Chapter 982 – The Pear Blossom Falls (1/2)

Chapter 982 – The Pear Blossom Falls

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Carp tribe leader and the Grand Duke from the Deer tribe glanced at each other, both suddenly a little uneasy.

The Bear tribe leader and the generals ceased their attempts to attack and gazed at the observation platform.

The wrinkles on the Xiang clan leader's forehead seemed to deepen as doubts began to emerge.

Madam Mu calmly gazed at Chen Changsheng, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

No one had any hopes for Chen Changsheng, but just a single sentence from him had caused everyone to change their judgment of the situation.

Because when he said those words, Chen Changsheng had a very calm expression and indifferent voice, both concealing a formidable confidence.

No, he was not even concealing it. This confidence was like his sword, piercing through the clouds with incredible speed and power. Everyone who heard his voice felt their eardrums throb in pain while everyone who saw his face felt like their eyelashes were about to be chopped off.

The Demon Lord could easily tell that there was no false bravado in Chen Changsheng's eyes, only a calm and determined intent to kill.

Black Robe's schemes took into account every possibility, and he had assuredly calculated that Chen Changsheng would immediately venture across tens of thousands of li once he knew of Luoluo's marriage. He had probably also calculated that the demi-humans would choose this moment to temporarily play the bystander. Since he had not made any arrangements, he must have been sure that the Demon Lord could kill Chen Changsheng.

He thought the same.

He did not understand where Chen Changsheng's confidence came from.

As the supreme master of the snowy plains, the Demon Lord was used to having everything under his control.

This sort of feeling that something was seemingly beyond his control caused him many negative emotions.

He waved his sleeve as if shooing away these emotions.

The sleeve stirred up a cool breeze which swept up the pear blossoms and caused them to dance.

This sight caused a burst of muffled gasps to rise from the surrounding crowd.

Flowers being swept up in the wind was a common sight. The reason for these gasps was the strange phenomena taking place.

The pure white pear blossoms had inexplicably turned black, and this was the purest black, without the smallest impurity. Moreover, the orbits of those seemingly soft flowers were bizarre, and they seemed imbued with a great weight.

Black was the absence of light.

All the light falling from the sky seemed to be absorbed by the Demon Lord's sleeve.

This was also the reason the tiny flowers had become so heavy.

The space beneath the pear tree seemed to deform.

What sort of demon technique could produce this sight?

Chen Changsheng calmly stared into the Demon Lord's eyes, paying no attention to the fact that the surroundings had become pitch-black.

In this world of darkness, those identically black flowers seemed to disappear.

Suddenly, an extremely dim smear of white appeared in his vision.

An extremely dim white was gray, like the sudden appearance of the morning sun after journeying in a lightless abyss.

It was a pear blossom, silently floating behind him.

Let alone Chen Changsheng, even the demi-human experts observing this battle had not noticed it.

Chen Changsheng gazed at the Demon Lord, seemingly unaware.

The pear blossom that was gradually turning white suddenly trembled, then shattered.

The pliable petals transformed into countless thin threads that danced in the wind, at times blazing in the light, at times painted black by the darkness.

It was beautiful and bizarre. No one knew just what exactly had happened.

At this moment, the clear and bright cry of a sword rang out over the observation platform.