Even now, Chen Changsheng still did not know what had happened in White Emperor City.
Why would the Demon Race ally with the Demon Race? What were the White Emperor couple's true thoughts?
But no matter what had happened, as long as he could kill the Demon Lord, everything would be easily resolved.
Luoluo couldn't marry a dead man.
The Council of Elders and the Demon Commander in Xuelao City would definitely fly into a rage.
And would Black Robe, who had never been afraid to guess at the world with the greatest malice, believe that he and Madam Mu had worked together to lay down a trap?
Of course, getting Madam Mu to suddenly change her mind and allow him to kill the Demon Lord was an extremely difficult task.
But who knows? Perhaps at the most crucial moment, Madam Mu would suddenly realize that the Demon Lord's death might be very beneficial to her and the Demi-human race.
It could be a very interesting word. It meant an open ending, and any imagination had the chance to become reality.
While Chen Changsheng was thinking of this phrase, the Demon Lord was also thinking of it.
He realized that he really could be defeated by Chen Chang Sheng's sword.
But he still did not believe that he could die in a foreign land so far from Xuelao City.
Just like how Chen Chang Sheng wanted him dead, he also wanted Chen Chang Sheng dead.
If Chen Changsheng died in White Emperor City, even if he was the one who did it, the Demi-human race would still find it difficult to escape responsibility.
No matter how wily and farsighted Madam Mu was, from that moment onwards, she could no longer play both sides. She had to completely lean toward the Demon race, or else the Demi-human race's strength alone would be incapable of resisting the heaven-shaking wrath of the Human race after losing the Pope.
When he thought of these possible scenarios, the Demon Lord's resolve to kill Chen Changsheng once more became firm.
The observation platform was an extremely spacious stone platform high up in the Imperial City. It had a circumference of one thousand zhang, and besides the pear tree by the railing, there were no other trees or flowers. After the Xiang clan leader and the other important figures withdrew, it seemed even more spacious, even giving off a lonely and remote feeling.
The Demon Lord was still standing under the pear tree. There were no more white flowers on the branches, but there were still green leaves, exuding vitality.
On the opposite side was the storm of swords. Chen Chang Sheng and Luo Luo stood inside.
A chill spread from the Demon Lord's body into the world.
The chill was so extreme and pure that even the green leaves became transparent, as if they had been frozen.
It was not just the observation platform. All of the Imperial City and even White Emperor City was covered in mist from the rapidly dropping temperature.
The fog condensed together to form clouds. However, the clouds were not white, but black.
These scenes were incomparably bizarre and abnormally terrifying.
That famous abyss seemed to have been moved here by the Demon Lord.
Was that chill the legendary Devil Breath?
This was not Chen Chang Sheng's question.
He had fought with two generations of Demon Lords in the snowy mountains, so he knew that this truly was the Demon Imperial Court's most fundamental and most powerful technique.
The Demon Lord was a member of the Demon Imperial clan with the purest bloodline on the continent.
His demonic aura was naturally the purest and most terrifying thing on the continent.
If he were dealing with an ordinary human cultivator, the Demon Lord would only need to rely on the extremely low temperature naturally brought by his Demon Breath to easily freeze his opponent's sea of consciousness, stiffen his opponent's meridians, and finally, tyrannically destroy his opponent's body.
From a certain perspective, the Yellow Springs art cultivated by the Longevity Sect's Chusu was very similar to the methods of the Demon Imperial clan.
When he first discovered this point, Chen Chang Sheng even thought of a certain possibility. For several hundred years, the Longevity Sect and Xuelao City had always been secretly colluding. Perhaps the previous Sect Master had received the guidance of the previous Demon Monarch, and thus embarked on the evil path of cultivating the Yellow Springs Art?
Because of the little Black Dragon, Chen Chang Sheng did not fear Chusu's Yellow Springs art, so he naturally had the ability to resist the Demon Lord's techniques.
The snowflakes falling from the sky and the cold clouds gradually rising from below the Imperial City had no effect on him at all.
His gaze pierced through the frost and fell on the Demon Lord beneath the pear tree.
As his gaze fell, the observation platform resounded with the shrill cries of swords.
Countless sword glows appeared and then swiftly vanished, vanishing from sight.
The Demon Lord did not move, but with a thought, he had already attacked.
Chen Chang Sheng also did not move. As his gaze fell, he had already attacked.
The cold clouds enveloped the stone platform, completely obscuring Chen Chang Sheng and the Demon Lord's figures.
It was no longer possible to see those frost flowers, those leaves of ice, or those famed swords in the sky.
Only the crisp clangs of swords could be heard, as well as the muffled sounds of collisions, like the roars of the abyss, occasionally emanating from the cold clouds.
Occasionally, a sword glow would illuminate a corner of the cold clouds like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the veins of the frost flowers with extreme clarity. It was so beautiful that it seemed unreal, and it also illuminated the two figures within it with extreme clarity, as strange and enchanting as smoke, as if they were not real.
That lightning-fast sword whose light could pierce through the cold clouds was naturally the Stainless Sword in Chen Chang Sheng's hand. No matter how terrifying and powerful the Demon Qi in the cold clouds was, it still could not leave a single mark on the Stainless Sword. Even after this battle, it remained as bright as a mirror.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord were both using the Yeshi Step. His Yeshi Step was naturally not as strong as the Demon Lord's, but with Nanke's pointers and the movement technique he had once used in the snowy mountains, he was able to match the Demon Lord in terms of speed.
Thus, what would decide the outcome of this battle was still strength. Strength sounded like a rather simple word, but it was actually an extremely complex and grand concept. Only an expert of the continent like Bie Yanghong could truly understand its true meaning. The instruction he had given Xuanyuan Po a few days ago was actually an extremely important matter, but it was unknown how much Xuanyuan Po had comprehended.
Chen Chang Sheng and the Demon Lord were still very young, but they were both extremely talented and peerless geniuses, so they already had their own unique understanding of this concept. As a result, this battle had been tightly controlled within the cold clouds, meaning that no excess Qi had leaked out.
But the Garden of Zhou could also be forcefully broken, and a Star Domain could not truly isolate the world. As long as one lived under the starry sky, one would assuredly have a connection with this world. As this battle concealed by the cold clouds progressed, it finally revealed its true might.
This was an invisible abyss of Demon Breath, a soundless sea of sword intent. Even if the cold clouds were just a few ripples, even if they were just ripples, they still had a massive effect on the surrounding environment. Countless deep cracks appeared on the stone floor outside the cold clouds, looking like spider webs. Moreover, these cracks were constantly spreading outwards. If not for the protection of the seal, this wide stone platform would have long ago collapsed into countless stones.
This battle had a somewhat greater effect on those farther away.
Many fine marks appeared on the plaza in front of the Imperial City, short but straight, as if they had been cut by a sword.
Countless ants surged out of the ground, but before they could travel half a foot, they were frozen stiff by an invisible Qi and then rapidly decayed.
An extremely deep crack suddenly appeared on the outer edge of the Whalefall Platform.
With a terrifying crack, the Whalefall Platform collapsed.
A massive boulder began to tumble down, faster and faster, whistling through the air as it smashed into the dense crowd in front of the Imperial City.
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