Ze Tian Ji

The observation platform was as silent as a tomb, making the rumbling and cries from below all the more distinct.

The demi-human experts still paid it no mind. They stared at Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord, stupefied. Their moods were somewhat complex as their minds gradually began to change.

The icy cloud had concealed the storm of swords and the peerless demon techniques, but how could the demi-human experts possibly not sense the danger and terror contained within?

Chen Changsheng and the Demon Lord were naturally two of the strongest in the younger generation.

But the level of cultivation, strength, and everything else they had displayed in this battle had still surpassed the wildest reckonings of the entire continent.

More importantly, this was a battle with historic consequences.

Neither Chen Changsheng nor the Demon Lord had entered the Divine Domain, but one was the Pope of the Human race while the other was the sovereign of the north. All of the continent firmly believed that as long as they were given enough time, they would cross that threshold. In other words, they were always, and would undoubtedly become in the future, true Saints.

They were soon to be rulers of this continent, their names recorded countless times in the annals of history. When they were still young, they had fought, and so the result of this battle would assuredly continue to affect the situation of the continent for centuries, constantly rewriting history.

Just what would happen next?

When the demi-human experts saw Chen Changsheng raise the Stainless Sword once more, they couldn’t help but suddenly feel a chill.

Was Chen Changsheng really planning to continue until he killed the Demon Lord? Would a finishing period have to be written on this span of history in advance?

When he saw Chen Changsheng raise his sword once more, the Demon Lord’s face paled, not out of fear, but anger.

Besides killing intent, he also saw a hint of ruthlessness in Chen Changsheng’s eyes.

Before the start of 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 with the Astral Executioner in hand, he still felt like that move was too vicious, that it was best left unused.

He had not expected Chen Changsheng’s cultivation of the sword to become so powerful in just a few short weeks.

Let alone killing him, even defeating him was now a challenge.

This made him feel greatly ashamed.

So he made a decision.

He gripped the hard and frigid object in his sleeve.

He waited for Chen Changsheng’s sword to slash down.

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When the Demon Lord gripped the object in his sleeve, no one noticed anything strange.

The clouds gathering over White Emperor City began to move faster.

The massive rock was still rolling down, getting closer and closer to the ground. Countless demi-humans screamed and wept, powerless and hopeless as they waited for death to descend.

The Demon Lord was waiting for Chen Changsheng’s sword to descend.

Madam Mu’s expression turned grave.

Was it because of the object in the Demon Lord’s sleeve, or was it… because Chen Changsheng’s sword did not descend?

Yes, no one on the observation platform thought this would happen.

With a swoosh, countless swords flew out of the sheath in Chen Changsheng’s hands.

But those swords did not slash at the Demon Lord. They flew off the observation platform, into the clouds.

Those swords stirred the clouds, bringing away with them countless wisps, appearing somewhat like mists.

But they were more like lightning, because the swords were too fast. With the eyes, one could only see the bright trails they left in the sky.

Some people who saw this even had a misperception.

When these swords entered the mists, they were already in front of the Imperial City.

At that moment, the massive rock falling from the sky was still several dozen zhang away from the ground.

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The weeping and screaming crowd that was fleeing in all directions gradually came to a stop.

Because they had stopped feeling the quaking, had stopped hearing the rumbling of the massive rock.

But there was no silence. Instead, an incessant grinding noise was coming from above them.

When they looked up at the sky, they stood in awe.

They saw a mystical sight.

The rock had stopped and was floating in the sky.

Countless swords like bolts of lightning were slashing at the bottom of the rock, and the sounds of hacking and slicing filled the air.