Chapter 675 — The Tempered Physique Stirs Up Storms
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Lou Qianzhong fended off four moves with the divine abilities he had learned in these few days, unable to gain the upper hand. Frowning slightly, he abruptly altered his divine abilities—they turned incomparably bizarre—and struck out with his palm again and again.
At his first palm strike, Wang Muran's primordial spirit was actually knocked out of his body—and then forcibly dragged back in by Wang Muran himself.
At his second palm, Wang Muran's primordial spirit was shaken out of his body once more, each time farther than the last!
Lou Qianzhong swept out a hand, and behind Wang Muran a dark, sunken rift suddenly split open. His primordial spirit was about to tumble into the rift when Wang Muran roared, his body flying backward at speed, and crashed squarely into his own primordial spirit. Flesh and spirit merged into one, and he vaulted backward into the air, just barely evading the rift and landing beside True God Pang Yu, his face a mask of shock and uncertainty.
Lou Qianzhong did not press the attack. He praised him: "Not bad at all. You are the first to force me to use my true cultivation arts and divine abilities."
Wang Muran steadied his racing heart and said to Xu Shenghua, "Five moves! Your turn!"
Xu Shenghua's gaze flickered. He stepped out from the crowd and walked toward Lou Qianzhong. "If I go up, it may take only one move or two—either I lose, or I win."
His footsteps suddenly became extremely heavy and solid. With each step he set down, the earth beneath him quaked unceasingly and lotus blossoms welled up one after another, slowly opening, their stamens trembling faintly and bursting forth with all manner of runes.
He walked on; the lotuses were left behind him, and the more steps he took, the more lotuses there were in his wake.
After a dozen or so steps, the space behind him had become a world of lotuses. The various runes bursting from the stamens arranged and combined with one another; the runes formed a void, and within the void was a world of floral fragrance.
Lou Qianzhong's expression turned grave. Xu Shenghua's divine abilities had already become a system; the void world behind him concealed divine abilities, and those divine abilities evolved without cease, so that Lou Qianzhong could not tell what move of divine ability Xu Shenghua meant to employ.
For the void world was constructed from the most fundamental runes, and different sequences of fundamental runes formed different divine abilities. To discern from his void world what divine ability he was employing was all but impossible!
"A great divine ability, right from the first!"
Dao Master Lin Xuan's face showed astonishment. He said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Xu's attainment in divine abilities already far surpasses ours!"
Wang Muran snorted. "If I had fused and mastered Little Yujing's arts, I would not be inferior to him."
Dao Master Lin Xuan could not help saying, "Perhaps you should go consult Cult Master Shen. Behind his back people call Cult Master Shen the King of Rags—his cultivation arts are all mended, patched, and stitched: patch and cultivate for three years, mend and cultivate for three years, stitch again and cultivate three more years. I hear he has built a model of the human body's cultivation arts; it ought to suit your taste quite well."
Just then Xu Shenghua's divine ability erupted. In that single instant the divine ability was so resplendent and bewitching; the void world behind him surged forward, lotuses swaying, runes changing with incredible speed!
Lou Qianzhong took one step back, and behind him suddenly appeared a vast, profound darkness, as though a desolate ruin had come into black night, howling as it engulfed him.
Xu Shenghua was startled. Wherever the darkness shrouded, he could no longer find any trace of Lou Qianzhong.