Chapter 825 — An Old Hand of the Jianghu
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" The Village Head's hand still trembled on the divine sword; the blade hummed and quivered, and suddenly, with a crack, his divine sword burst apart and shattered into countless motes of dust! The Village Head opened his hand; the hilt too had become dust and slipped from his palm.
"An old hand of the jianghu — an old hand!
" The Village Head spat a mouthful of blood, his breath faint and listless; his body went limp and he slumped down, chuckling: "This Empress is truly an old hand of the jianghu! Shen'er, when you left the village I told you the jianghu was treacherous — do you see it now? " Shen Mu at once healed his wounds and said gravely: "Shen'er understands.
" The Dragon-Rearing Lord was utterly baffled and still had not caught on; he said hurriedly: "Is Her Majesty the Empress not dead? How is she alive?
And how is she an old hand of the jianghu?
" Shen Mu and the Village Head did not answer. On the Shenzi Continent, the Lord of Heaven, the Earth Count, the Crimson Emperor and the Great Brahma Heavenly King Buddha were all struck dumb, speechless for a long while.
The big-headed child Shen Fengqing suddenly pounced like a cat, smashed the Lava Earth Count to pieces, snatched the Life-Slaying Cauldron and ran. The chunks of lava recovered of themselves; the Earth Count's body was as before, yet he did not chase after to seize back the Life-Slaying Cauldron, but remained staring blankly.
"An old hand of the jianghu.
" He sighed: "Truly an old hand.
So the Empress is Jue Wuchen! "