Chapter 802 — The Numbering of the Great Dao Hides a Mystery

Dao sounds reverberated from Shen Mu's mouth. His four arms whirled, countless yuan-magnetic runes flew up and transformed into stars and rivers of stars. His four palms pushed forward — and in a violent upheaval beyond compare, his four arms exploded, flesh and blood spraying, shattered bone fragments flying in all directions, shooting wildly about with sharp reports.

He was blasted away by that unmatched power at extreme speed, his body stretched ramrod straight.

Blood spewed from Shen Mu's three mouths. His severed four arms grew back at flying speed. Suddenly he stacked his hands palm to back, layering them countless times in an instant, and blasted toward the great hand pressing down on him!

Countless heavenly fire crystals erupted, exploding in an instant. Terrifying waves surged in all directions, and the gushing heavenly fire swept along the ground like a great flood, submerging several hundred li, shrouding hundreds of li of land in raging flames!

And the hurricane stirred up by the heavenly fire explosion blew farther still, igniting forests and mountains, plunging a thousand li into a sea of fire.

Boom!

The great hand fell, covering Shen Mu beneath its palm. In the instant the hand descended, Shen Mu was still activating his teleportation divine art, countless teleportation runes dancing around him — but they were immediately destroyed by the vast heavenly majesty.

His teleportation divine art was directly interrupted.

The great hand slammed down. The mountains within the heavenly fire shook. The impact of this moment was so terrifying that even the inextinguishable heavenly fire had the flame rune structures within it directly destroyed, completely extinguished.

Crack, crack — the earth quaked, and chasms extended in all directions, a shocking sight.

And the great mountain that had separated Shen Mu and Yan Qiling was completely destroyed under the power of this one divine art. Amid the rolling smoke and dust came Yan Qiling's muffled groan.

When this woman's Dao One divine art erupted, Shen Mu's other two hands had been continuously executing sword techniques, progressing from the Seventeenth Sword Form to the Eighteenth Sword Form, cutting into her divine art's protective circle with uncanny and unpredictable swordsmanship. Then the Eighteenth Sword Form transformed into the Nineteenth.

The second move of the Tribulation Sword — the Nineteenth Sword Form, the Tribulation-Raising Sword — erupted. Yan Qiling was now like a startled swan, now like a roaming dragon, now spreading out like a colorful phoenix in flight, truly following the profound mysteries of the Dao, making it impossible to determine her position.

Yet the Nineteenth Sword Form was the Tribulation-Raising Sword that Shen Mu had created in the early years of Longhan to avenge Yutian Zun. Countless streaks of sword light danced around the woman, leaping and shifting unpredictably. Each variation was a tribulation — either face the tribulation, or evade it.

But to evade only made the tribulations multiply!

Those leaping flying swords had already sealed off all her escape routes, forcing her to face the tribulations!

In the same instant that the great hand covered Shen Mu, Yan Qiling also drove her movement technique to its utmost — and then she was struck by swords. Clang, clang, clang — several thousand flying swords pierced into her body almost simultaneously!

Yan Qiling was like a great hedgehog, frozen in the air, blood at the corners of her mouth, several flying swords even lodged in her mouth with only the hilts protruding.

The girl's body trembled with pain. Then one by one the flying swords fell away from her body, and the wounds on her body closed to prevent excessive blood loss.

When all the flying swords had been pulled out, the girl vomited a mouthful of blood — but the blood was not red, but golden yellow, with rosy clouds rising from it in steam.

"I know your origins..."

Yan Qiling vomited blood again and again, both hands on her knees, and raised her head to look toward Shen Mu.

Panting for breath, fallen flying swords all around her feet, she said in a low voice, "I also know why you must protect Yutian Zun. I am sorry — I should not have struck so heavily..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

From the swirling smoke and dust, violent coughing suddenly came. Yan Qiling's pupils contracted sharply. Following the sound, she saw a figure stagger to its feet in the dust and smoke.

The figure was in a pitiful state — of six arms, only one remained; three heads bent at eerie angles in different directions, and each head seemed to be missing a large chunk.

The figure's chest cavity seemed to have rotted away, its spine twisted — yet it walked toward her step by step.

As the figure walked, chunks of flesh seemed to fall from its body.

Yan Qiling's eye twitched. The falling flesh and blood showed how terribly Shen Mu had been beaten — but she also saw flesh and blood growing on Shen Mu's body, self-repairing!

"The Crimson Emperor's Dao One..."

Yan Qiling straightened up and retreated, saying, "Cult Master Shen, stop. You and I are not enemies. Yutian Zun can be left in your care. There is no need for us to fight to the death! I already know who you are..."

Hum, hum, hum.

The flying swords on the ground vibrated. Yan Qiling's scalp went numb. Enduring her wounds, she retreated: "Stop! Mu Tianzun, I am not afraid of you!"