Chapter 1025 – Trying Ones Sword (I) (2/2)

As long as Chen Changsheng was able to retreat into the courtyard, he could enter the center of the Li Palace's grand array.

Even if they could not defeat these two peerless powers from the other continent, they could at least buy a chance to live, or more time.

Chen Changsheng did not accept the blind zither player's request.

At this moment, even more time would not offer a better chance at survival.

And he would not let the blind zither player remain here alone.

He had already made his preparations.

He knew that when they attacked the Demon Lord, there was a high chance that they would encounter the second Angel of Sacred Light.

This was the living stone sculpture.

According to Bie Yanghong's account, this Angel governed judgment, and its holy name was Hidden Thunder. It was even more terrifying than the Angel contending against the Li Palace's grand array.

Chen Changsheng unsheathed the Stainless Sword and fixed its hilt into the sheath, then used both hands to grip the hilt.

With this action, he also hung the string of stone pearls in his palm onto the hilt.

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In the distance, the Demon Lord slightly perked his brows at this sight.

He naturally knew what it meant.

At this point, the entire continent knew that when Chen Changsheng put his dagger and sheath together, it would become a longsword of sorts.

This would only happen when Chen Changsheng was putting his life on the line.

The problem was that Chen Changsheng should have known who he was facing.

The Demon Lord knew that Chen Changsheng knew, so he did not know why Chen Changsheng had come to kill, or why he insisted on staying instead of retreating.

Did he really think that he could terminate this powerful being from the other continent?

Did he really think that in this hopeless situation, putting his life on the line would be of any use?

Chen Changsheng had a very calm expression. There was no sign of passion or impulse.

There was no atmosphere of tragedy in this night-shrouded courtyard.

He was well aware of the horrors of this Angel of the Sacred Light.

And for some reason, these two Angels were even more powerful than when Bie Yanghong had seen them.

But he still wanted to try.

Just like Wang Po did in that storm in Xunyang City, as he confronted the moonlight manifested by Zhu Luo's sword.

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The Angel's gaze was indifferent.

It treated that storm of seven hundred swords with the gaze of indifference.

Its gaze fell on Chen Changsheng.

Its eyes gradually began to change.

Crueler and crueler, harsher and harsher, scarier and scarier.

But even more shocking was that these were all emotions.

This was incredibly rare.

Just what had this Angel seen on Chen Changsheng?

Or was it that it had sensed something in Chen Changsheng's body?

Extremely archaic and strange syllables emerged from the Angel's lips.

It was like peals of thunder in the sky.

When he heard this voice, the Demon Lord's complexion became rather strange.

So did Chen Changsheng's.

The laws of the world did not need to translate.

He vaguely understood the Angel's meaning.