Chapter 599 — Nine Phoenixes Alight on Cangwu
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
"Zhe Huali, in your duel with Young Master Qi, you must be careful.
" Vajra did not try to stop him.
"You have now finished your training," he said.
"There is nothing left that I can teach you. The same is true of your other master, Luo Wushuang. From now on you must cultivate and comprehend on your own.
This battle with Young Master Qi is your heart's wish. I will not hold you back. Go. " As a Demon Lord of the demon race, he possessed a rare magnanimity. Though they stood on opposing sides, Vajra's bearing compelled admiration. Zhe Huali thanked him and turned his gaze upon Qi Jiuyi.
In his eyes, blade lights seemed to crisscross and clash.
His blade art had only just taken shape; he urgently needed a battle to prove his strength!
"Vajra, this disciple of yours is no match for Young Master Qi," Lu Li said in a low voice.
"You have no idea how terrifying his lineage is! His master traces back to an ancient giant of the Heavenly Court, a being from remotest antiquity!
The Desolate Wastes were created by that being! " The face on Vajra's left side spoke calmly: "And what of it? From antiquity to this day, the arts of the Dao and divine powers have changed so many times; what is ancient is not necessarily strong.
You make a myth of the Heavenly Court. Zhe Huali is not of the demon race, but he has inherited my spirit.
The stronger the foe, the stronger he becomes; the more he fights, the braver.
And his comprehension is exceptional—the Blade God's single stroke that slew Lord Yangxing was enough to grant him enlightenment. Who else has such terrifying comprehension? In this battle, Zhe Huali may not lose! " Lu Li gave a cold snort and said no more.
Zheng— Blade light flared; Zhe Huali struck! His very first move was Luo Wushuang's blade art.
The blade light split and multiplied; the demon blade in his hand thrilled to life, its demon eye opening wide, locking hard onto Qi Jiuyi. The blade light divided, its numbers doubling! Qi Jiuyi stood rooted, unmoving—then suddenly firelight whirled at his back, like the wings and plumes of a phoenix, sweeping out to meet the blade light.
Wings and feathers tumbled and beat; the gorgeous plumage met the demon blade and was not severed. In a single instant, Zhe Huali's splitting blade art divided into tens of thousands of blade lights—yet against the phoenix feathers it could never break through. One after another, fiery pinions burst through the blade light and flew straight at Zhe Huali.
Zhe Huali's figure abruptly vanished; the next moment it flickered in and out of being. With each stride he took, his form paused a beat, and the demon blade in his hand came crashing down. He unleashed every basic form of the blade art—now like a blazing sun bursting forth, now like a demon god cleaving a mountain, now like lotus flowers and leaves over a pond—a ceaseless parade of strange manifestations, blade light filling the sky as it slashed toward Qi Jiuyi. His speed was immense.
The flesh of a young True God let his speed leave trail after trail of afterimages—a speed in no way inferior to Shen Mu's now. Such speed, such a powerful physique, spread his afterimages almost everywhere within a hundred mu around Qi Jiuyi.
Across that whole expanse, it was as though hundreds of Zhe Hualis appeared at once, all swinging their blades at Qi Jiuyi! Nor was that all—the sky too was filled with Zhe Huali's figure: now lying sideways, now flat on his back, now standing aslant, now head down and feet up, striking from every bizarre, vicious angle!
Qi Jiuyi still stood there, his body motionless, yet it was as though he could see all heaven and earth, all four directions. Around him the phoenix feathers bloomed outward as if swelling; more and more feathers and plumes appeared, gradually filling a space several zhang wide—and within that space Zhe Huali's demon blade could not break through at all.
The plumes, meanwhile, chased Zhe Huali.