Chapter 1026 – Trying Ones Sword (II) (1/2)
Chapter 1026 – Trying One's Sword (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Bie Yanghong had once passed all he experienced in the battle between the Divine into Chen Changsheng's mind.
The language of the Sacred Light Continent was somewhat similar to Dragon language.
When he was a child and memorizing the final book of the Daoist Canon in Xining's old temple, he had learned from his master how those words should be pronounced.
In the cavern beneath New North Bridge, he had spent a very long time learning Dragon language from the little Black Dragon.
The Demon Lord could understand the words of the Angel of Sacred Light, and Chen Changsheng could also understand a little.
Although the meaning was not terribly precise, he did know that the Angel was not calling him a stealer of fire.
The meaning of those syllables was something like 'descendant of light', or 'inheritor of light'.
But what did this mean?
Chen Changsheng did not understand.
The change in the Angel's eyes, the appearance of cruelty, harshness, and terror, did not arise from the Angel's stance to Chen Changsheng, but from a sort of vigilance.
Suddenly, the Angel appeared outside the storm of swords.
There was no sound, no action. Without even moving, it seemed to have left its original place.
The sheer bizarreness of the sight could make one tremble in fear. It was like the Angel could completely disregard the highest laws of the world.
The Angel gazed at Chen Changsheng in the storm of swords and raised the spear of light.
Chen Changsheng stood in front of the blind zither player.
The blind zither player knew what he wanted to do.
The wind brushed against his white hair.
His fingers touched the strings of his zither.
Biting and mournful notes rose from the zither, bursting with extreme reluctance.
If he had not been ambushed by his sect master, he probably would have been in the Divine Domain by now. Even if he were still no match for this Angel of the Sacred Light, it would still have been enough for a proper fight.
Truly reluctant!
But… so what!
The zither notes suddenly increased in pitch, all the reluctance transforming into a will to fight that slashed at the Angel!
Agitated by the zither notes, the swords in the sky began to buzz, vibrating so fast that they became impossible to clearly make out.
The howling winter winds stirred the yellow sands, but they were not able to make it one foot off the ground.
The area above this one foot of space was filled with zither notes and sword intents.
The blind zither player was burning all his true essence to unleash his strongest attack.
The array energy of the South Stream Temple sword array was also being pushed to its maximum output.
The Angel did not care, much less attempt to dodge. It simply stood there, calmly observing Chen Changsheng.
The zither notes and sword intents disappeared.
Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player had been staring at the Angel the entire time, so they knew that it had done nothing.
Even if this Angel had a divine body of unimaginable perfection, how could their attacks not leave even a single blemish?
Could the sword intents and zither notes that filled the sky have possibly missed?
How was this possible?
Chen Changsheng suddenly noticed a streak of light in the darkness.
This was an extremely faint light, like the embers of a bonfire that had been burning for an entire night.
But this streak of light was exceptionally clear. It clearly followed some sort of order, traveled in some sort of direction.
He thought of a possibility and his expression flickered.
Could it possibly be that the moment those sword intents and zither notes struck, the Angel retreated into the darkness and then came back?
It was like what had happened at the rear gate just a few moments ago.
If this expert from another world truly was so fast, how could it be defeated?
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