Chapter 454 — The Eighteen Moves of the Supreme Art
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Every spike glittered with cold light; each was as thick as a bowl's rim, like steel bars set into the city wall, but tipped with sword-points of incomparable sharpness, and the surfaces of the spikes were covered in strange patterns. Clearly, every one of these spikes was a primal weapon!
To be bitten once was equivalent to dozens of primal weapons piercing one's flesh—dozens of bowl-sized bloody holes torn through the body.
Add to that the tremendous force unleashed by the city gates and walls opening and closing, and one would in all likelihood be reduced to a bloody pulp in an instant.
Shen Mu was still lost in thought, murmuring, "But the young lord of Zhentian Palace shouldn't have the strength to awaken Yun City's spirit, should he? His cultivation realm may be higher than mine, but at most he'd be at the Seven Stars realm…"
"Cult Master!" The dragon-qilin was dragged into Yun City's maw.
Shen Mu snapped out of his reverie. His sword pellet suddenly erupted; countless sword-lights danced with a *zheng zheng zheng*, eight thousand swords simultaneously unleashing the Cloud Sword Form—what a magnificent spectacle it was!
The swords were like clouds, spinning around each spike beneath the city walls, and in an instant the countless sharp teeth in Yun City's maw were severed.
The city gates and walls still bit down heavily. With that terrifying bite force alone, they could easily crush the two of them into mud.
Shen Mu reached out and grasped a sword. The Wuyou Sword was in his hand. Though he could not activate this divine sword's divine might, with the Wuyou Sword's sheer sharpness alone, he could cut through anything!
The Wuyou Sword blazed in his hand—a single point piercing through, linking vast movements; within the Two Modes, yin and yang cycled in reverse!
The first form of the Dao Sword erupted with power in his hand. Sword-light split into black and white; yin and yang intermingled, spinning around each other in the shape of the Taiji—and this was merely the outward appearance created by the sword art.
This move was in truth the sword art displaying the highest attainments in the art of numbers. Every point and every line composing the Taiji diagram had been calculated with incomparable precision; each sword-light's trajectory contained mathematical and numerological complexities of extraordinary intricacy—it was the Daoist school's exposition of the mysteries of the universe.
Yun City clenched its teeth with all its might—and then, a section of city wall vanished within the alternating black and white of the sword-light.
Shen Mu leaped into the air, raising the Wuyou Sword high with both hands, channeling his mana to recall the swords. Eight thousand swords came flying, striking the Wuyou Sword with a *zheng zheng zheng*. The child-swords merged into the mother-sword; eight thousand swords became one, and he immediately felt the blade in his hands grow incomparably heavy and solid.
This was the sword pellet's second form.
The sword pellet had two forms: one was the sphere, the other the merged child-and-mother swords.
The merged Wuyou Sword was so heavy and solid that he could no longer use mana to activate any of its divine might.
Shen Mu raised the sword high with both hands. At this moment, he could execute only one motion.
Chop!
Chop forward!
Before him—behind the dragon-qilin's rump—the advancing Yun City had already dragged them into the city. A great river was coiling around the dragon-qilin, trying to drag it toward the streets.
And on both sides of the streets stood ranks of house-giants, building-giants, and tower-giants, already prepared, each hoisting a house and ready to smash it down.
At the center of Yun City, magnificent palaces had risen to their feet—palaces built not of wood or stone, but forged from dark gold, dark iron, and dark copper, meticulously crafted.