In the midst of the sparks, the Demon Lord raised his head, the darkness and mountains covering his face coming to life.
The broken monolith had already arrived in front of him.
He glanced at the broken monolith.
Just a glance.
The broken monolith suddenly shrank ten-some times.
This sight was extremely mystical, or perhaps bizarre.
Then he stretched out his hand.
He stretched out his hand and caught the broken monolith.
The broken monolith could not advance another inch.
To put it more accurately, when his gaze fell on it, when his palm touched it, this legendary broken monolith was unwilling to advance another step.
Because the broken monolith recognized who he was.
The Demon Lord looked at Hai Di and said, "Evil creature, you dare to use Our weapon to attack Us. I do not know whether to call you brave or foolish."
Boundless fear surged out of Hai Di's eyes. At the same time, countless plumes of dust gushed out from the chinks in his armor.
This plume of dust was not because his demon body was exuding its Qi into the world, but because it had been jolted out by a force.
As the Demon Lord spoke, the hand holding the broken monolith shook twenty-four thousand eight hundred times.
As one of the strongest experts of the Demon race, Hai Di's demon body was as tough as metal and stone, but he still could not endure such high-frequency vibrations.
When the word 'foolish' entered his sea of consciousness, Hai Di's wrist holding the broken monolith shattered into gravel. Soon after, the bones in his arm also shattered, and then countless cracks appeared on his shoulder blade.
It was like the bones of a cow or turtle that had been roasted for a very long time. The path of those cracks was mysterious and frightening.
Demon bones had shattered, but his flesh was as good as new. Only Hai Di himself could see the gravel, the stones, and the patterns in his arm.
He knew that he could not continue to endure. He had to think of a way to escape.
Ten-some strange streams of demon blood sputtered out from his shoulder. His arm, as thick as a tree, flew into the sky.
Hai Di had cut off his own arm, and without hesitation, he turned and ran.
The Demon Lord waved his sleeve. He seemed very casual and confident, like a scholar who had composed a new poem after drinking.
In his sleeve was the broken monolith in his hand.
With a light wave of his sleeve, the broken monolith struck Hai Di's back in a casual yet unavoidable manner.
With a cracking sound, it was as if a towering tree that had been corroded for countless years finally couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed from the middle.
An extremely exaggerated protrusion had appeared on Hai Di's chest, like a mountain that had suddenly risen from the fertile plains in a single night.
An unimaginably majestic power wreaked havoc in his demonic body, instantly causing his internal organs to shift and split open. Even his demon core began to crack.
Hai Di was unable to endure this enormous force. He turned into a kite and miserably drifted toward the distant snowy peaks.
Looking at the snowy peak that was getting closer and closer, his vision was blurry and his consciousness was in disorder. However, he did not forget an important question.
Why was this happening? Where are the military counselors?
Tonight, when he had come to receive an imperial edict, he had known beforehand that finding and killing the master of the Cinnabar Pill was not the entire mission, so when he saw Chen Changsheng, he was not too surprised. Even when he saw His Majesty, who should have died long ago, reappear in front of him, he was shocked, but he still had hope.
Over the countless years, the demons had formed a certain psychological habit. Lord Black Robe must have calculated everything.
Hai Di believed that since the Military Advisor had sent him, he had assuredly calculated this point and would naturally have made arrangements.
Thus, he had dared to attack His Majesty.
He had always believed that something else would happen.
But … nothing.
Reality was just like the snowy peak that was getting closer and closer, cold and hard.
In his final moment, Hai Di suddenly recalled that night two years ago.
On that night, he saw that old friend he had not seen for several centuries, or more accurately, his former master.
Hai Di understood. He closed his eyes and mentally sighed.
… …
… …
In the distant night sky, Hai Di's mountainous demon body had already become a small black dot.
Compared to a truly majestic snowy mountain, both man and demon seemed insignificant.
That small black dot sank into the middle of the snowy peak, deep in the snow.
A tremor traveled from the distant ground back to the valley, soon followed by a thunderous rumble. Countless years of accumulated snow began to collapse from the snowy mountain.
It didn't take long for the snowy mountain to undergo a massive transformation, becoming completely different from before.
The black hole created by Hai Di also vanished, no trace of it to be found.
Just like that, the commander of the frontlines of the Demon Army had vanished.
This was a major event that should have shaken the entire continent, but in this deep night, it seemed so insignificant.
Whether it was spectacular or bitter, no one saw it, no one cared.
The Demon Lord did not look, because he did not care.
When his gaze left the zither strings, the first thing he looked at was the broken monolith, and the second thing he looked at the sparks in the night sky.
Then, he once more stretched out his hand.
This time, his hand pierced through the sparks and reached the highest point of the night sky.
A dragon cry brimming with anger and unwillingness came from the sky and then came to a sudden stop.
The Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, imbued with endless frost and killing intent, vanished.
The Black Frost Dragon that obscured the night sky rapidly shrank, becoming a small black dot. Then, waved by that invisible hand, it flew off into the distant horizon.
The small black dot rubbed against the air, bringing with it a dazzling light. It looked like a meteor, and no one knew where it would land in the end.
The Deep Freeze Dragon Breath vanished and the rain of swords also paused. Two streams of green light abruptly vanished as Nanke appeared behind the Demon Lord.
Her petite body was covered in wounds. Blood had seeped into her clothes, making it impossible to see her original color.
With a wave of his hand, the Demon Lord had killed Hai Di, driven away Zhizhi, and broken this trap.
The difference between the two was too great. The Demon Lord did not even need to use his full strength. His vision, techniques, and cultivation were enough to easily crush them.
There was no longer any meaning in attacking Nanke, so Chen Changsheng called back all his swords.
Several thousand swords whistled through the air above the valley. With a howl, they floated in the air around him, trembling and buzzing.
He looked forward, his expression solemn and silent.
Whether it was the remnant flames in the garden, the flying ash, or the light drifting down from the night sky, they were all sliced into pieces by the awe-inspiring sword intent.
Seeing this scene, a hint of admiration appeared in the Demon Lord's eyes. He said, "Whether it's your cultivation in the way of the sword, the strength of your divine sense, or the amount of your true essence, you're very good. Let alone the younger generation, even Chen Xuanba, Zhou Dufu, and I might not be stronger than you when we were your age."
It was obvious that in the Demon Lord's eyes, he, Zhou Dufu, and Chen Xuanba were the strongest experts of the past one thousand years.
Unlike what was commonly understood, he did not place Emperor Taizong in this rank.
Chen Changsheng slightly leaned forward, expressing his gratitude for this admiration.
The remnant flames in the garden illuminated his face. Although his expression was grave, it was still calm, without any panic or fear.
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