Chapter 665 — A Myriad Hearts as One
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
" "Is Jingping's envoy strong? Yes, strong! He can fight six of you at once!
But think — has he fought that way all along? From first to last, out of your ten thousand, only six could ever land a blow on him? " His voice stopped, giving them time to ponder.
Below, the defeated divine-power wielders of the Void Realm wore bewildered looks, and then someone said in a low voice: "It is true.
After he charged into the crowd, only six could land a blow on him. " More and more nodded, whispering among themselves.
Just now Shen Mu had defeated them, and with them had shattered their faith and confidence; the pride of an age had been beaten into nothing by Shen Mu, and a mindset had taken root in them that Shen Mu could not be defeated. And now, little by little, a thread of hope was rising in them. Shen Mu could only defeat six at once — he was not absolutely invincible!
The Divine Son Chiming's voice rose again, coldly: "Yet in the days of the Chiming Divine Dynasty, one warrior of the Chiming age could fight six foes of the Heavenly Court!
One against six — that is why we won such unmatched renown, that is why we were called gods of war!
And now you have been broken by a newly risen state. Where have you put your ancestors? Where have you put the name of the God of War? Would you hand it over with both hands? You make me feel ashamed — but you can turn shame into courage! " "In the battle just now, you were a heap of loose sand, trampling one another, crowding, chaotic, without order.
Fewer than six of you could land a blow on him at once. You were not defeated by Jingping's envoy — you were defeated by your own hands, by the hands of your own people! Shame! A monstrous humiliation!
" He cried out in a loud voice: "The shame of Chiming — what is to be done about it?
" He paused, then shouted sternly: "Fight it back! Only then can the shame be wiped away, only then can you hold your heads high! Today Jingping's envoy defeated you; in the future you will defeat him.
In the past the Heavenly Court defeated my Chiming; then in the future, we will break the Heavenly Court! " Below, countless divine-power wielders of the Void Realm had their hot blood stirred by his words. Many, enduring their agony, cried out — a babel of voices, very chaotic — but gradually all their voices merged into one, becoming a soul-stirring torrent, shouts that shook heaven and earth, deafening! The torrent formed by the overlapping cries of those tens of thousands was so stirring, so rousing, that Shen Mu and Ling Yuxiu both changed countenance.
Shen Mu turned and looked down. He saw the divine-power wielders of the Void Realm, their momentum linked as one, like a prairie fire, like the earth meeting spring, like a spreading flood.
"Many wills make a fortress — this is the spirit of many wills making a fortress, the spirit of the Chiming age, revived. .
. " Shen Mu murmured.
The voice of the First Ancestor, the Human Sovereign, came from behind him: "This is what a good leader can do. Emperor Yanfeng is such a man; the Divine Son is such a man. Neither the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping nor you are such men — you cannot speak words that stir the heart like that. Only such a leader can bind people's hearts together.
" Shen Mu nodded: "A true leader can turn bad things into good, can twist hearts into a single rope. I cannot do that yet.
" Ling Yuxiu said in a low voice: "With a few words, this Divine Son has turned your defeat of ten thousand into a defeat of six, and then said that even six could not bring their full strength to bear, pressing your strength down another notch. He is a deep schemer. " Shen Mu laughed: "What he said is not wrong, though.