Chapter 543 — Riding the Tiger
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
She arranged seven of her sword-pellets into her Seven Stars Sword Diagram—a sword diagram of the Taihuang Heaven. The divine ability practitioners of Taihuang Heaven were too lazy to cultivate the arts of calculation, so they adopted the simplest, most straightforward method: copying the sword diagrams left by their ancestors and refining treasures according to those diagrams, saving time that could be spent on cultivation.
The Seven Stars Sword Diagram was one of these.
The Seven Stars Sword Diagram was not complex; many practitioners rigidly copied the formation diagram, and its power was not great. But with the added might of seven sword-pellets, it became something formidable indeed.
In a life-or-death struggle, even being delayed a moment could decide life and death—let alone more.
Without hesitation, Sang Wan drew her bow and loosed—swish, swish, swish—countless arrow-lights shot into the sword diagram. Bi Yi parried left and right, desperately blocking the attacks, but the next moment Sang Wan's sword-pellets shrieked forth, the flying swords within linking into a single line. The first flying sword pierced her brow; the second followed close behind, passing through her brow in succession; several hundred sword-lights flew out from the back of her head.
Bi Yi's body went rigid, then was submerged by the countless flying swords bursting from the Seven Stars Sword Diagram.
"I won?"
Sang Wan was momentarily stunned, then her confidence surged. She gathered up the Seven Stars Sword Diagram and the sword-pellets, left the place where axe and spear crossed, and searched everywhere for her opponent.
Outside the sand-table world, the Venerable Deity Sang Ye was drenched in sweat. He was a deity, his eyes sharp and experienced, and he could naturally see that his daughter's victory over Bi Yi was mere luck.
After surviving the massacre of her clan, though Sang Wan had recently cultivated diligently and endured many life-and-death battles, charging at the front, she was still a notch below a battle-hardened demon expert like Bi Yi. In the tempering of life and death, she was far inferior.
Defeating Bi Yi was already a stroke of luck, but one could not rely on luck every time. If she encountered another demon expert, would his last remaining kin be buried before his very eyes?
Suddenly, the Venerable Deity Sang Ye started slightly and surveyed the entire sand-table world.
In the sand-table world, several more battles had concluded. The number of demon experts had plummeted, leaving only two: Zhe Huali, disciple of Furi Luo, and Jiang Yi, another disciple of the True Demon Sumo.
Among the young experts of Taihuang Heaven, four remained: Shen Mu, Yu He, Sang Wan, and Shu You. Others had either perished together with their opponents, or been slain by the two great experts Yu He and Shu You with overwhelming force.
Of course, more had been killed by that grain-threshing Shen Mu.
It was precisely because Shen Mu had killed three demon experts in succession that the practitioners of Taihuang Heaven held the numerical advantage.
Jiang Yi's strength was extremely high, but he had fought his opponent head-on and suffered severe injuries; his remaining combat power was not great. Perhaps this would be Sang Wan's chance to survive.
"However, Yu He and Shu You, those two great experts, are also injured…"
The Venerable Deity Sang Ye's heart clenched again as he watched his daughter head straight toward the blacksmith boy.
At the edge of the sand-table world, Zhe Huali carried his demon saber on his back like an ascetic, walking forward step by step. He employed no divine ability; his speed was not fast. His footsteps seemed measured precisely with a ruler—each step he took was exactly the same length, not a fraction longer or shorter.
This was the discipline of his saber technique.