Chapter 582 — I Was Originally a Zha
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"What a magnificent world!"
Wang Muran, Daoist Master Lin Xuan, and the others gazed about in every direction. The Taikang Heaven was truly splendid—vast altars scattered across the land sent black radiance streaming up to connect with the firmament, and two suns hung in the sky. They could not stop marveling, utterly unaware that those beams of black light were the phenomenon caused by the arrival of the Ancestor of the Demon Clans from Youdu.
"I heard that the sun here was once unbearable to look upon, so I never dared come," said Daoist Master Lin Xuan with a smile. "Now that Imperial Preceptor Jingping has recreated the sun, I finally dare set foot here."
They arrived outside Licheng, where soldiers came forward to interrogate them. Upon hearing they were divine power users from Jingping, the soldiers hastily said, "Demons have been appearing frequently of late, so we must enforce strict precautions. Forgive our offense."
Wang Muran looked around and saw troops drilling outside the city, war banners waving in the air, divine power users darting like wild boars through the massive battle formations. Every one of them possessed remarkable cultivation and formidable combat strength, and he could not help but itch for a challenge.
"Murran, calm yourself," said the Hermit of Qingyou Mountain. "The Taikang Heaven's lineage is complete, a notch above Jingping's. Though you have learned some inheritances from Fengdu, you are still slightly inferior to the divine power users of Taikang Heaven. If you wish to spar with someone, you must find a divine power user one realm below you."
Wang Muran was quite unconvinced. He shook his head and said, "Martial Uncle, among all of Jingping, apart from Sect Master Shen, I yield to no one of my own realm!"
Daoist Master Lin Xuan's brow twitched, and he coughed.
Wang Muran turned to look at him and said unhurriedly, "Does Daoist Master Lin have an objection?"
Daoist Master Lin Xuan smiled faintly. "Without fighting, how do you know you yield to no one of your realm?"
A hazy light gleamed in Wang Muran's eyes. "You have a point. Though you and I are both leaders of the Heaven Alliance, we have never tested ourselves against each other. After all, you are the Daoist Master of the Dao Sect, too lofty in station, while I am merely an apprentice of Xiaoyujing. But your lofty position means you rarely have the chance to act. I very much doubt whether you can still fight."
Daoist Master Lin Xuan said leisurely, "You have fought many people, but all of them were weaker than you. Sometimes, one bout with a strong opponent is worth a hundred bouts with mediocrity. What does Senior Brother Muran think?"
The two men's tempers gradually flared, and they were about to come to blows when suddenly a terrifying boom rang out. Everyone hurried to look, and saw two female generals clashing within the battle formation—none other than Princess Ling Yuxiu of Jingping and Holy Maiden Si Yunxiang of the Heavenly Saint Cult.
These two women belonged to different camps in the drilling battle formation, and the moment they met they fell into fierce combat. Ling Yuxiu stamped her foot heavily, sending earth flying, and instantly countless thunderbolts appeared in the sky. The thunderbolts formed a massive vortex, and one thunder azure dragon after another danced within it.
Boom—
The two women collided, lightning and thunder interweaving. Ling Yuxiu swung her hammer, and countless thunder azure dragons descended from the heavens. Her divine power erupted with a might that made the corners of Wang Muran's and Daoist Master Lin Xuan's eyes twitch.
Ling Yuxiu walked the path of merging combat techniques with Daoist arts, her Daoist divine powers hidden within her combat techniques. She tempered her body with thunder light, and her mana was incomparably profound. Every strike she unleashed carried a fearsome divine power.