Chapter 747 — Clash of the Youth and the Sovereign
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Shen Mu pulled his hand free of Ling Tianzun's and said mildly: "Sister, step back a few paces. And you, what do you want me to do?
" His second sentence was spoken to Kaihuang.
Kaihuang stood motionless, staring fixedly at him, and said mildly: "Raise too great a stir, and what changes will come in the future, you do not know, and neither do I. " "Looking ahead and looking behind, that is you.
" Shen Mu too stood there motionless, and said with half a smile: "I am not like you; I do not carry your burdens.
Whoever strikes me, I strike back, of course I do! " Fire Tianzun came charging to kill, and suddenly behind Shen Mu a twelve-zhang primordial spirit appeared, standing at his back with three heads and six arms, forcing Fire Tianzun back. Behind Kaihuang too a twelve-zhang primordial spirit floated up, blocking the attack of Shen Mu's primordial spirit; unable to hold down his rage, he laughed aloud: "I knew long ago that you found me an eyesore, needling me openly and in secret all along.
Since that is so, then let us have it out! " The rage in Shen Mu's heart toward Kaihuang could no longer be held in; his aura burst out all at once, and in the sky a mad tide of blood essence broke forth, lashing up wind and cloud!
His twelve-zhang primordial spirit, three heads and six arms, stood amid that mad tide of blood essence, and its three faces loosed a roar like thunder: "Have it out, then! You think I fear you?
Come on, then —" All around, countless ancient divine art practitioners gaped, heads tilted back, staring blankly at the marvel in the sky, unable to collect themselves.
Powerful.
Far too powerful.
In this age, never had such a powerful divine art practitioner been seen! Fire Tianzun charged again, and suddenly saw Shen Mu's primordial spirit in the sky, godlike and demonic, standing amid the torrent of blood essence, and his face went pale: "Impossible.
There can be no divine art practitioner so powerful.
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" Kaihuang's wrath passed all bearing; his aura too burst out, and he cried sharply: "You have thrown all caution to the winds! I will not indulge your reckless conduct!
" Boom — his blood essence pierced the long sky; his primordial spirit leaped and trod upon the blood essence, and the overbearing majesty of the sovereign who opened an age was laid bare for all to see! The two men's primordial spirits and blood essence stood in equal contention, their surging auras pressing down upon the whole Yaochi Gathering, astonishing every divine art practitioner in that gathering, high and low, so that they could only stare blankly at that soul-stirring scene in midair!
Yu Tianzun and several other Tianzuns were deliberating in the Golden Hall of Yaochi; now they too were startled, and came out of the Golden Hall one after another and looked up, and every one of them stared, eyes fixed.
Such mighty primordial spirits, such overbearing blood essence — they gave a sense at once magnificent and savagely bitter!
Ling Tianzun too was gazing up, greatly shaken, and said softly: "So powerful — how on earth did they cultivate this. .
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" Behind her came Old Ox's doleful voice, stamping his feet: "What is to be done, what is to be done! These two are both bull-tempered — no, donkey-tempered!
An ox's temper is excellent! Once they start fighting, it is all over. .
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" Ling Tianzun asked, puzzled: "You came here together.
Are you not friends?
" Niu Santou sighed and groaned, shaking his head: "They both wish to be friends, but both are proud and lofty, and neither is willing to lower his face and bow his head.
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" The sky shook with a thunderous roar; the divine arts of Shen Mu's primordial spirit and Kaihuang's burst out all at once, and in a single instant that resplendent power raised a hurricane in the heavens, blowing to the four quarters; the clouds above were swept clean away by the shudder of space, vanishing without a trace! For the first time, the sky turned so deep a blue.