Chapter 627 — The Venerable Brahma Heaven King Buddha
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
A cool breeze drifted through Mituo Temple, and the Buddhas at the summit gazed toward the distant cliff wall that had been blasted into being.
Dharma King Molun had meant to raise a hand to stop it, but the fight was already over. Shen Mu's hands had flipped again and again; the Yin-Yang Heaven-Overturning Hand moved so swiftly that Molun had barely made to intervene before Shen Mu had already stopped, and he could only lower his hand. The Buddha Ancestors of the other heavens showed astonishment, withdrew their gazes, and looked toward Shen Mu.
The Yin-Yang Heaven-Overturning Hand of the Three Ancestors, the Human Sovereign, was indeed a heaven-defying divine power; its burst of speed was so great that the eye could not follow it, leaving no time to react at all.
The hand-seal Shen Mu had just performed was truly faster than turning the pages of a book! Suddenly, the cliff several dozen li away collapsed, the cliff face split, and boulders fell, striking the ground only after a long while with dull, heavy booms.
Shen Mu's blows just now had been too fast and too fierce; what had once been a hilltop had been hammered by him into a cliff face.
Now the cliff was caving in because the rock had been beaten soft and crumbly by his Yin-Yang Heaven-Overturning Hand. Yet despite the collapse of the cliff, the Crown Prince of Moonlight did not appear. Monk Chenghuai was uneasy, and whispered into Shen Mu's ear: "Brother Shen, did you beat the man to death? " "Not dead.
" Shen Mu said in a low voice: "I held back.
I was afraid it would be hard to explain.
His cultivation is extremely strong — no weaker than the Great Venerable of the Loulan Golden Palace.
He is just not as quick-witted as the Great Venerable, so I used eighty percent of my strength and did not beat him to death, though most of his bones are broken. This Crown Prince of Moonlight really is strong; he made me dare not look down on the heroes of the world. " He showed a look of admiration. Monk Chenghuai's eyes went wide: "Eighty percent of your strength?
Dare not look down on the heroes of the world?
When Cult Master Shen is modest, he can infuriate a man to death without paying for the crime. It is lucky the Crown Prince of Moonlight is unconscious; otherwise he would be furious enough for his soul to scatter. " He did not know that Shen Mu was truly being modest, not putting on airs.
After all, Shen Mu was proud to the bone, convinced that he possessed a Tyrant Body. For an opponent to be able to match him, a Tyrant Body, he must have redoubled his efforts and spent no one knew how long in bitter cultivation to reach such a level. Such an opponent was naturally worthy of respect.
As for what others thought, he did not much care; in any case, that was what he thought.
Dharma King Molun beckoned, and the cliff several dozen li away burst open.
The Crown Prince of Moonlight, badly wounded and unconscious within the cliff, was borne slowly toward them on his Dharma power. As the Crown Prince of Moonlight landed, Dharma King Molun checked his injuries and his face darkened slightly: "Was Layman Shen not going to contest swordsmanship?
Why then did you use a hand-seal technique? There is something of a sneak attack in this. And to strike with such venom — is that the compassionate way of our Buddhist sect?
" Shen Mu looked at Chenghuai, and Monk Chenghuai hastily said: "When Brother Shen used the sword elixir just now, it was called the way of demons and heretics, so he did not dare to use the sword elixir and could only use the hand-seal. Buddha Ancestor, is this hand-seal also the way of demons and heretics? " Dharma King Molun did not answer.