Chapter 200 — Lurking Dutian
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Whether it was the Youmo Cult, foremost sect of the demonic path, lending aid to Imperial Teacher Jingping, or the Youmo Cult using its teleportation banners to bring in Jingping's great army and wash the disciples of every sect and school in blood—either would set these Cult Master-level beings' hearts trembling, their minds wavering, their spirits thrown into chaos.
Though the span of their disorder was brief, to lose one's mind before a being like Imperial Teacher Jingping was, in essence, to have one's death already written.
Cult Master-level beings were, to be sure, great masters of the Divine Bridge realm—but within the Divine Bridge realm there were the strong and the weak. As Imperial Teacher Jingping himself had said, he was a man with no weakness in any realm; however wide another's angle, it could never match the length of his straight line.
His cultivation surpassed others'; his strength surpassed others' too.
Caught in a surprise attack, there was essentially no one who could be his match—who could even take a single blow from him.
Just as at Tianbo City, when the Dutian Demon King was locked in struggle with Mojiang and he cut the Demon King down with a single sword stroke—that stroke, too, had been a sneak attack.
Shen Mu reckoned that Imperial Teacher Jingping could, in the brief instant these powerhouses lost their wits, kill at the very least four formidable foes. How many he could wound besides, that would depend on the man's own skill.
Yet though this battle was dazzling beyond compare, displaying the finest martial power in the world today, those able to make out what was happening were few. Of the several hundred people present, perhaps only the Left and Right Protector Envoys could clearly grasp every move and gesture of the combatants.
Shen Mu gazed at the battlefield again, and still could not see its details; he could see only the afterimages left by swiftly moving figures, and beyond that the radiance bursting from spells, divine powers, and sword arts.
But every brief moment, a light would vanish—the death of a powerhouse.
Now, eight figures remained there.
"Apart from Imperial Teacher Jingping, seven others."
Shen Mu's eyes flickered. Among those seven, all should be of comparatively great strength. Which seven were still alive?
He could see the figure wreathed in flame like a god shifting and maneuvering there, but he could not tell who was who.
"To be unable to see the battle is to miss an immense stroke of fortune. I wonder—can I open the Bixiao Heavenly Eye?"
Shen Mu mobilized his vital essence, sending more of it into his eyes, attempting to construct the array-patterns of the Bixiao Heavenly Eye. His eyes already held three pupils: the first layer was his own pupil, the second the pupil formed by the Shenxiao Heaven, the third the pupil formed by the Qingxiao Heaven. And if he could condense the Bixiao Heaven, a fourth layer of pupil would form, letting him see far more.
Just as he was channeling vital essence into his eyes, he suddenly sensed something different entering his eyes along with that vital essence.
Shen Mu was startled. All at once, everything on the battlefield became incomparably clear!
He shook his head, looked again—still incomparably clear!
And yet he had not formed the array-patterns of the Bixiao Heaven at all!
"There is another person's eye within my eyes!"
Shen Mu broke out in a cold sweat. He could now even see every move of Imperial Teacher Jingping and the others—the level of each divine power or sword art, the inner structure of those powers and arts!
Every person's movements, every expression, were vivid before him!
This was not something his own eyes could see; it was what another's eyes saw—or rather, another person was watching the battle through his eyes!
Who on earth was watching through his eyes?