Chapter 407 — Flawless
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
That was the deeper divine powers hidden within the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture. But such powers required combining the various arts within the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture: Fan Xuanshu's Great Luo Heaven Star Palm Force, for instance, fused more than three hundred divine powers into a single palm — a might terrifying to hear of!
"Cult Master Li is indeed a heaven-sent prodigy of our cult — a pity her mind went crooked.
" Shen Mu could not stop marveling. Of the blind elder nothing need be said; his battle with Lord Huanlong had already shown his strength.
Yet the blind elder now performed even more powerfully than in that duel: his divine spear grew longer and longer, and its might grew with it, every blow he dealt feeling exquisite to the last hair. His finest quality was that he could precisely cover the shortcomings of Fan Xuanshu and Emperor Yanfeng, striking where the enemy must needs save himself.
He was the complement to Fan Xuanshu and Emperor Yanfeng, letting them strike without restraint, free of worry for themselves.
Even so, the three of them were gradually unable to suppress Xing An within the painting. The painting drifted to and fro; the fists and feet and divine powers within it not only blocked their attacks but struck back!
Xing An's divine powers were incomparably fierce, his dharma power incomparably fierce, and his fleshly body fierce beyond all reason; he shook the three of them until blood seeped from the corners of their mouths, and the painting itself was shaken into crack after crack!
He was about to break free! Shen Mu frowned slightly, seeing the three's disadvantage, and suddenly called out loudly: "Clan Chief Yu!
" Yu Zhaoqing darted forward in a single stride, her feet flying, two fingers pressed together, and stabbed at the painting.
Swoosh — her speed was extreme, a flicker of light and shadow; the tips of her two fingers flashed with radiance and stabbed into the painting like a sharp sword, swift as lightning!
The moment Yu Zhaoqing's strike landed, she felt a power of utmost ferocity surge back at her from the painting, shaking her slender body until it trembled and hurling her backward.
Suddenly the wings on Yu Zhaoqing's body snapped open with a shh-shh-shh, and she beat them and flew, halting in midair; dozens of scaled feathers quivered at speed, and at once countless runes and patterns surfaced on her garments, light racing across them, rays bursting from the scaled feathers to shoot into the painting.
A trace of blood appeared on the painting; Emperor Yanfeng and Fan Xuanshu were greatly heartened and pressed their attack harder.
Shen Mu's face was anxious; he said in a low voice to the girls behind him: "Get into the hall and hide while you can.
" Ling Yuxiu hastily led Yan Jingjing and the others flying down the mountain and hid themselves in one of the great halls.
Shen Mu frowned slightly; the calculations before and behind him still raced on madly, but he gradually felt his own wisdom insufficient, no longer able to reckon how great the blind elder's odds of victory were.
He shifted his feet, calculating the angle and odds of his own strike; he roused the Dragon-Taming Art, and one flood dragon after another began to coil about him, lending him their dharma power.
Shen Mu's aura surged; as flood dragon after flood dragon lent him strength, his body grew taller and taller, his dharma power fiercer and fiercer, and dragon scales burst madly from his skin, crawling over his whole body.
Hum, hum, hum.
Several more Ninefold Heaven array patterns appeared in his pupils. He drove the Ninefold Heaven Gazing Eye Art to its utmost!
He calculated not only with his supreme mastery of divination but also with the Sacred Pupil, watching the battlefield, computing the battlefield.
"Xing An has a flaw!
His body is not quite settling — the parts are rejecting one another!