Chapter 774 – Behind the Three Thousand Swords (1/2)

Chapter 774 – Behind the Three Thousand Swords

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Upon seeing the several thousand swords in the night sky, Nanke narrowed her eyes.

Using one's spiritual sense to control several thousand swords was already an absurd enough feat, but to also simultaneously unleash several thousand different sword techniques…

Just how had Chen Changsheng done it?

It was at this point that she was finally sure that even if Chen Changsheng did not have these swords or any other tricks, just through his sword insight, true essence, and cultivation in the path of the sword, he could defeat her. If she were to engage in a direct confrontation with Chen Changsheng and did not possess the fastest speed in the world, she would not have a single chance.

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The Demon Lord was the strongest opponent Chen Changsheng had ever encountered. When confronting such a foe, he naturally used his strongest moves.

These swords in the night sky were the highest level and most complete display of his attainments on the path of the sword.

Of the old swords that had followed him out of the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou and regained their freedom, some had been seen back to their sects and some had been gifted to friends. Xuanyuan Po had received the Mountain Sea Sword, Zhexiu had received the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, and Su Moyu and Mo Yu had also been given their own swords. Many swords had also been taken by Tang Thirty-Six and hidden around the Orthodox Academy, and Chen Changsheng had not taken them with him when he left the capital. If one removed those old swords that were too old, required their sword intents to soak in more nourishment, and were thus powerless to battle, the swords that could fight together with him at present numbered around three thousand.

These swords had rested in the Vault Sheath for quite a few years now and were his constant companions. Their minds were one, their edges as sharp as if they were forged yesterday, their energies surpassing their past selves.

Tonight, these thousands of swords reflected all scenes and light in the darkness, silently forming a dragon. They seemed to come in succession, yet they also seemed to come together. Their sword intents were all awe-inspiring but each of their sword techniques had its own subtlety. They were extremely difficult to deal with, and if Zhu Ye, Ning Shiwei, and those several hundred experts and soldiers had still been on the lake shore, they would have been routed with a single blow.

The three thousand swords flew through the air as if they had brought the thousands of golden scales glistening in the river up into the darkness.

The Demon Lord once more revealed an expression of praise, ruefully sighing, ”The sword is like the person. If you break through into the Divine in the future, just how spectacular and magnificent would this sword dragon be?”

A rueful sigh was an expression of regret, regret that this spectacular and magnificent sight would never come to be, because Chen Changsheng would become his food tonight.

Praise was looking down upon someone from up high, the assessment and expectation of a predecessor to their descendant. Praise came to be because the one giving praise was at ease.

Three thousand swords, each carrying a different attack, were easily broken by a zither tune from the Demon Lord.

His firm and slender fingers lightly plucked the strings, unleashing chilling notes.

Tonight, the zither had already sounded several times, and one of those times was when it had broken through Chen Changsheng's first sword array.

But those had all been messy and fragmentary notes, unable to transform into a song, more like a prelude or interlude.

Now, the zither notes finally came together into a song.

The song the Demon Lord played was a melody on the delights of the autumn wind.

What was delightful about the autumn wind were falling leaves, so the zither notes were even more chilling than before, blowing in all directions like an autumn mountain, a natural dispersal, like the falling leaves themselves.

Zither notes carelessly flew into the air, carrying an indescribable bleakness and harshness as they went to meet the sword dragon tearing through the night sky.

Just like before, bright fragments of fiery flowers exploded in the air, illuminating the world and making that sword dragon that spanned across the world even more vivid.

The three thousand swords fiercely trembled. Some found it difficult to bear the wounds from the zither notes and suddenly descended, while others found it hard to bear the strength of the autumn wind and skewed to the side.

A gale rose, the zither notes suddenly fell into disorder, and the sword dragon began to slowly disperse. Like scales being shorn off by some invisible force, a sword would occasionally leave the pack.

Those swords that still persisted began to shudder. Some of these swords with weaker bodies were already showing cracks.

Based on the situation, before Chen Changsheng's three thousand swords were be able to reach their destination, they would be broken and scattered by this zither song.

But for some reason, the Demon Lord suddenly became somewhat grave.

This was the first time tonight he had revealed a wary expression.

At this moment, the sword dragon formed from three thousand swords was spitting sparks into the night sky.