Chapter 803 — This Seat Could Not Care Less
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At the first word he was still a hundred zhang from Yan Qiling; by the fourth he had already come before her. His speed was indeed far inferior to what it had been; despite possessing the Art of Creation of the Crimson and Bright Emperors, his injuries were still grave beyond measure.
The damage her Great Divine Ability of Dao One had inflicted was too heavy; it had wounded his divine treasury!
Not only that, he could feel the very functions of his body constrained. It was the sheer depletion. Though he possessed the mightiest Art of Creation of the Crimson Bright Era, his cultivation could not keep pace, and there was nothing to be done. Yet Yan Qiling's injuries were grave as well.
Shen Mu had executed Sword Form One through Sword Form Nineteen; the harm the Tijie Sword had done her was the worst of her life.
Shen Mu's fist came smashing toward her, battered and torn, not a scrap of sound flesh upon it, the white bones of his fingers showing through. "Do you think I give a damn?
" His voice rolled like thunder, crashing and booming.
Yan Qiling raised a hand; yuan-magnetic runes burst forth, and geomagnetic yuan force at once took hold of Shen Mu.
She could wield little cultivation now; trading blows head-on with Shen Mu was folly, and the yuan-magnetic divine ability was her best choice. The yuan-magnetic divine ability would make Shen Mu feel his body heavy as a mountain; every punch and kick would be hampered, his attacks would lack accuracy, and they might even be dragged down toward the ground.
But beyond all her expectations, Shen Mu's fist still came crashing in, seemingly untouched by the geomagnetic yuan force. "Dao Seven of Yuandu has no effect on him?
Of course—his physical strength is too great.
Even my Great Divine Ability of Dao One could not slap him to death just now!
" Startled, Yan Qiling raised a hand to block the blow, and in that instant Shen Mu's other five fists came hammering down like a raging storm.
She fought desperately to hold them off, but with Shen Mu's three heads and six arms she could not keep pace; struck by a hundred-odd blows, she was thrown tumbling backward, and in midair the wounds all over her body burst open, like a ball brimming with water turned into a net, leaking blood on every side.
Yan Qiling hurried to seal her wounds.
Suddenly Shen Mu crouched on both feet, sprang up, raised his six arms high with his hands clasped together, and appeared above her. "Dao Three of Youdu!
" Yan Qiling hastily forced out her divine ability.
A sheet of blackness spread open before her with a shh, and Shen Mu's figure sank into that blackness, so thin it had no thickness at all, and vanished; she had delivered him into Youdu. Before she could even breathe out her relief, Shen Mu's two feet emerged from beneath that darkness, and then his clasped fists hammered down upon her chest.
One blow, two blows, three blows!
She heard her ribs snapping one after another, and with a great boom a crater was smashed into the ground. "No—at this rate he will beat me to death! " Lying at the bottom of the crater, she gathered a breath of vital essence.
"I cannot keep suppressing my cultivation now; I must break through the Life-and-Death Divine Treasury to hold him off! " The wall of the Life-and-Death Divine Treasury shattered, and at once she felt a power that commanded life and death come surging in, flooding every part of her in an instant; wild mana surged and churned, sweeping away all her earlier weakness.
She had not yet returned to her peak, but with the mana of the Life-and-Death Divine Treasury, she no longer feared Shen Mu in the slightest.
Overjoyed, Yan Qiling looked up—and saw Shen Mu falling from midair, his body leveled with the ground, spinning madly, like a top on a string dropped from the sky! "What kind of move is this? " Yan Qiling steadied the wounds over her whole body, then suddenly understood.
"It is a sword form! The eighteenth form of the Basic Sword Technique!