Chapter 1022 – Right Before the Eyes, Millions of Lightyears Away (1/2)
Chapter 1022 – Right Before the Eyes, Millions of Lightyears Away
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The seven-hundred-some swords had all once been renowned throughout the world.
Their former owners had all been exceptional experts who dared to venture into the land of demons.
In their eyes, what did the Netherworld matter?
The storm of swords began to attack once more.
This time, however, the swords no longer had such fierce energy and they seemed more focused.
The positions of the swords became more fixed, their connections tighter.
Because the moment they destroyed the Seventeen Netherworld Armors, the Setting Sun Sword in the Demon Lord's hand also slashed down.
The ten-some swords at the very front angrily shrieked as they were sent flying while several of their comrades wailed as they broke.
Besides his fight with the previous Demon Lord in the snowy mountains, this was the first time Chen Changsheng's swords had been broken since he had left the Garden of Zhou.
These swords were tightly intertwined with his spiritual sense, so his face paled as his mind felt the breaking of the swords.
As a result, he chose to adjust the energies of the swords, converting the storm of swords into the South Stream Temple sword array.
No matter how powerful the Setting Sun Sword was, it could not destroy this sword array, so where could the Demon Lord go?
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The Demon Lord's expression did not change when he saw the Seventeen Netherworld Armors annihilated by the torrent of swords.
But when he saw the sword array in the sky, a hint of surprise finally appeared in his eyes.
On the observation platform, Chen Changsheng had relied on precisely this sword style to defeat him.
By now, he naturally knew that this was the legendary South Stream Temple sword array.
If he did not borrow a divine power that surpassed the mortal domain, the Demon Lord truly had no means of destroying this sword array.
But there was still no fear in his eyes.
The Setting Sun Sword descended, shattering the invisible zither notes, but it did not touch the storm of seven hundred swords in the air.
The Demon Lord's attack was not aimed at Chen Changsheng, nor was it aimed at the South Stream Temple sword array.
From the very start, he had no intention of facing off against Chen Changsheng, and certainly not competing in swords.
Even someone as proud as him did not have the confidence to compete in swords with Chen Changsheng.
The swords that had been jolted away or broken had only been defeated by the Setting Sun Sword because they had used much of their strength to break the Netherworld Armors.
In truth, his sword was slashing at the ground.
The Setting Sun Sword struck the ground.
A setting sun sank into the horizon.
The dark night descended.
He had painted the ground to bring down the night.
The Demon Lord's figure retreated into the darkness.
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When the setting sun sank into the Western Sea, darkness would envelop the entire continent. But the current darkness was not real and it could not even occupy the entirety of the courtyard. Under the assault of the light from the Li Palace's grand array, it was continuously retracting.
Chen Changsheng knew that the Demon Lord had not left, but retreated deep into the darkness.
But he did not pursue, as he needed to oversee the array, but also because he felt a very profound sense of danger.
The blind zither player also did not pursue, but he thought differently from Chen Changsheng.
His withered fingers touched the zither strings, making them buzz.
The zither note was a message.
His and Chen Changsheng's attacks had succeeded in delaying the Demon Lord for a few moments.
Perhaps it was just the blink of an eye, but it was enough for the cosmetic-buying girl and the others to react.
Pink and white powder was liberally spread over the courtyard.
The fortune-tellers and peddlers stood in the middle of the powder, using it as a screen while they used their coins and sand table to calculate.
The six government laborers took the chains from their shoulders and threw them into the courtyard.
The darkness clearly had no form or substance, but as the chains passed through it and pulled on the darkness, it gradually grew taut, seeming to become an actual black cloth.
The two sesame-candy-selling elders rolled up the fronts of their robes, somberly took a step forward, bent their knees, and let out a straight punch!
In Fivekind Man, these two elders were the most subdued and low-key, but their techniques were the most profound.