Bie Yanghong had once placed all the scenes of that battle between the Divine in Chen Changsheng's mind.
The language of the Sacred Light Continent was rather similar to Dragon language.
When he was a child, he had memorized the last volume of the Daoist Recital in Xining Village's old temple. He had learned from his master how to pronounce those words.
In the cave beneath New North Bridge, he had learned Dragon language from the little Black Dragon for a very long time.
The Demon Lord could understand the Angel's language, and he could understand some of it as well.
Although it was not very precise, he knew that the Angel's words were not the meaning of the stealer of fire.
The meaning of those words, or those syllables, was probably 'descendant of light' or 'inheritor of light'.
What did this mean?
Chen Changsheng did not understand.
The change in the Angel's eyes, that callous, stern, and terrifying expression, did not seem to be an attitude toward him. It seemed more like a form of wariness.
Suddenly, the Angel appeared outside the rain of swords.
There was no sound, no movement. It seemed like it had not moved, but it was no longer where it had been standing.
This was a rather bizarre sight that made one shiver in fear. It was like it could completely disregard the supreme laws of the world.
The Angel looked at Chen Changsheng and raised the spear of light in its hand.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind zither player.
The zither player sensed what he wanted to do.
The wind ruffled his white hair.
The blind zither player's fingers rested on the zither strings.
The cold and mournful zither music resounded once more, concealing an immense unwillingness.
If not for the sneak attack of his sect master, he would probably have already stepped into the Divine Domain. Even if he was still no match for this Angel, he would still be able to fight it head-on.
Truly unwilling!
But … so what!
The zither music suddenly grew louder, all its unwillingness transforming into a will to fight that slashed at the Angel outside the sword array!
Agitated by the zither music, the several hundred swords in the night sky buzzed and began to vibrate so quickly that it became impossible to see with the naked eye.
The howling winds blew the yellow sand on the ground, but they could not get past one foot.
The one foot above the ground was filled with zither music and sword intent.
The blind zither player burned all his true essence to unleash his strongest attack.
At this moment, the intent of the South Stream Temple sword array was pushed to its limit.
The Angel paid no attention to it, and it made no attempt to dodge. It continued to stand at its original spot, calmly watching Chen Changsheng.
The sound of the zither and the sword will had disappeared.
Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player had been staring at the Angel this entire time, confirming that it had done nothing.
Even if this Angel possessed an unimaginably perfect divine body, how could it not leave behind a single mark?
Could it be that the sky full of sword wills and zither music did not fall on him?
How did he do it?
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly saw a stream of light in the depths of the night.
The stream of light was very faint, like the ashes of a bonfire that had burned for an entire night.
However, that streak of light was rather clear, and it clearly carried some sort of order, or rather, direction.
He thought of a possibility, and his expression changed slightly.
Could it be that the moment the sword intents and zither notes descended, the Angel had retreated into the darkness and then returned to the battlefield?
Just like when he came to the arena from the gate of the courtyard.
How could an otherworldly expert who possessed such unimaginable speed be defeated?
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The Angel calmly gazed at Chen Changsheng within the sword array, its eyes once more changing.
This change was very slow, but it had a grandiose feel to it. It was like the ocean had become a mulberry field, the sea of stars had become a tomb of light.
The harshness, callousness, and terror returned to indifference, but this indifference was tinged with something indescribable.
Chen Changsheng felt a little cold as he gazed into the Angel's eyes.
It was not because of fear, but the effect that fear from many years ago had left on his soul.
When he was ten, he had heard the mad roars of many monsters from that solitary mountain in the Cloud Grave.
Senior Yu Ren had been fanning him by his bed, occasionally turning his head to look at the distant mountain.
Chen Changsheng remembered clearly that every time his senior brother turned his head, his eyes would have this sort of emotion.
The Angel raised its spear of light and stabbed at the rain of swords.
The swords naturally reacted. The sword array flowed like a cloud, tightly sealing off the entire world.
With a boom, the yellow sand on the ground leapt up, breaking through the gap of one foot.
It seemed like the entire ground of the courtyard had risen.
It also seemed like Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player's bodies had sunk into the ground.
What was beneath the ground? The abyss or the Godly Might Prison?
The howling winds were cut to pieces by the zither notes.
The blind zither player lowered his head, his hands wildly dancing on the zither strings. The wound on his left shoulder burst open and blood madly danced.
Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense was connected to the sword array, and his face instantly paled.
The spear of light stopped outside the rain of swords.
But in the next moment, deep within the rain of swords, a sharp and bright spear point suddenly emerged from the void!
Seeing the bright spear point right in front of him, Chen Changsheng finally understood that his South Stream Temple sword array could not truly block the Angel's attack!
There was a light clap!
The strings of the zither snapped, curling up like the whiskers of a water-swallowing dragon, tightly binding themselves to the spear point!
The blind zither player's ten fingers on the strings were instantly shattered by the terrifying strength of the strings, causing blood to spurt out.
Chen Changsheng raised his sword to meet it.
With a light clap, the middle of the Vault Sheath blocked the spear point.
And then, there was a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.
This was not the sound of the spear point grinding against the Vault Sheath.
This was the sound of his bones trembling, incessantly echoing through his body.
Apart from being bright, the tip of the spear that emerged from the void did not seem to have anything special about it.
Only Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player could sense the weight it bore.
This weight could no longer be described as a mountain or river.
This weight was the world.
This was the might of the world.
How could humans endure it?
Chen Changsheng had a Void Imperfection Body that had undergone a perfect Purification, and he had even soaked in the blood of a true dragon. In terms of the toughness of his body, he could be considered a rare existence in the world.
But he could not endure the power of the spear point. He was on the verge of collapse, on the verge of death.
The swords were connected to his mind, so they could sense the danger he was in, but they could not help him.
They had to block the spear of light in the Angel's hands, so they had to endure even greater pressure.
The wind and rain were slightly disordered.
The South Stream Temple sword array was also somewhat disordered.
If not for the fact that the Angel seemed somewhat wary of some of Chen Changsheng's methods, the sword array might have already been pierced through by the tyrannical spear of light.
Even so, Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player could not hold on for much longer.
The Demon Lord calmly watched this sight. He did not say 'Farewell to His Holiness the Pope' in accordance with the aesthetics of Xuelao City, because he knew that Chen Changsheng still had tricks up his sleeve.
Whether it was the Garden of Zhou, the Green Leaf World, or something else.
Until all these tricks were used, he was confident that Chen Changsheng would not die. (To be continued.)
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