The great figures in front of the palace did not know of the scenes in front of the Imperial City, did not know what exactly had happened, and even more did not know that the boulder had been chopped into a thousand piles of snow, and then possibly become a marriage between a bear tribe laborer and a noble lady.
But they knew what the swords that flew out of Chen Chang Sheng's sheath did.
It was quiet around the observation deck.
Chen Chang Sheng won again.
The Demon Lord was well aware that the important personages present also knew where he had won, as well as the meaning of the word 'again'.
Madam Mu's expression remained indifferent, her thoughts a mystery. The Xiang clan leader, the Deer tribe Grand Duke, and the others all had rather nasty expressions.
The Bear tribe leader was very gratified, feeling that he had not misjudged Chen Changsheng. The Shi clan leader was even more satisfied, feeling that even at such a tense moment, the Pope had not forgotten to use such a method to stabilize the friendship between the Human race and the Demi-human race. He was truly meticulous and decisive.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't think too much about it. He just discovered this and did it.
If he acted according to his heart, why would he need to think?
Countless swords flew back from the observation deck and merged with the hundreds of swords around him.
At this time, an indifferent and lofty voice that seemed to come from the sea of stars appeared.
"Let's stop."
The speaker was Madam Mu.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't stop.
He wanted to kill the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord wanted to kill him. Since life and death had not yet been decided, the battle was naturally not over.
Until the very end, there would be no true victory or defeat.
The air on the observation deck was cut into countless areas by the dense sword intent.
The storm-like sword momentum seemed to want to overturn the clouds in the sky.
The Starlight Snowfield burned fiercely in his body.
His sea of consciousness was surging with raging waves hundreds of zhang high.
The swords in the sky, under the command of his spiritual sense, displayed countless exquisite sword techniques, coordinating with each other as they attacked the Demon Lord.
The swords rained down like a storm, accompanied by a clear sword chime, and the momentum was even greater than before.
In the face of such a powerful attack, in the face of this sword style that no one could see through, the Demon Lord showed no fear.
Although he had already lost two matches under Chen Chang Sheng's sword.
His expression was very calm, and his hands hung naturally at his sides, hidden in his sleeves.
Only he knew that Madam Mu's words had not been directed at Chen Changsheng, but at him.
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Because of the Abyssal Qi exuded by the Demon Lord in the previous battle, White Emperor City had become much colder. The streets that had not been warmed by the sunlight for very long once more began to be filled with fog. Suddenly, the fog began to rapidly circulate and then surge up the city.
Madam Mu had finally moved.
She flicked her sleeve, and a gust of wind came from the depths of the Western Sea, blowing all the mist on both sides of the Red River to this place.
Countless wisps of fog poured into the Imperial City, followed the stone steps, passed through the flowering trees, and finally condensed into clouds.
It was the most realistic cloud, but it had the most unrealistic density. Compared to the Demon Lord's cold cloud, this cloud was even whiter, looking like a flock of sheep. It seemed very simple, but if one used their spiritual sense to investigate, they might understand what was truly unfathomable.
The white cloud swallowed up the Demon Lord's body and then blocked the rain of swords descending from the sky.
It was quiet on the observation deck.
Of course, Chen Chang Sheng and the Demon Lord were extraordinary. In the past years, they would definitely have become true Saints.
Madam Mu had been a Saint for many years.
Even with the treasures of the Orthodoxy and the supreme demon artifact, Chen Chang Sheng and the Demon Lord were no match for her.
Moreover, she was the Empress of the Demi-human race. While the White Emperor was in seclusion, her will was the loudest voice in the Demi-human race.
Perhaps for these reasons, the Demon Lord did not resist, allowing the white cloud to drown him.
Before his figure finally vanished, his hand was still in his sleeve.
Chen Chang Sheng also did not let the swords in the sky continue to descend.
Time silently continued to pass. After a few moments, the white cloud on the observation deck finally dispersed.
