Chapter 773: Sigh of Frost and Snow, Alas the Endless Night
The Dragon race was the highest order of sacred beings across all continents, possessing an overwhelming advantage, especially against life forms such as demonic beasts or spirits.
Upon hearing the dragon's roar, the demon clan beauties and the noble lady's faces turned deathly pale, letting out shrill, miserable screams. Their spiritual forms instantly became ethereal, as if they would dissipate at any moment!
Chen Changsheng would never miss such an opportunity. Moving with the Yashi Step, he trod upon the position of the Zhen Star, breaking through the void to arrive behind them. With a sweep of his right sleeve, he whisked away An Hua and that adjutant general.
That sweep of his sleeve seemed to have rolled up the stars in the night sky as well, because the world between heaven and earth suddenly turned pitch black.
In truth, that was because the countless stars had been blotted out.
Zhi Zhi vanished from her spot.
In the night sky, an additional Xuan Shuang Frost Dragon appeared.
Its dragon body, vast as a mountain range, completely obscured the starry sky above the snow valley.
This scene was extraordinarily magnificent, yet utterly terrifying.
At Gaoyang Town by the snowy ridge, a drunken soldier saw the image in the sky and thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
When he realized it truly was a black dragon, he fainted dead away.
Then, more people in Gaoyang Town saw the black dragon spanning the night sky. Screams and cries of weeping rose and fell without end, never ceasing.
In the snow valley, there were no screams, let alone cries. There was only the sound of hard objects being frozen solid and then torn apart.
Countless breaths laden with frost and snow surged from the mouth of the Xuan Shuang Frost Dragon in the night sky, cascading down toward the ground.
The swirling ice floss in the air was instantly frozen into even finer powder. The dry lakebed was directly frozen and cracked open. The newly gushing hot springs hadn't even had time to release their steam before they were frozen into glass-like ice slurry, and then that ice slurry was frozen and cracked again!
Wherever that frigid breath reached, everything between heaven and earth was frozen solid, then split apart!
This was the most powerful and most terrifying ability of the Xuan Shuang Frost Dragon—the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath!
The Deep Freeze Dragon Breath carried countless frost and snow, but this was no ordinary frost and snow. It fell with incredible speed, more like a torrential rain, blanketing the entire lake garden.
Accompanied by the heart-stopping sound of tearing, countless tiny rents appeared on Nanke's dress. The Southern Cross Sword in her hand showed signs of ice erosion, especially at the hilt, where cracks were already visible.
In an instant, she was injured. Blood, its color altered by the frost, splattered into the night sky.
A sharp, violent screech burst from her lips.
The two demon clan beauties dispersed, turning into countless tiny specks of light that drifted over, frantically surging toward her back to form a pair of demonic green wings.
The green light illuminated the dark, gloomy lake garden, tracing countless bizarre, indecipherable lines.
Nanke, like a bolt of lightning, darted back and forth across the frost-covered lake, evading the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath falling from the night sky.
The restrictions that Wang Zhice had once placed on Zhi Zhi were not completely lifted; she had not yet fully recovered her strength. Even if she did, she was still not a fully mature Xuan Shuang Frost Dragon. The range of the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath was limited after all. If Nanke could fly out of this area of Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, she could escape this impending doom.
Just then, another light flared up.
It was not the green flowing light traced by Nanke's wings in the night, but a warmer red light, as if reflecting the setting sun on the river's surface.
Twilight filled the ruined garden, and the setting sun reflected in the night sky.
With a clang, the short sword was drawn from its sheath!
As soon as Chen Changsheng drew his sword, he used the Sunset Hanging, the move from the Wenshui Three Styles with the fastest sword intent propagation and the widest range!
Countless sword lights surged from the sheath, like ten thousand beams of golden light on the river, rising with the wind, or like the net cast by a fisherman on a small boat.
The second sword was the Fisherman's Triple Chant from the Lishan Sword Style!
Countless sword bursts scattered, flying in all directions across the night sky. The incredibly sharp sword intent cut through everything between heaven and earth, forming an impenetrable net.
Even if Nanke was as fast as lightning, she could not break through this sword net in a short time and fly out of the frost-covered lake garden.
If she tried to break the sword net, the dragon breath pouring down from the night sky would freeze her demonic body. If she confronted the dragon breath head-on, she would be pierced by ten thousand swords!
If no other unexpected events occurred, this seemed to be her destined end.
However, the Demon Lord was still present.
For some reason, Chen Changsheng and Zhi Zhi had completely ignored the Demon Lord from the very beginning, using all their most powerful methods on Nanke.
The reason for this was that Nanke was the relatively weaker link, the one most easily broken through by them.
As for the Demon Lord, given Chen Changsheng and Zhi Zhi's cultivation level, even if they used every means at their disposal, they could not shake him in the slightest. So why bother paying him any attention?
Moreover, Haidi was still there. Regardless of whether he was willing to ally with humans, he should understand that this was his best opportunity tonight, and also his last.
The Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, carrying countless frost and snow, fell upon the lake garden and also upon Haidi's armor.
Instantly, countless oval, rain-streak-like marks of ice erosion appeared on the black armor, while also slightly masking the fluctuation of power within his demonic body.
Haidi would certainly act, and when he did, he would use his most powerful method.
The mountain-like broken stele silently smashed toward the Demon Lord!
Haidi was well aware that even if the Demon Lord was severely injured, with his strength far from its peak, he could not be defeated by him.
He never even thought of injuring his opponent; he only wanted to hold him back for a moment.
As long as the Demon Lord could not come to the rescue, Chen Changsheng might succeed in killing Nanke. Then, turning back, with the three of them against one, they would have a glimmer of hope.
Clearly, this was what Chen Changsheng had thought from the start. What Haidi had to do was to cooperate with his plan.
What was the Demon Lord thinking? He paid no attention to the broken stele hurtling through the air, nor did he look at his daughter, who was on the verge of death amidst the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath and countless sword energies. Instead, he lowered his head to look at the ancient zither in his arms. His long, steady fingers landed on the strings and plucked lightly.
A moving, clear note sounded.
Then... it became urgent.
Chaotic notes arose, like ten thousand trees rustling as their leaves fell.
Countless zither notes flew up from the strings, ignoring the terrifying Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, and flew in all directions.
The starry sky was obscured by the Xuan Shuang Frost Dragon. The snow valley and the lake garden were plunged into pitch blackness, like the deepest night. Suddenly, countless sparks flared up in the darkness.
The sparks came from friction and collision—not between stone and stone, nor between metal and stone, but between the zither notes and the swords.
The countless famous swords that Chen Changsheng had scattered with Sunset Hanging and Fisherman's Triple Chant encountered countless zither notes.
Each time they met, a crisp ring sounded, and a spark flared.
Thousands of swords, thousands of zither notes, thousands of encounters, thousands of sparks blooming in the air. Between heaven and earth, it was as if a giant tree of fire had suddenly sprouted.
Those sparks fell from the sky, yet were not frozen by the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath. When they landed on the ground, they still burned. The ice and snow melted, and flames licked out from the beams.
The world became much brighter, and it was precisely because of this that the darkness could be clearly seen.
Just like the Demon Lord's face.