"At this time, no one will disturb us."
After the Demon Lord said this, he began to cough.
His coughs were like the echoes of a waterfall in a deep valley, very deep and very distant. The mountains and rivers covering his face slightly warped as he coughed.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Sir's injuries are much more serious than they were in Mount Han."
Countless years ago, the Demon Lord had lost to Zhou Dufu in one move and suffered heavy injuries that he had never fully recovered from. That year, he had infiltrated Mount Han precisely to drink Chen Changsheng's blood to treat his injuries. In Mount Han, he had confronted the Elder of Heavenly Secrets, exhausting a great deal of his mental strength. On his way back to Xuelao City, he had encountered the White Emperor, who had been silently waiting on the snowy plains for some time.
In that heaven-shaking battle, he and the White Emperor had both suffered heavy injuries, which had also indirectly led to the rebellion two years ago.
Later on, he had been knocked into the abyss by the combined efforts of Black Robe and the Demon Commander. Although Nanke had taken an enormous risk to save him, his injuries had been even more serious.
For one thousand years, he had always been the Demon Lord. In reality, for one thousand years, he had always been an injured person, or perhaps a sick person.
His current strength was not even one-fifth of his peak. He had seemed confident and at ease when he had waved his sleeve to defeat Hai Di, but in the past, would he have needed to use his hand? Crucially, his injuries were so severe that he could die at any moment, so he was in a hurry to find Chen Changsheng … and eat him.
The Demon Lord indifferently said, "Even if my injuries are even more serious, I still have very few opponents in this world."
Chen Changsheng knew that this was the truth. Glancing at his sheath, he said, "But right now, you can no longer threaten me."
He had already sent An Hua and the deputy general into the Garden of Zhou. Even if he died now, the Demon Lord could not kill them.
This fact allowed him to temporarily stop worrying about Zhizhi's safety and make his mind even calmer.
Tonight, the demons had already lost an expert like Hai Di. As long as he completely burned his flesh into smoke before he died, the Demon Lord would assuredly die as well.
He was the Pope, but he was still extremely far from the Divine Domain. This was definitely worth it — to the Human race.
The landscape on the Demon Lord's face suddenly became extremely cold, like it had turned from watercolor to ink. "You want to commit suicide?"
Looking at the frightened ant crawling out of a hole on the charred ground about three feet in front of him, Chen Chang Sheng said, "This is the only way."
The Demon Lord pointed at the string of stone pearls in his hand. "You still have another choice."
Chen Chang Sheng knew what he was talking about and shook his head.
At the start of the battle, he had imagined that perhaps he could borrow the Garden of Zhou or the Green Leaf World to temporarily hide, but he had already given up on this idea.
Firstly, this made it very easy for the Demon Lord to grasp traces of spatial travel and use them to enter.
This risk was not too great for other people, but he was facing the Demon Lord. It had to be known that many years ago, the Demon Lord had entered the Garden of Zhou and taken away a Heavenly Tome Monolith. It was probably the broken monolith that Hai Di had just used. At this moment, it had already transformed back into the small stone seal tied to the Demon Lord's waist.
Secondly, in Mount Han, he had already confirmed that at such a close distance, passing through space in front of the Demon Lord was extremely difficult.
In the end, Chen Chang Sheng wasn't willing to take the risk.
He could not accept even the slightest risk of being captured by the Demon Lord.
He could only negotiate. Of course, the basis of negotiation was that he truly had the resolve to die and that the Demon Lord could clearly sense it.
Thus, he could not think of using the Garden of Zhou to temporarily hide, not even the slightest thought.
The Demon Lord said, "I won't let you die."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "I've studied the Daoist Canon since I was a child and cultivated the Dao for several years. It was very arduous, but now I can at least guarantee that while I don't know how to come, I know how to go."
The Demon Lord asked, "Even if after you die, I might kill many people to vent my anger?"
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "I've said it before, I've never had the delusion of saving all living beings. I only care about every person I can see."
"Is that so? Then you seem to have forgotten a few things. "
In a frenzied gale, a stretcher floated out of the ruins by the lake. With extreme ingenuity, it passed through the awe-inspiring sword array of several thousand swords and landed at the Demon Lord's feet. The young array master on the stretcher was still unconscious, his dark skin faintly tinged with green, as if he could die at any moment.
"This is real, a concrete person that you can see." The Demon Lord did not even glance at the stretcher, only stared into Chen Chang Sheng's eyes.
As he spoke, the veil of night covering his face gradually darkened, but the landscape seemed to gain some color.
Chen Chang Sheng felt rather helpless.
He had originally believed that this negotiation would be like Tang Thirty-Six had said before, with both sides raising some conditions and then doing something else.
He had not expected that the other side would immediately reveal their bottom line for him to see.
He truly was not skilled at negotiation, and he was even less skilled at dealing with such a complex problem while under threat.
Fortunately, this complex problem was a multiple-choice question that he could solve by elimination.
This question had four choices.
He could not just watch as the injured person on the stretcher was killed by the Demon Lord, perhaps even tortured in the cruelest of ways, because he could not bear to.
He also could not possibly abandon his sword and surrender, turn himself into a pill and offer it up to the Demon Lord.
Then there were only two choices left.
As long as he was not in the final desperate situation, the option of committing suicide and burning his blood could be pushed back a little, then there was only one option left.
Unsheathing his sword.
This was the activity that had occurred in his mind in a very short amount of time. He had used the simplest method to resolve this complex problem.
Unsheathing his sword, fighting, and then dying was very simple. It was much better than not knowing what to choose and spending every day feeling like a year in anxiety.
He threw out the dagger in his hand.
The dagger's name was Stainless, and it truly was Stainless. It was absolutely smooth, absolutely sharp, and the blade could reflect all scenery.
The shredded snow in the garden, the drifting flames, and the slightly deformed stars.
A streak of light tore through the night sky and shot toward the Demon Lord.
Several thousand famed swords followed, just like a dragon.
Nanke's pupils constricted at this sight. She very naturally recalled that battle in the Garden of Zhou.
At the time, she had fused with the Golden-winged Great Peng's body through the Soul Pivot, and her cultivation had been close to the Divine, but in the end, she had still lost miserably to this sword dragon.
The current Chen Chang Sheng was naturally much stronger than before, but the situation had changed. This sword dragon was assuredly not as powerful as it was back then. However, she was still rather worried, because her father had actually still been heavily injured, and also because this sword dragon was clearly different from the sword dragon in the Garden of Zhou.
If one looked carefully, one would realize that those several thousand swords were all faintly trembling, concealed and unreleased.
The concealed and unreleased here did not refer to sword energy, but sword techniques.
The reason those several thousand swords were trembling, giving off the feeling that they were concealed and unreleased, was because Chen Chang Sheng had still not truly unsheathed his sword.
He had given each sword in the night sky a corresponding sword technique, and it was still in the process of gathering momentum.
When those several thousand swords simultaneously used their own sword techniques, what sort of power would it have?
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