The Imperial City was built against the mountain and was extremely steep. The observation platform was at the highest point, very far from the plaza in front of the Imperial City. The massive boulder that had fallen from Whalefall Platform rolled down the mountain with astonishing momentum, crushing countless stone walls and fake mountains along the way, but it was still some time before it crashed into the ground.
Hearing the thunderous sound, many people raised their heads and looked over. Their faces immediately turned pale, and they tried their best to hide far away. However, there were people everywhere, and it was not easy to retreat to a safe place in time. Screams, curses, and cries made the scene extremely chaotic.
The sound of Whalefall Platform collapsing and the cries that followed were also transmitted to the observation platform.
Many ministers and generals were so shocked that their bodies went stiff. They simply could not react, nor did they have the ability to resolve the impending tragedy.
Those true experts who had the time to react and the ability to save the people did not react at all.
They continued to stare at the cold clouds, at the occasional flash of sword glows within them, their attention focused to the extreme.
The massive boulder that had fallen from Whalefall Platform would at most kill several hundred people in front of the Imperial City, but to these important figures, this was no major event.
The outcome of this battle was the truly important event, as it would decide the fates of millions of lives.
Suddenly, the clear sword chimes disappeared, and a gust of wind blew in from all directions, causing the cold clouds to become a little lighter.
The swords flew back from the depths of the clouds to Chen Changsheng and Luoluo, vibrating and buzzing.
Who had won?
Chen Changsheng's face was rather pale, and there was an extremely shallow wound behind his left ear. His hair had been glued to the ground by blood, and in the light of the sky, one could clearly see that there were some black stains in this shallow and short wound. These stains were probably crystallized Demon Breath, but they had been wrapped up by something and were somewhat sparkling.
The Demon Lord was in an even more miserable state.
The golden band that bound his hair had been broken into ten-some pieces, and his black hair was scattered and dancing in the wind behind him.
Five straight and deep tears had appeared on his clothes. It was obvious at a glance that they were sword slashes.
Only one of the slashes had blood seeping out, a golden liquid that was still dazzling in the dim light of the sky.
The pear tree had been chopped into the finest pieces by Chen Changsheng's sword, blown into the ground by the wind and mixed with the dust, no longer visible.
Standing on the empty ground, the Demon Lord's figure seemed rather desolate.
Did Chen Chang Sheng really win?
What kind of sword did he use?
The experts of the Demon Clan who were watching the battle were very shocked when they saw this scene. In a very short period of time, countless thoughts appeared in their minds.
Yes, Chen Chang Sheng had won this battle.
If not for the unimaginable toughness of the Demon Lord's body, he might have already been cleaved in two by the Stainless Sword.
Of course, the Demon Lord's cultivation and methods were truly frightening. The storm of swords had actually failed to affect his vision in the slightest, and his decisiveness had reached an extreme level. He had actually taken an enormous risk to endure Chen Changsheng's first four swords, using a berserk counterattack to wound Chen Changsheng.
The shallow wound on Chen Changsheng's neck could not be underestimated, because the black stains in that wound were the purest crystallization of the Demon Lord's Demon Breath. Once they touched flesh, they would rapidly spread, igniting the entire grassland like a single spark. Even experts of the Divine Domain would have to immediately leave and think of a way to remove these crystallized Demon Breath.
Chen Changsheng was still an insurmountable distance from the Divine Domain. Logically speaking, his death was assured, but fortunately, he had a Stainless Body and had once bathed in dragon blood. Coupled with the boundless energy of Sacred Light in his blood and the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix, he just happened to be able to suppress the Demon Lord's methods.
The observation platform was extremely quiet, like a deathly stillness of a tomb. The rumbling and weeping from below grew even clearer.
The demi-human experts still paid no attention. They only stared at Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord, shocked to the extreme, their emotions rather complex, their intentions gradually changing.
Although the cold cloud had concealed the storm of swords and the supreme demi-human technique, how could the demi-human experts not sense the danger and terror within?
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord were naturally the strongest experts of the younger generation.
But the level of cultivation, strength, and everything else they had revealed in this battle still surpassed the imagination of the entire continent.
More importantly, this was a battle of historic significance.
Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord had not yet entered the Divine Domain, but one was the Emperor of the north of the continent, the other the Pope of the Human race. The entire continent firmly believed that as long as they were given enough time, they would assuredly cross that threshold. To put it another way, they had always been, and would assuredly become, true Saints.
