Chapter 347 — Ferocity Beyond Compare
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Let's head over as well. " With that he floated up and flew toward that immortal mountain.
The three exchanged a glance and hurried after him.
On the other immortal mountains and isles, old immortals emerged one after another from their places of seclusion, looking in astonishment toward the mountain where Shen Mu and Qingyou were. "What's all this about? " The Old Tathagata and the Old Dao Lord were stirred as well, and looked in that direction. The Old Tathagata's dharma eye was unmatched; in surprise he said, "It looks like Human Emperor Shen is beating Qingyou, and Qingyou dares not strike back.
" The Old Dao Lord laughed. "It seems he cannot strike back — he lost the initiative and is being suppressed by the Human Emperor's dharma power.
" On that immortal isle, range upon range of mountains stretched on.
The two of them, one old and one young, fought from the foot of the mountain to its peak. Shen Mu's dharma power ran wild, transforming into a great hand seal that pressed down from above; Qingyou dodged by tumbling and rolling, and countless verdant trees were flattened by Shen Mu's palm, falling prostrate to the ground.
At once a great handprint some mu in breadth appeared on the earth!
Shen Mu fought with sweeping, wide-open moves, driving Qingyou from the bottom all the way up to the summit. At the summit stood a great hall of gray brick and red tile, its bronze pillars as thick as water vats.
Qingyou was blasted into the hall. Shen Mu's steps were immeasurably heavy; he swept one leg against a bronze pillar.
The Village Head shook his head and called out, "Shen, my boy, this is the Jade Capital of the old Kaihuang era, a palace forged by gods and spirits — how could you possibly tear it down? " Before his words had faded, that bronze pillar was snapped in two by Shen Mu's leg. The Village Head was stunned. A youth beside him explained in a small voice, "Senior, this hall was forged later by Uncle-Master Qingyou. It isn't as sturdy as the original hall.
. .
" Over there, Shen Mu thrust both hands into the bronze pillar, lifted the great column as thick as a water vat, and used it as a spear, stabbing into the hall. Boom after boom came from within the hall. Though the bronze pillar was enormous, Shen Mu wielded it as nimbly as a spear; the pillar tore through the air with a hissing whistle.
But it was, after all, too large — after a few moves the hall was pierced full of holes, bricks and tiles flying everywhere.
Qingyou, in utter disarray, finally caught the bronze pillar with both hands — only to see it suddenly grow unbearably hot, melted by Shen Mu's dharma power, molten bronze flowing everywhere. The molten bronze ran down the pillar like water, then in midair transformed into bronze sword after bronze sword.
Ten thousand swords flew at once, piercing Qingyou's body. Qingyou was sent flying backward, crashing into the immortal mountain of another immortal isle.
Shen Mu's arms surged with power; with a furious roar he thrust out the melting bronze pillar and chased close behind it, slamming it into Qingyou's chest and driving him into the immortal mountain. At the same moment, Shen Mu's figure flew over like a streak of flowing light, raised his knee, and struck the bronze pillar. The immortal mountain shuddered, and all the trees upon it rustled with a clatter. The Village Head and the three Little Jade Capital disciples hurried over.
They had just reached that immortal isle when they saw Shen Mu pull the bronze pillar from the cliff, then grab Qingyou by the collar and drag him out of the cave. He swung his arm and hurled the old man savagely to the ground; the earth gave a great boom and a huge pit was smashed into it.
"I've long been sick of your endless nagging — never a clean fight! And you even made my Grandpa Village Head cry!
I'll beat you to death!
" Shen Mu turned his head to look at the four flying over, and grinned at the three Little Jade Capital disciples. "Don't be afraid.