Chapter 982 – The Pear Blossom Falls (2/2)
Fierce sword intent descended, and those petal strands were powerless to resist. One by one, they shattered and dropped to the ground, transforming into black wisps of smoke and vanishing from this world.
A sword bursting with an archaic aura had appeared, quietly floating in the air behind Chen Changsheng.
This sword gave off the feeling that no matter who attacked Chen Changsheng, they would receive its powerful and callous counterattack.
This sword was like Chen Changsheng's most faithful guard, a companion that would never betray him.
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This was the first time many people had seen Chen Changsheng's sword style, this legendary sword style.
Chen Changsheng was still very far from the Divine Domain, but many people believed that his sword style had already surpassed the domain of mortals.
As Su Li's legacy disciple, and considering that Qiushan Jun had been missing these last few years, Chen Changsheng was now publicly acknowledged as a grandmaster of the sword.
Information on his sword style had already been spread around the world, and all the demi-human personages present knew of it. However, seeing it with their own eyes still left them stunned.
The Demon Lord's visage remained unaffected. On that night in the mountains, he had already experienced Chen Changsheng's sword style, so he knew this was far from all of it.
He took a step forward, moving from the darkness to the light, the pear tree behind him about to turn into a silhouette.
The cold darkness howled as it rose, taking up the remaining pear blossoms on the ground and casting them toward Chen Changsheng.
Those pear blossoms did not move quickly, and they could even be described as slow. They gave off a feeling of incredible weight.
Upon seeing this, the demi-human experts experienced a powerful foreboding that if they touched these pear blossoms, they would assuredly be put in a most sorry state.
The problem was that there were several thousand pear blossoms floating in the air. How could Chen Changsheng avoid all of them?
Even if he could avoid them, what would happen to Princess Luoluo standing behind him?
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The Demon Lord knew what Chen Changsheng would do.
Countless swords would surge out of that sword sheath called the Vault Sheath, slicing the thousands of pear blossoms into threads to be swept away in the wind.
The same method he had used to deal with that first pear blossom.
In truth, the Demon Lord was inviting Chen Changsheng to do this.
Because just like every other cultivator on the continent, he was also curious to see just how many swords Chen Changsheng had brought out of the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou.
More importantly, after that night in the mountains, he had prepared a method specifically meant for killing Chen Changsheng.
Once the sky of pear blossoms was hacked down by Chen Changsheng's rain of swords, death would descend.
What would happen next would be just as the Demon Lord had imagined, as had the Xiang clan leader and many other experts.
Swords shrilly howled as powerful sword intents ran the breadth from earth to sky. Deep and straight lines were slashed through the hard floor of the observation platform as those floating pear blossoms were cut down, countless terrifying spatial fissures flashing between them.
This sight caused fear to engulf the eyes of many. Let alone the pear blossoms as heavy as mountains or those fierce sword intents, the spatial fissures produced by the clashes of two powerful Qis would be enough to kill the vast majority of those present.
After some time, the pear blossoms had all fallen to the ground, leaving behind no trace except for a faint fragrance.
The frightening spatial fissures gradually closed like some fiend from the abyss closing its eyes.
Several hundred swords floated in the air, a torrential rain on the verge of descending.
In this rain of swords, Chen Changsheng quietly gazed at the Demon Lord.
The pear blossoms had been exhausted, but he was not dead.
Because the Demon Lord's move had not appeared.
The Demon Lord had an expression of unprecedented solemnity, with even a hint of shock.
He stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, ”And what sort of sword style is this?”