The Carp tribe leader and the Deer tribe Grand Duke glanced at each other, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.
The Bear tribe leader and the demi-human generals looked at the battlefield and stopped their attacks.
The wrinkles on the Xiang clan leader's forehead deepened as questions began to rise in his mind.
Madam Mu calmly gazed at Chen Changsheng, her thoughts a mystery.
No one was optimistic about Chen Changsheng's chances, but his words caused everyone's judgment of the situation to change.
Because when he said these words, Chen Changsheng's expression was very calm, his voice also very indifferent, concealing a powerful confidence.
No, he wasn't even concealing it. This confidence was like his sword, piercing through the clouds, incomparably swift and fierce. Everyone who heard his voice felt a stabbing pain in their eardrums, and everyone who looked at him felt like their eyelashes were about to fall off.
The Demon Lord could clearly see that Chen Changsheng's eyes contained no outward fierceness, only a calm and determined killing intent.
Black Robe's plans were flawless. He had assuredly calculated that Chen Changsheng would travel tens of thousands of li after learning of Luoluo's matter, and he had also predicted that the demi-humans would choose to watch from the sidelines. Since he had not made any arrangements, he was certain that he could kill Chen Changsheng.
Just like his own view.
He did not understand where Chen Changsheng's confidence came from.
As the supreme master of the snowy plains of the demon realm, the Demon Lord was used to controlling everything.
This feeling that things were vaguely out of his control made him feel many negative emotions.
He waved his sleeves as if he wanted to wipe away all these emotions.
The sleeve stirred up a cool breeze, sweeping up the pear blossoms on the observation platform and causing them to dance in the air.
Gasps of shock rose up from the surroundings at this sight.
Flowers being swept up by the wind was a very common sight. The reason for these gasps of shock was that a strange phenomenon had occurred.
The pear blossoms that were supposed to be pure white had turned black for some reason. Moreover, it was the purest kind of black without any impurities. Furthermore, the trajectory of the little flower that was supposed to be soft and gentle had become very strange and heavy.
Black meant no light.
All the light descending from the sky seemed to be drawn to the Demon Lord's sleeve.
It was also for this reason that the fluttering flowers had become so heavy.
The space beneath the pear tree seemed to have somewhat deformed.
What sort of demonic technique could produce this sort of sight?
Chen Changsheng calmly stared into the Demon Lord's eyes, ignoring the pitch-black surroundings.
In this world that was as dark as night, those small black flowers seemed to have disappeared.
Suddenly, an extremely dim white appeared in his field of vision.
The extremely dim white was the gray, the first moment when the morning sun suddenly appeared in an abyss where there was no light.
It was a pear blossom, silently drifting to his back.
Not to mention him, even the spectating Demon Clan experts did not notice it.
Chen Changsheng looked at the Demon Lord as if he had not noticed.
The pear blossom that was gradually turning white suddenly trembled a few times and then shattered.
The soft petals were turned into countless thin threads that danced in the wind. Sometimes they were ignited by the light, and sometimes they were painted black by the darkness.
This scene was extremely beautiful and strange. No one knew how all of this had happened.
At this moment, an extremely clear sword chime rang out from the observation deck.
As the fierce sword intent descended, the petal threads were powerless to endure it and began to shatter. Then, they fell to the ground, transformed into black smoke, and vanished without a trace.
A sword brimming with an ancient aura had appeared at some point, calmly floating in the air behind Chen Changsheng.
This sword gave off the feeling that anyone who wanted to attack Chen Changsheng would be met with its powerful and merciless counterattack.
This sword was like Chen Changsheng's most loyal guard, like a companion that would never betray him.
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This was the first time many people had seen Chen Changsheng's sword style, this legendary sword style.
Chen Changsheng was still very far from the Divine Domain, but in the view of many people, his sword style could already be called transcendent.
As Su Li's successor, in the years since Qiushan Jun's disappearance, he had already been publicly acknowledged as the next grandmaster of the sword.
His sword style had long ago spread, and all the demi-human personages present knew of it, but seeing it with their own eyes still left them stunned.
The Demon Lord's expression did not change. On that night in the snowy mountains, he had seen Chen Changsheng's sword style and knew that it was far from this.
He took a step forward, the darkness moving toward the light. The pear trees behind him seemed to turn into silhouettes.
The cold darkness howled, and the fallen pear blossoms on the ground all rose into the air and drifted toward Chen Changsheng.
These pear blossoms did not move very quickly. They could even be described as slow, and they gave off an extremely heavy feeling.
The demi-human experts who saw this scene felt an intense sense of danger. If they touched these pear blossoms, they would assuredly suffer.
The problem was that several thousand pear blossoms were drifting in the air. How could Chen Changsheng avoid them?
Even if he had a way to avoid them, what about Princess Luoluo standing behind him?
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The Demon Lord knew what Chen Changsheng would do.
Countless swords would surge out of the sheath called the Vault Sheath and chop apart the pear blossoms in the sky, even cutting them into powerless threads.
Just like how he had dealt with those pear blossoms.
In truth, the Demon Lord had invited Chen Changsheng to do exactly this.
Because just like all the cultivators of the continent, he had always been curious as to just how many swords Chen Changsheng had taken out of the Garden of Zhou's Sword Pool.
More importantly, after that night in the snowy mountains, he had specially prepared this method to kill Chen Changsheng.
When all the pear blossoms in the sky were chopped down by Chen Changsheng's rain of swords, death would descend.
What happened next was exactly as the Demon Lord had predicted, and it was also what an expert like the Xiang clan leader had predicted.
Countless shrill cries of swords rang out as sharp sword intents seemed to pierce through the sky from the ground. Countless deep and straight sword slashes appeared on the hard ground of the observation platform. The pear blossoms dancing in the sky were chopped down and countless terrifying cracks in space appeared.
Seeing this scene, many people's eyes were filled with shock and fear. Let alone those pear blossoms that were as heavy as mountains or those incredibly sharp sword intents, just the cracks in space created by the clash of these two powerful Qis were enough to kill the majority of the people present.
After some time, all the pear blossoms finally fell, leaving no trace behind, only a faint fragrance.
The terrifying spatial cracks gradually closed up, as if the demons from the abyss had closed their eyes.
Several hundred swords quietly floated in the air, a torrential rain about to fall.
In this rain of swords, Chen Changsheng calmly gazed at the Demon Lord.
The pear blossoms had fallen, but he had not died.
Because the Demon Lord's move had not appeared.
The Demon Lord's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, even tinged with shock.
He stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, "And what sword style is this?"
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