They would be the future rulers of the continent, their names assuredly appearing in the annals of history many times. When they were still young, they had fought a battle, so the result of this battle would assuredly influence the situation of the continent for the next several centuries, constantly rewriting history.
What would happen next?
When the demi-human experts saw Chen Changsheng raise the Stainless Sword once more, they couldn't help but feel a chill.
Did Chen Changsheng really plan on continuing to attack until he killed the Demon Lord? Could it be that history would draw a stop here in advance?
As he watched Chen Changsheng raise the sword once more, the Demon Lord's face paled, not out of fear, but out of anger.
Besides killing intent, his eyes on Chen Changsheng also contained a hint of ruthlessness.
Before the battle, he believed that he could rely on his own abilities to kill Chen Changsheng.
So he had not prepared to use his strongest move.
Even though he had the Astral Executioner, he still felt that it was too dangerous and best not to use it.
He had not expected that Chen Changsheng's cultivation in the path of the sword had grown so powerful in a few short weeks.
Let alone killing his opponent, even defeating him would be very difficult.
This made him feel utterly humiliated.
Thus, he made his decision.
He gripped that cold and hard object in his sleeve.
He waited for Chen Changsheng's sword to fall once more.
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When the Demon Lord gripped that object in his sleeve, no one noticed anything strange about it.
Only the gathering clouds over White Emperor City suddenly sped up.
The massive boulder was still tumbling down, getting closer and closer to the ground. Countless demi-human commoners wept, powerlessly and despairingly awaiting the arrival of death.
The Demon Lord waited for Chen Changsheng's sword to arrive.
Madam Mu's expression suddenly turned solemn.
Was it because the Demon Lord was gripping that object in his sleeve, or … because Chen Changsheng's sword did not fall?
Yes, no one on the observation platform had expected this.
Accompanied by whooshing sounds, countless swords flew out from the scabbard that Chen Chang Sheng was holding.
But these swords did not slash at the Demon Lord. Instead, they flew out of the observation platform and into the clouds.
These swords stirred the clouds, bringing out countless wisps of cloud that looked a little like fog.
But it was more like lightning, because these swords were so fast that the naked eye could only see the bright traces they left in the air.
Even those who saw this scene felt like they were seeing an illusion.
When these swords broke through the fog, they had already arrived in front of the Imperial City.
At this moment, the massive boulder falling from the sky was still several dozen zhang from the ground.
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The crying, screaming, and fleeing crowd gradually came to a halt.
Because they had not felt the earth shake, had not heard the sound of the boulder falling.
It wasn't complete silence either. Instead, there were countless scratching sounds ringing out right above their heads.
As they gazed up at the sky, their expressions became somewhat dazed.
They saw a very mystical sight.
The boulder had stopped, as if it was floating in the sky.
Countless swords were slashing down like lightning bolts at the boulder, the sound of cutting through hard objects.
These swords were too fast. In a few seconds, they had pierced through the boulder countless times.
Countless straight cracks appeared on the surface of the boulder, growing denser and denser, and then it crumbled.
Cries of fear once more rose up from the Imperial City.
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Some people had been injured in their dodging and could no longer move. They were directly under the boulder.
A noble girl of the upper city was in utter despair. She incessantly wept, a very pitiful sight.
A Bear tribe laborer from the Pine Paths took her into his arms and then offered his sturdy back to the sky.
In order to throw the cook from the bun store out of the crowd, his leg had been heavily injured and he had no time to leave.
But even the sturdiest back could not bear the weight of the boulder.
Even if he protected the noble girl in his arms, he would still be smashed into meat paste.
But in the final moments of one's life, to be able to feel a warm embrace, to be able to feel kindness, to be able to bestow kindness, was still a form of consolation.
When she heard those terrifying cries, the noble girl knew that the boulder was about to fall. Her weeping grew even louder.
The Bear tribe laborer hugged her even tighter.
After some time, those cries of fear suddenly transformed into cries of joy at surviving a calamity.
The noble girl gradually stopped weeping and fearfully glanced up at the sky.
The boulder did not fall.
Nor did it fall like a torrential rain of rubble.
What slowly drifted down was stone powder.
This stone powder was very fine, very light, and very white.
It looked like snow.
The Bear tribe laborer helped her up.
The noble girl felt rather embarrassed.
In the falling stone snow, the two glanced at each other.
Thinking of that intimate embrace, they couldn't help but feel rather awkward.
The noble girl softly said, "Thank you."
The Bear tribe laborer scratched his head and said, "You're welcome."
The noble girl looked into his eyes and earnestly said, "I want to marry you."
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