Chapter 330 — A Vast Sea of Blood
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The scene was truly breathtaking; the two sides had clearly fought I know not how many rounds already, killing until blood ran in rivers, killing until the Duck-Tongue region had turned into a hell. It was the first time Shen Mu had seen so magnificent a spectacle, and his heart trembled.
This was the battlefield men yearn for — and also the place where men die. Xiong Xiyu held Xiong Qier close, her face somewhat pale, and said softly, "With a spectacle this huge, how are we to get through?
My cultivation has not yet recovered. .
. " She had recovered only to the level of the Heaven-Man realm; on a battlefield like this, the strength of the Heaven-Man realm counted for nothing at all.
On such a field, a Heaven-Man realm expert might die at any moment in a killing formation wrought by a band of Seven Stars realm soldiers. Even a Life-Death realm expert who forced his way onto the field could hardly keep himself alive. Xiong Xiyu had, after all, once been an existence of Sect Master rank; casting her eyes over the ground, she saw that wherever thirty or fifty men gathered, formation patterns kept lighting up — some laid upon the earth, some floating in the air — turning and shifting without cease, proof that vast though the battlefield was and many though the men were, the formations had never once fallen into disorder.
To break into them was to be ground to death by the war formations; if one formation failed to kill you, another would.
Shen Mu tightened the medicine basket on his back, and from inside it the village head laughed. "We just walk across. Shen'er, you've already learned that move, One Sword Opens the Imperial Bloody Ocean, haven't you? I'll perform it once more for you to watch.
" Something stirred in Shen Mu's heart, and suddenly boundless sword-light erupted and surged toward the battlefield; in an instant the radiance of the sword covered the field for li upon li before the two great passes.
Countless soldiers were bathed in an ocean of sword-light, and the sword-light circled and coiled about their bodies, so that they dared not move a muscle. The many soldiers standing atop the two great passes stared down and ahead, their scalps numb: this place had become a great sea of sword-light, and everyone was drowned in that ocean of light. "Sound the gong!
Recall the troops! " Fierce shouts came from the towers on both sides, but on the battlefield everyone stood rooted where they were, not daring to stir; not a single army withdrew, and even the tower ships in the air hung frozen in place. To move was to die. If that sword-light were to move, then it would be a sea of blood!
"A master has come! " On the tower of Qingmen Pass, a middle-aged man walked over and looked down, and saw a huge Dragon Qilin pacing neither fast nor slow through the ocean of sword-light.
"The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping! " The assembled soldiers all made their salutes.