Chapter 427 — The Buddha's Bone Relic
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The light of the ninth move of the Sword Diagram kindled at that very moment; Star Lord Qiao and another god were being drowned by the Sword Diagram. And at Xizhou's foot, two of the three-headed god's heads were mauling the Lame Elder and the Alchemist, battering them high into the air; from the Alchemist's body a Heaven Silkworm flew out and, spending all its strength, spat silk to wrap the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping round and save him from being killed. Boom — Xizhou rocked violently.
The three-headed god drew back his two heads and landed upon the ship, charging toward Yan Jingjing at the center of the four divine pillars. The Chief of the Sun-Herding Clan and the others went pale and rushed to block him, and countless Sun-Herders were smashed to powder by that god — and still he could not be stopped.
Xizhou's appearance had struck the battlefield like a thunderbolt; if Yan Jingjing were left free to attack the other gods, the gods of Heaven Above would likely be annihilated to the last. Yan Jingjing commanded this ancient divine artifact, Xizhou, whose power was the utmost of yang and the utmost of hardness, a threat to every living being.
Yet it was precisely because she commanded Xizhou that she could not move freely, and so she herself stood in the gravest danger: should anyone come close to her, it would go very badly for her indeed. When Xizhou appeared, this three-headed god had been nearby, hunting down the Lame Elder and the Alchemist; he was closest to Xizhou, and no one had imagined he would simply kill his way onto the ship.
The Chief of the Sun-Herding Clan held up the Sun Bell and met hard with hard, but he could not hold the god back and was driven step by step into retreat, until he had come to the very edge of the divine pillars.
Of a sudden the three-headed god loosed two of his heads again; they swung past the Chief of the Sun-Herding Clan and hurtled in among the pillars, one to the left and one to the right, spewing great water and great fire at Yan Jingjing. Yan Jingjing spat blood. She stretched out both hands to block, and at once the power of the sun fell off sharply.
On another field, the might of the ninth move of the Sword Diagram bloomed to the full; dazzling sword-light illumined the world and blotted out the radiance of the sun — then the sword-light slowly dimmed.
On that battlefield, Star Lord Qiao stood unbroken, gazing coldly at the man opposite: his old rival, the Human Emperor of years gone by. "You have grown old.
" Mockery showed on Star Lord Qiao's face. Of a sudden a crack appeared between his brows.
"In your prime, the moment you used that move, I would certainly have died. But now your qi and blood are all but spent, and that move failed to take my life outright — it merely. .
.
" His body suddenly swayed, and blood ran from the corner of his mouth. He laughed, heh heh.
"You still cut off my vital force.
But I am not so poor myself — at least I am dragging you along with me.
" Beside him, the god who had fought shoulder to shoulder with him suddenly split into four, into five, into six, collapsing down in chunks of flesh and blood.