The monster stared at these demons and bared its sharp teeth. It let out a low whimper as if it was warning and intimidating them.
But in the end, he just faked biting the air twice.
He confirmed that these demons were far stronger than him, and he had no chance at all.
Following two screams filled with pain and hatred, the monster dove into the deep snow, heading south.
It was obvious that this monster from the Longevity Sect was much weaker than the demon experts present, but for some reason, both the Demon Lord and the Demon Commander were on guard despite their loathing. Only when they were sure that the monster had truly gone far away did they truly relax.
"How is Hai Di?" the Demon Lord raised his head to look above the Mountain-toppling Fiend.
If his father were still in power, he would never ask such a question, because the only existences that the Demon Lord needed to look up to were the heroic spirits of the dead. Perhaps the young Demon Lord had not realized this, or perhaps the Demon Commander had intended for him to realize this, but the Demon Commander remained on the Mountain-toppling Fiend's head, not descending.
"Dead."
"Very good."
A sinister smile appeared on the Demon Lord's face. "Big Brother saw him on his first night in Xuelao City. Do you think We don't know?"
Black Robe indifferently said, "Lord Hai Di is still hoping to deceive His Majesty's eyes."
"Back then, outside Xuelao City, he took a blow from Su Li's sword and only lost an arm. Now he's even stronger, but Father is heavily injured. Even if the Heavenly Tome Monoliths have recognized him as their master, how could he be sent flying into the snowy mountain in a single blow? Was he trying to take advantage of the chaos to leave, or was he trying to put on a good show? I have no interest in continuing this act. "
With these words brimming with derision, the Demon Lord took Black Robe's hand and supported him north, appearing especially respectful.
The Demon Commander sat in the coiled corner of the Mountain-toppling Fiend's mountain. As she gazed at the back of the lord and minister on the snowy plains, she let out an extremely soft and indecipherable laugh.
His laugh was hard, like a broken gong.
His laughter came to a screeching halt. He gazed at the distant Black Robe and asked, "Where is Princess Nanke?"
"He should be dead."
Black Robe's voice was still emotionless. Unlike when he spoke of Wang Zhice, there was no derision or hatred hidden behind it.
His only successor had died just like that, but he did not show any emotion. Perhaps it was because he was emotionless.
"Where is Chen Chang Sheng?"
"He should still be alive."
This time, it was the young Demon Lord who answered.
Hearing this answer, the Demon General was somewhat surprised.
Tonight, the demons had laid down a perfect trap. For this, they had not hesitated to use several wars as a foundation and background. His Majesty, who had escaped from the abyss and made all the nobles of Xuelao City feel uneasy, was naturally their first target to kill, but they would definitely not let the Pope of the Human race go.
Now that His Majesty was dead, Princess Nanke should also be dead, but Chen Changsheng was still alive. Why?
The young Demon Lord recalled the powerful Qi emitted by Nanke's second awakening and narrowed his eyes. "There was an accident."
He believed that when the little monster returned to the south, it would bring some other surprises to this world, he thought silently.
Black Robe knew what he was thinking and said, "That little monster might not be able to kill Chen Chang Sheng."
The Demon Commander harshly shouted, "Is it that you can't kill it, or do you not want it to kill Chen Changsheng?"
"Chen Changsheng's talent in cultivation is extremely high, his cultivation in the sword extremely profound, and his techniques endless. Although that little monster is extremely evil, it truly is very difficult to kill him."
The Demon Lord had said these words because he did not want the Demon Commander and Black Robe to quarrel, but Chen Changsheng's performance in the battle had truly left too deep an impression on him. At the same time, it also left him very confused. Chen Changsheng was not like a Pope, but more like an assassin walking in the darkness.
Black Robe ignored the Demon Commander's question and said, "Although Chen Changsheng is a legitimate successor of the Orthodoxy, his successor is not Yin or Shang, but Su Li."
Given the Demon Lord's status, he naturally knew that Su Li had once been an assassin.
After hearing this, he seemed to understand and said no more.
… …
… …
Su Li had already left this world, but his mind was still there.
These words did not mean that he was already dead. There was a pile of chrysanthemums in front of Mount Li's training hall, as well as the four words, "His voice and appearance are still there."
These words meant that he had taken the Holy Maiden of the south to a distant continent, but his sword was still useful in this world.
The sword he had left behind was in those letters. The last letter had been opened by Chen Changsheng in front of the Demon Lord.
At the same time, his sword was gripped in Chen Changsheng's hand.
Of course, his sword had always been gripped in the hands of the Mount Li disciples, never letting go.
Two years ago, the Demon Army abruptly launched an attack on the south. In a very short amount of time, they had conquered tens of thousands of li of fertile land and killed their way to the base of Mount Han. Only now did the people of Mount Han remember that humiliating history from one thousand years ago, remember the calamity of extermination that the Human race had once faced.
Besides the Great Zhou Army, all the sects and schools of the world had taken part in this grand and magnificent war. The teachers and students of the Six Ivies streamed to the front lines. From South Stream Temple to Martial Tree Manor, from the Qiushan clan to the Scorching Sun Sect, countless cultivators of the south had come to the frigid north and begun to fight.
After the confluence of the north and south, the sects and noble clans of the south were no longer as obedient as they had been in the past. More cultivators were participating in the battle, more array masters were assisting in the implementation of strategy, and with more perfect coordination, the fighting strength of the Human army had clearly increased. The reason that the Human race was able to maintain a stalemate with the demons on the plains and even occasionally launch a powerful counterattack, besides the morale of the mysterious Cinnabar Pill, was because of these changes.
The Mount Li Sword Sect was still the same as it had been in the past. The three elders of the Sword Hall led Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, Liang Banhu, and the other second-generation disciples, as well as an even greater number of third-generation disciples to Snowhold Pass, Blue Pass, and other strategic locations to assist the Human army in battle. However, they rarely obeyed the orders of the army headquarters, acting on their own for the majority of the time.
This sort of conduct naturally drew much criticism, but the Longevity Sect currently had no way of influencing Mount Li's decisions. Holy Maiden Peak had been very low-key in the last two years, and given the close relationship between South Stream Temple and Mount Li, it naturally would not criticize Mount Li. As for the Imperial Court …
Ever since Su Li, the disciples of Mount Li had only ever had eyes for the sword. There was no such thing.
No matter how much discussion there was, no one dared to criticize the Mount Li Sword Sect. Besides these reasons, the primary reason was that they had nothing to say.
Snowhold Pass and Blue Pass guarded by the Mount Li Sword Sect were both places where the demons exerted the greatest pressure. The disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect fought bitterly on the battlefield, unwilling to fall behind. In a little more than a year, ten-some third-generation disciples had died in battle, Gou Hanshi and Liang Banhu had both been heavily injured, and an upper level Star Condensation elder of the Sword Hall had held back a wolf cavalry squadron for two whole hours in order to cover the retreat of the black-armored cavalry of the Black Mountain Army headquarters. In the end, he had heroically died in battle.
Who could say anything against this Mount Li Sword Sect?
Other than the hot-blooded Star Seizer Academy, no other sect or school had sacrificed more than the Mount Li Sword Sect.
In stark contrast, the Orthodox Academy stood in stark contrast.
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