Chapter 525 — The First Human Emperor
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Behind him a bell tolled — dang — and a great Buddha appeared, humming, with fourteen heavens of gods and Buddhas encircling it, becoming fourteen halos of light.
"The arts of the Great Thunderpeal Temple — a petty path, no more. " The First Ancestor brushed it aside with a wave of his hand, struck Shen Mu in the chest with a punch, and said calmly, "With no more than that, you cannot protect the books, nor can you protect yourself. " Shen Mu was blasted away by the blow.
In midair his body became a black shadow that skimmed along the ground; the First Ancestor touched a toe to the earth and shook him out of the shadow, then made a sword of vital essence and thrust it at Shen Mu's brow.
"With such little skill, your future holds only one road: death! " The First Ancestor mocked him.
"You too are a failure. " Shen Mu was furious. He gathered his qi into a sword and pointed; their essence-swords clashed, the sword arts ringing, ding-ding-ding, in an unending burst of sound, and the volumes falling from the air were shredded by the sword aura.
Shen Mu's eyes were near to splitting with fury.
"Do not destroy the work of their lives!
" "Then come and stop me. " The First Ancestor chuckled, heh heh. "If you cannot beat me, then all you leave behind will be a heap of worthless trash!
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