Chapter 677 — The Underworld's Register of Life and Death
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Yet the three sword moves had been unleashed simultaneously in the flash of a spark, and no one had seen Lou Qianzhong's head fall from the air. But Lou Qianzhong's head had vanished nonetheless.
"The demon-god within the Gate of Heaven's Inheritance was in fact your true body, not a true demon-god at all; it merely looked formidable. " Shen Mu took out a bottle of dragon saliva and poured it over the wound on his chest.
Addressing the head in his hand calmly, he said: "You hid within Youdu and attacked me from there, so to the people of Taihuang Heaven you were a black shadow whose true body could not be struck. That is why Xu Shenghua was defeated by you; he did not understand Huangxu deeply, nor did he know much of Youdu's spells and divine abilities.
Your strength is inferior even to Qi Jiuyi's; you merely relied on the peculiar marvels of Youdu's divine abilities.
But against me, someone born in Youdu and raised in Huangxu, I can make you die in far more creative ways.
" This head was that demon-god's skull, yet at this moment it began to change; the hideous bone spurs retracted into the flesh, and the disheveled hair gradually smoothed.
His features reverted to Lou Qianzhong's appearance, his eyes still wide and round, still fixed on Shen Mu, as if he could still hear his words.
Shen Mu tossed Lou Qianzhong's head away, casting it down, and Lou Qianzhong's headless corpse likewise plummeted from the air. "But I was in a hurry, so I chose the simplest method. " Shen Mu said calmly: "What seemed like an attack on you in the darkness was in fact an attack on your true body that had already entered Youdu. With the first sword I severed your heart meridian and shattered your qi and blood; with the second sword I had already cut off your head; the third sword merely blocked your attack.
Still, your abilities are truly extraordinary; you had the power to wound me.
" Qi Jiuyi was not far away. Seeing Shen Mu wounded, he had been about to strike, but hearing these words he paused slightly and revealed a faint smile: "He still values me highly; he knows I am stronger than Senior Brother Lou Qianzhong!
" He did not take the opportunity to attack Shen Mu. With his strength, he was capable of keeping the wounded Shen Mu from escaping, yet he did not make a move. Lou Qianzhong and he were fellow disciples; he had originally cultivated under the Southern Heaven Crimson Emperor Qi Xiayu, and later went to Youdu to take the Black Emperor as his master. But he had spent relatively little time in Youdu, and his bonds with his fellow disciples there were not deep. Shen Mu suppressed his injuries, dispelled the three heads and six arms, pressed a willow leaf to his brow, and headed straight for the Bridge of Spiritual Energy Transmigration. The others around him did not follow, but stood in place, each lost in thought. "So that's it.
There really were only three swords. " Daoist Master Lin Xuan said, as if his soul had left him: "It was just that these three swords were so astonishingly divine that they appeared to be five.
When did Sect Master Shen's swordsmanship reach such a height. .
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" The other young people shared the same thought.
Shen Mu's three swords appeared utterly simple, yet they had gone from complexity to simplicity; these simple three swords left an endless reverberation of shock. Very few could actually perceive the subtlety of how three swords became five. Yet the more one could perceive that subtlety, the more deeply shaken one felt. At this moment Zhe Huali finally arrived, his steps still incomparably steady, each stride exactly the same length.
"It's over? " Zhe Huali looked around and saw that everyone was standing here, while Shen Mu and Lou Qianzhong were nowhere to be seen.
He hurriedly asked Qi Jiuyi: "Brother Qi, who won?