Chapter 351 — The Hour When Gods Meet
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Afterward, several others hailed as sages entered the Three Primes Hall as well. Guess whether they passed the trial. They did not!
They were beaten like dead pigs and carried out of the Three Primes Hall, never even reaching the Five Qi Hall behind it!
" Lizheng said in astonishment: "There are sages as useless as that?
" Qingyou the Hermit, in no good humor, rolled his eyes at him.
"This god is not one of those false gods of the Heavens Above — he is a true god.
Otherwise Xu Shenghua of the Heavens Above would not have come running to lodge so long in my Little Yujing; there are no few so-called gods up in the heavens. You know the gulf between a false god and a true god: a true god is divine in every aspect, while you command only the one — the Sword God. " Lizheng fell silent, then suddenly laughed.
"Shen'er has never lost. Losing once would be good for him.
If he cannot win, it means he has not tried hard enough, has not brought out the full strength of the Overlord Body. " Qingyou the Hermit was utterly deranged — was there such a teacher in this world?
"I would very much like to know the origins of this god," said Lizheng, his eyes flickering. "Might you tell me, Daoist Brother?
" The Three Primes Hall.
Shen Mu's face was grave.
Three young gods — and each of those young gods, set down anywhere in the Jingping Kingdom, would be a figure of the highest realm, no worse than the likes of the Dao Son or the Buddha Son, perhaps even stronger. More crucial still, in experience and breadth of vision the young gods far surpassed any Buddha Son or Dao Son.
That was the truly terrifying part.
Each young god stood for one Prime. Fused as three, their strength came close to that of a true god of their own realm, and their power would soar straight upward!
Nor were the three old immortals strangers to those who dared challenge the Triple Prime; as heaven-favored figures, they all possessed immense confidence.
Yet confidence was one thing. Those who could complete the Triple Prime challenge were vanishingly few.
Still, since Shen Mu had made this choice himself, all they could do was watch and see what fortune held for him.
The young god opposite was expressionless, like a machine devoid of all feeling. Suddenly his power erupted; he moved a single step, and in the next instant he stood before Shen Mu! "His speed is no slower than mine!
" Shen Mu was startled.
A thunderous roar reached his ears — the sound arriving after the young god, the rolling thunder flung behind him in his wake! Boom! The young god punched.
Space quaked, thunder burst.
This was no power of divine ability, but a phenomenon born purely of physical strength pushed to its utmost limit. A body-born divine ability — what it relied on was not divine power, but a mighty body!
Shen Mu neither dodged nor yielded.
He met the blow with a punch of his own. Just as the two fists were about to land on their marks, both shifted their stances, hurtling through the air, trailing phantom after phantom, evading each other's fists. Shen Mu's pupils contracted sharply. The Lame Elder's Sky-Sweeping Divine Legs had met their match for the first time.
As the foremost shadow-thief under heaven, one must flee fast — fast enough that victim and pursuer could never close the distance; and so the Lame Elder had tempered his legs to the utmost.
If any part of him had already become god, it was those legs. Shen Mu had followed the Lame Elder in cultivation since childhood, and had tempered his own legs to the limit his realm allowed; in sheer speed, even Banggongcuo was far his inferior.
Yet this young god's speed was in no way slower than his!