There had once been a tree where the Demon Lord had stood.
That tree had been chopped into nothingness by the zither player's zither music and Chen Changsheng's sword intent.
As the zither music and sword intent descended, a green leaf on the thinnest tip of the highest branch was swept up by the wind and carried down.
This green leaf fell on the tightly shut eyes of the stone statue by the back gate.
Neither Chen Changsheng nor the blind zither player had noticed the stone statue, and logically speaking, they should not have noticed that the stone statue had opened its eyes.
But when the stone statue opened its eyes, the green leaf was flicked off and lightly drifted into the wind.
The blind zither player's ears twitched. With a flip of his hands, he placed the zither horizontally in front of him. His true essence surged and jolted Chen Changsheng away.
There was no sound, but a speck of light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
This speck of light was a slender speck of light, just like a needle.
This needle of light moved with incredible speed, just like real light. One moment it was in the depths of the darkness, and in the next, it was right in front of the pair.
There was a soft thud.
The slender needle of light easily pierced through the zither player's zither horizontally in front of him, pierced through his left shoulder, and then vanished once more into the darkness.
The blind zither player's face became extremely pale, blood gushing out like glue. The two hands holding the zither fiercely trembled as if they would fall at any moment.
The slender needle of light had only left a tiny wound on his left shoulder, but it seemed to have heavily injured him.
The sound of something tearing through the air resounded as over seven hundred swords flew back from the night sky, protecting Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player within.
Countless swords pointed outwards, making it look like a fruit with countless thorns growing on it.
This was the most stable sword array of South Stream Temple's sword array.
The blind zither player's mind slightly relaxed, but he could no longer endure the pain. With a grunt, he put down the zither.
The slender needle of light had only pierced through his left shoulder, but the divine and bizarre Qi attached to it was constantly gnawing at his meridians.
The blind zither player was half a step from the Divine, but even if he used all his true essence, he could not use his spiritual sense to expel this Qi.
What was this Qi? What was that slender needle of light?
The gazes of Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player pierced through the rain of swords and fell upon the stone statue.
The stone statue had opened its eyes and stood up.
His eyes were extremely indifferent, devoid of any emotion. There was neither love nor hate, only coldness, as if he was not alive.
However, the powerful aura that leaked out from the depths of his eyes was so real and lively.
If one were to look into the depths of his eyes, perhaps one would be able to see the purest form of wisdom, which was the Dharma and Logos of Heaven and Earth itself.
Without a doubt, this stone statue was a real life form.
However, he was different from all the other lifeforms that had ever appeared on this continent, whether it was in the way of existence or origin.
The blind zither player could not see the naked and perfect body or the pair of sacred wings.
However, he could clearly sense the other party's presence.
His face became even paler.
The stone statue slowly raised its right hand.
The night shrouded the courtyard, making it extremely dark. Even Chen Chang Sheng could only use his divine sense to observe the environment.
But when the stone statue raised its right hand, a few rays of light hidden in the cracks in space were extracted from the darkest darkness.
Those rays of light converged on his hand, gradually forming into a beam, and then taking on a concrete shape.
It was a spear condensed from a beam of light.
The blind zither player listened, hearing the finest sounds of space being pierced and then annihilated by those rays of light, but his face was no longer pale.
He no longer had any thoughts, so he was no longer wary or uneasy.
He used his trembling hands to tightly grip the zither and whispered to Chen Changsheng, "Go."
That slender needle of light had left him powerless to fight back, and now they were facing a spear of light!
Chen Changsheng understood the zither player's meaning.
The blind zither player was prepared to use his life as the price to block this spear of light and the possible pursuit of the Demon Lord in exchange for Chen Changsheng's retreat from the darkness.
As long as Chen Changsheng could retreat from the courtyard, he could enter the core of the Li Palace's grand array.
Even if he could not defeat these two peerless experts from the other continent, he would at least have a little more chance of survival, a little more time.
Chen Changsheng did not accept the zither player's request.
At a time like this, even a little more time would not necessarily increase his chances of survival.
And he would not leave the blind zither player alone.
He had already made his preparations.
He knew that when he killed the Demon Lord, there was a high chance that he would encounter a second Angel.
It was also that stone statue that had come to life.
Based on what Bie Yanghong had said, this Angel of Sacred Light presided over judgment and had the sacred name of Hidden Thunder. It was even more frightening than the Angel currently facing off against the Li Palace's grand array.
Chen Changsheng unsheathed the Stainless Sword, connected it to the sheath, and then used both hands to grasp the hilt.
With this action, the string of stone pearls that he had been holding in his hand this entire time also wrapped around the hilt.
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The distant Demon Lord slightly arched his brows at this sight.
He naturally knew what this signified.
The entire continent now knew that Chen Changsheng's dagger would become a longsword after being connected to the sheath.
This would only happen when Chen Changsheng was putting his life on the line.
The problem was that Chen Changsheng should know who his opponent was.
The Demon Lord knew that Chen Changsheng knew, so he did not know why Chen Changsheng would still come to kill him and insist on standing his ground, unwilling to retreat.
Did he really think that he could wipe out a powerful life form from a foreign continent?
Did he really think that in a hopeless situation, putting his life on the line would be of any use?
Chen Changsheng appeared very calm, revealing no hot-bloodedness or impulsiveness.
The courtyard shrouded in darkness was naturally devoid of any solemn or stirring atmosphere.
He was well aware that the Angels of Sacred Light were extremely terrifying.
And for some reason, these two Angels were even stronger than when Bie Yanghong had encountered them.
But he still wanted to try.
Just like how Wang Po had done in that storm in Xunyang City, when he faced Zhu Luo's sword and the moonlight filling the sky.
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The Angel's gaze was very indifferent.
The seven-hundred-some famed swords in the darkness that seemed to be on the verge of a torrential downpour were ignored by it.
Its gaze fell on Chen Changsheng's body.
The expression in its eyes gradually began to change.
More and more callous, more and more severe, and more and more terrifying.
But what was truly shocking was that these were all emotions.
This was an extremely rare occurrence.
What did this Angel see in Chen Changsheng's body?
Or could it be that he felt something from Chen Chang Sheng's body?
An extremely strange syllable burst from the Angel's lips.
Countless peals of thunder seemed to echo through the world.
The Demon Lord's expression turned rather strange at this sound.
Chen Changsheng was the same.
There was no need for the laws of the world to automatically change.
He could faintly understand what the Angel meant. (To be continued.)
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