in that time, Chen Changsheng could kill all the remaining enemies who arrived afterward!
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The snow valley was filled with swords, yet the true forms of the swords were invisible; only the sword intent could be felt.
The wind and rain were the swords, and the swords hid within the wind and rain, occasionally revealing their true appearance only when they had already neared the bodies of those demon clan experts.
Scrape, scrape, scrape, scrape—the sounds of metal grinding and cutting rang out randomly, without any rhythm.
Around the towering figures of those demon clan experts, razor-sharp sword marks appeared chaotically, without any pattern.
Those sword marks were the traces left by the swords cutting into the bodies of the demon clan experts, like lightning, exceptionally dazzling and heart-stopping.
The bodies of the demon clan were naturally tough; even the most ordinary demon had a physique comparable to a human's perfect marrow cleansing. The few who came with Haidi tonight to kill were among the demon military's renowned experts, their physical toughness beyond imagination. Coupled with their faint black demonic qi, even if the swords hidden in the wind and rain were famous blades, they could not break through instantly.
But the demon experts could not counterattack either, because they could not confirm Chen Changsheng's position at that moment.
The swords were hidden in the wind and rain, and Chen Changsheng was behind the wind and rain. To find him, they first had to disperse these swords.
This situation did not last long, because the wind and rain suddenly intensified, and the number of swords dancing in the snow valley multiplied instantly.
Dripping water wearing through stone was an image spanning a vast stretch of time. What Chen Changsheng needed to do was compress countless years into an extremely short moment.
With a soft click, the stone under the eaves, covered in moss with a small hole, finally cracked open a seam, then weakly split apart, breaking in two.
With a soft click, a crack appeared on the body of a demon expert, followed by countless more cracks.
The sword light in the wind and rain suddenly blazed bright, illuminating the gloomy snow-covered face. Hundreds of streams of green blood sprayed from the bodies of the demon experts, looking like a painter in Snow Old City wildly splashing paint onto a black curtain, exuding an eerie, otherworldly feeling.
Several low, pained roars echoed through the snow valley.
Two towering figures of demon experts collapsed like mountains.
If the situation continued like this, given just a little more time, Chen Changsheng could severely wound all the demon experts in the snow valley, then turn back to join forces with the little black dragon, attacking Haidi from both sides. Even if he still couldn't defeat Haidi, he should be able to find a way to escape.
As a figure second only to the Demon General in the demon military, Haidi had roamed the demon snow plains for years—how could he not see through their plan?
A screech filled with killing intent burst from Haidi's lips, and at the same time, a milky-white light shot from his mouth, merging into the overwhelming demonic aura.
That milky-white light was exceptionally pure, without any impurities, even giving off a sacred feeling.
Back in Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng had seen such light before. Though he couldn't turn around now, he already knew what it was—this was moonlight, from the bright moon at the northernmost edge of the continent, possessing energy no less than starlight, and even surpassing it in ferocity!
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Crack, crack, crack, crack—countless crisp shattering sounds rang out simultaneously in the courtyard that had long been reduced to ruins.
It was like tens of thousands of candle snuffs exploding at once, or like firecrackers welcoming the New Year.
Countless crystalline ice shards shattered at the same time, drifting slowly down from the night sky, scattering over the little black dragon and landing on the broken bridge.
The broken stele in Haidi's hand broke through the ice mist, pressing down toward the little black dragon.
The edge of a green leaf curled slightly, and a crack could faintly be seen, as thin as a hair, yet shocking to the eye.
A look of annoyance and anger rose in the little black dragon's pupils.
Her clothes had split open in countless places, and even the corners of her eyes had cracked.
Dragon blood, carrying an indescribable aura, flowed from the corners of her eyes, immediately freezing into two streaks of blood frost.
If Chen Changsheng didn't return soon, or perhaps in the next moment, she would become another dragon to die beneath this broken stele.
The torrential rain in the snow valley suddenly ceased, but the wind did not stop. Chen Changsheng's figure turned into a streak of light, about to flash back.
Those demon experts heard Lord Haidi's screech and knew what Chen Changsheng intended to do next—how could they let him have his way?
The fierce wind suddenly shattered into countless gentle breezes. Amid several muffled groans, a few low hums were hidden.
The right hands of several demon experts turned into a splash of blood in the night.
They did not hesitate to use the demon blood dissolution secret technique!
Chen Changsheng likewise did not hesitate, neither stopping nor trying to dodge. He used the wind's momentum and his fist's force to retreat, moving even faster.
Several dull thuds rang out in the night, then faded away without echo.
Chen Changsheng had already returned to the broken bridge, standing in front of the little black dragon.
The front of his robe was torn open in several places, revealing his skin, with several deep fist marks left on it.
The broken stele was falling.
A beam of light illuminated the broken bridge and the remnant lake.
Like lightning.
Yet so heavy.
Like an iron chain spanning a great river.
Yet so solid.
More like the indestructible embankments on both sides of the river.
This sword was the clumsy sword that only fools like Chen Changsheng and Wang Po could learn.
Knowing its foolishness, guarding its obsession—that was why this sword was the number one defensive sword in the world.
Even a terror like Haidi, even with his full-force strike, even with this unknown legendary grade stele, could not break through this sword.
Chen Changsheng's sword blocked the broken stele.
But his sword could not block that force.
That vast, primordial-like force struck directly at his body.
His right hand, gripping the sword, slammed heavily into his own chest, producing a terrifying sound of bones cracking.
He flew backward, crashing into the little black dragon, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her lips.
Like stones, they flew through the air, piercing through the sky full of ice shards and night, smashing through the snow pavilion in the middle of the bridge, and landing on the opposite side of the lake.