Chapter 542 — The Heavenly Realm's Number One Jinx
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"If I win, he dies by my hand. If I lose, he will be gravely wounded too, and you may take your chance to strike—Licheng's ownership will not be delayed.
You need only watch. Otherwise, do not blame me for showing no mercy! " Chanyuan frowned slightly and took a step back. Huang Yue grew elated, his aura thickening further. "Zhe Huali, I ask for your instruction!
" "You are no match for me.
The so-called youthful True Gods of your Taihuang Heaven have been a joke in my eyes from first to last. " Zhe Huali's expression was indifferent as he regarded him calmly. "You do not understand what a True God means at all.
You think that once your fleshly body reaches the level of a youthful True God, you are destined to become one—little knowing how far short you fall. The making of a youthful True God has three parts: the body, the primordial spirit, and the Dao arts. You have but one. I am different. " The demon blade at his back quivered slightly, giving off a humming note.
"Before I descended to the lower realm, I had already attained two of the three, with only the Dao arts incomplete.
My descent this time, taking Vajra as my master, is my cultivation in the seeking of the Dao.
Huang Yue, you are steeped in Dao arts and divine powers and are about to attain the second. I admire that resolve of yours.
The two of you may as well come at me together—do not cast your lives away for nothing. " "Do not look down on me! My Dao arts and divine powers—no breaking, no building! The stronger the foe, the stronger I am! Army-Breaker Mountain!
" Huang Yue gave a long cry and sprinted forward with all his strength. The instant his foot moved, his attack was loosed; his boxing art became a divine power. In a heartbeat countless phantom fists appeared, piling up like a mountain, and the next moment they stacked into the likeness of the Army-Breaker Star. His fists were so heavy and solid that the wind of them compressed the air, and burst after burst of thunderous cracks rang through the sky, like ten thousand thunderbolts rolling. This strike displayed the astonishing attainment of Huang Yue's boxing-art divine power. In his battlefield encounter with Zhe Huali he had understood his own inadequacy; now, facing Zhe Huali again and pressed by a powerful foe, he had actually advanced another step, and his Army-Breaker Mountain divine power stood on the verge of perfection.
Behind Zhe Huali, the demon blade suddenly opened its eye. The eye spun, swelled, and turned the color of blood.
Zhe Huali reached back and drew the blade, slashing down to meet the Army-Breaker Mountain divine power. At once blade radiance erupted in the air; the radiance collided with the phantom fists of Army-Breaker Mountain and rebounded, and in an instant it seemed to become ten thousand blades of light forming a mountain of swords, cleaving Army-Breaker Mountain apart with exhilarating thoroughness. The ten thousand blades of light abruptly merged into one and arrived above Huang Yue's head.
Huang Yue brought his hands together and caught the blade light between them. Suddenly the demon blade split into two.
His expression shifted slightly; flesh and blood burgeoned beneath his armpits, and two arms grew out, catching the second falling blade of light. He caught the two demon blades, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the two became four. Huang Yue roared. The flesh beneath his armpits burst apart, and four more arms grew out, catching the falling blade light.
Then, in despair, he saw the four blades of light become eight and slash down at him.
Chi, chi, chi, chi. The other four blades of light fell. Huang Yue lowered his head and stared blankly at the blade light that vanished upon striking the ground. Four straight blood lines appeared on his face, growing longer and longer, larger and larger.
Zhe Huali shook the demon blade, drew it lightly from his hands, and slid it back behind him.