Chapter 274 — Three Fists and Two Blades
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On Shen Mu's body the primal qi coiled like an azure dragon; the Nine Dragons Emperor Art and the Thunder-Cry Mahayana Sutra were driven almost at once, and it was as though a great Buddha sat in majesty with dragons coiled about his body. With a thunderous roar, another fist blasted out.
That great shaman was like a golden elephant god, immensely strong, his fists and feet holding power beyond measure, each blow like a giant splitting heaven and earth.
Bang, bang, bang — the two men's fists collided three times. Shen Mu drew back his fist and dispersed his terrifying momentum; the muscles leaping all over his body settled. But the elephant-headed great shaman roared with all his strength and drove yet another fist at Shen Mu's face, vast and mighty, raising a gale.
Before that fist could land on Shen Mu, suddenly a crackling burst came from within his body; in an instant every bone in him broke, his muscles dissolved, his primal qi scattered, and he collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud, breath going out but none coming in.
Those three fists of Shen Mu's — their force and their intent had reached straight into his body and shattered bone, muscle and primal qi alike!
Behind them, the scholars of Six Harmonies Hall stared dumbstruck, standing there woodenly; Reverend Hongfa went cold all over. Shen Mu was simply a lawless brute: three fists and two blades, and he had killed two foreign envoys — and done it inside the Imperial College!
Shen Mu paid them no mind. He turned to look at Ban Gongcuo, a smile on his face, not at all like a murderer who strikes at the slightest disagreement. "Who will come drag the corpses away and wash the floor? Little Prince, my skills are passable, aren't they? Any urge to make a move?"