Chapter 779 – The Young Demon Lord, the Truth Behind the Mist (1/2)

Chapter 779 – The Young Demon Lord, the Truth Behind the Mist

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The young array master spoke of His Holiness the Pope, but without the slightest tone of respect, rather taunting and jeering.

Whether he was enemy or friend, the existence of this sort of innate tone of voice meant that this young array master's true identity was assuredly quite extraordinary.

Earlier when Chen Changsheng was prepared to leave, he had attempted to send this person into the Garden of Zhou to safeguard their life. In the end, he had been attacked by an extremely faint true essence which shook his Ethereal Palace and disturbed his Yeshi Step. Not only had he failed to send the array master into the Garden of Zhou, he had been placed into enormous danger and had almost died at Nanke's hands.

Now, it was obvious that this had been the array master's work.

Chen Changsheng looked at the black dagger in the array master's hand and felt somewhat cold.

This black dagger probably shared the same origin as the Stainless Sword, both forged from the whisker of a true dragon.

His Stainless Sword was forged from the whisker of the Golden Dragon while the black dagger was presumably forged from the whisker of that Black Frost Dragon.

He just didn't know if it was a harvest from the Demon Lord's expedition into the Garden of Zhou or if it had an even bloodier origin. Regardless, both possibilities made his blood run cold.

It was the same feeling given to him by the conversation and conduct of this father and son.

Yes, the Demon Lord was the young array master's father.

From the moment the young array master said 'father', Chen Changsheng knew who he was.

After the rebellion in Xuelao City two years ago, all the Demon Lord's sons were killed or imprisoned, except one.

That one was the new Demon Lord.

He was also this young array master.

In the entire continent, only he would dare show such contempt towards Chen Changsheng, the Pope of the Human race.

Chen Changsheng was well aware that he could not change much tonight, but he wanted to say a few words so as to clarify a few things.

If this matter had nothing to do with him, he naturally wouldn't care, but there were quite a few corpses on both sides of the shattered bridge.

These people had come from Mount Song. The mountain path was long and covered in ice, and they had even had to carry a stretcher. The journey had certainly not been easy.

They had finally reached here and the young array master on the stretcher had opened his eyes, but these people were all dead.

If he conjectured into the past, when this young array master had feigned being severely wounded, many people had assuredly died to rescue him from the battlefield.

If Zhou Tong were still alive or Mo Yu had been the one standing there, they would have been able to very quickly analyze and conclude what had occurred. However, Chen Changsheng could memorize all three thousand scriptures of the Daoist Canon backwards but was incapable of seeing through this affair. Thus, he was asking for an explanation in place of the dead. Yet it was just as the young array master said. Even if he did understand, what could he do about it?

Chen Changsheng did not care about this. He asked, ”Even if you had spies in the Mount Song Army headquarters coordinating with you, how could you possibly deceive so many people?”

”To ensure that someone found you and also sent me to you was truly very troublesome. There were so many casualties in the Mount Song Army headquarters and the rules you set down were too complex. It's truly difficult to create such a plan. Even if the Lord Military Advisor personally took part, it would still be very difficult to do.”