The Demon Lord's figure had already vanished, gone from the depths of the clouds to some unknown place.
Chen Chang Sheng gazed at a crack in the ground, his thoughts inscrutable.
His gorgeous sleeve slowly descended, scattering the white cloud like a waterfall falling into the city below. Everything returned to calm.
Madam Mu drew back her hand.
Chen Chang Sheng did not draw back his sword.
He turned to Madam Mu.
The several hundred swords in the sky slowly moved with his gaze, ultimately aiming at Madam Mu.
This scene had a very strange sense of beauty, but also an unimaginable sense of oppression.
Did he want to attack Madam Mu?
"Impudent!"
The Grand Duke of the Deer tribe had an extremely nasty expression as he harshly yelled at Chen Chang Sheng, "Your Holiness, hurry and put your sword away!"
A few tribal leaders and ministers also began to berate Chen Chang Sheng.
But there were even more who maintained their silence.
This silence in itself signified many things.
Footsteps could be heard.
The Bear tribe leader walked over, his metal staff in hand, and stood behind Chen Chang Sheng.
The Shi clan leader also walked over, but he stood a little closer to Luoluo.
The Prime Minister brought several Grand Scholars and more and more important personages of the Demi-human race to stand behind Chen Chang Sheng and Luoluo.
The alliance with the demons was the will of the two Majesties, and the majority of the Council of Elders approved of it. But during the discussion in the hall, forty percent of the tribal leaders, ministers, and generals had still firmly opposed it.
The situation was even more different now.
Pope Chen Chang Sheng had appeared, bringing with him the most unyielding response of the Human race, driving away the Demon Lord.
Although Madam Mu had ended the battle, everyone could see who had won.
This was an extremely important point.
Those important personages of the Demi-human race who were on good terms with the humans and loved Princess Luoluo now had even more courage and confidence.
As for those important personages who were more concerned with the interests of the Demi-human race, they began to think differently.
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Madam Mu calmly gazed at Chen Chang Sheng and said, "I saved your life. If you don't say that you want to repay me, do you want to use your sword against me?"
Chen Chang Sheng knew what she meant.
Just a moment ago, when his sword was about to fall, he had suddenly sensed an extremely intense warning, as if something extremely dangerous was about to occur. This sort of feeling was very rare. The last time was when he saw that pillar of light piercing through the sea of stars in the snowy mountains.
He had always noticed that the Demon Lord's hand had always been in his sleeve.
Was the Demon Lord preparing to use the Astral Executioner?
But even if the Astral Executioner could be used again, how could the Demon Lord tell the other side of the starry sky of his position?
There were no answers to these questions, because Madam Mu had intervened to prevent anything from happening.
Chen Chang Sheng knew that Madam Mu had no good intentions towards him. She had probably intervened because, for some reason, she did not want the Demon Lord to use that method.
But in the end, it was she who had stopped everything, causing that incredibly intense warning to vanish, so he did not argue.
Madam Mu did not care about the change in the situation.
What she was interested in were Chen Chang Sheng's swords.
"Just what sort of sword are you using?"
The Demon Lord did not know what sort of sword Chen Chang Sheng used. Madam Mu also could not be sure. The extremely old and extremely knowledgeable Xiang clan leader and the extremely intelligent Shi clan leader also did not recognize Chen Chang Sheng's sword style.
Because no one had ever seen this sword style before.
Ever since the descent of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, today was the first time this sword style had appeared under the starry sky.
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "The Unity Sword Art."
The majority of the people present had never heard of these three words.
Madam Mu had, and she had even guessed at it, though she found it hard to believe.
Just like now, when she heard Chen Chang Sheng's own answer, she still found it hard to believe.
She fell silent for a very long time, then said, "I never imagined, and I believe that not even the first Holy Maiden ever imagined, that the world-shaking South Stream Temple sword array … could actually be used by one person."
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