Chapter 830 — Elegy of the Imperial Scion
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Zhe Huali crawled out from under the collapsed hall, leaning on his demon blade and gasping, froth of blood flying from the corners of his mouth, his body swaying, ready to fall at any moment. He wanted to fight on, but his wounds were too grave; he had no strength left to fight.
Prince Qiuming walked on, looked at the struggling Zhe Huali, and showed a trace of a smile.
"The true Emperor Throne arts let you comprehend the Dao in the very course of cultivation, without meaning to; let you grasp the divine power of entering the Dao without meaning to. Even if my comprehension is lacking, the Heavenly Masters of my Court will take the initiative to create an environment that brings me into the Dao, and lead me into it. " He said unhurriedly, "You struggle through a thousand hardships, fight to the death, to reach this one step — never knowing how laughable it seems in my eyes that so many of you should die for the trifle of entering the Dao. You said it rightly: this is only natural! " He suddenly halted and looked at Shen Mu, who had risen to his feet.
The pillar before Shen Mu had been smashed to powder in that last exchange, and the verses Heavenly Venerable Ling had left were no longer before him. His face showed some displeasure. "Shen the Overlord Body is the same.
" Prince Qiuming smiled.
"However high you may rise in the lower realm, however they call you Sect Master, call you the Overlord Body, in the eyes of the Heavenly Court you are forever hogs wallowing in the mud, little fish and rotten shrimp struggling to live in a shallow pond. " There was a certain pity in his gaze.
"To the Heavenly Court, the so-called Overlord Body of the lower realm, the so-called sage who appears once in five hundred years, the so-called Jingping Reforms — all of it is a joke.
You are grasshoppers hopping about in a jar, to be pinched dead at any moment. The truth wounds, I know, but the truth is what it is. " Shen Mu opened his palm, and the sword pellet flew out, spinning nimbly beneath his palm as he stepped forward.
Prince Qiuming came to meet him and smiled. "Shen the Overlord Body, my purpose in descending to the lower realm was to crush you grasshoppers. Now it happens I can dispose of you first. " Shen Mu pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, formed the sword seal, and raised his hand to touch his brow.
The sword pellet flew up with a hum and floated three inches before his brow, spinning madly.
Prince Qiuming smiled. Countless silver needles flew in, and with a ding-ding-ding they gathered in his hand and became a precious sword.
Shen Mu moved faster and faster, then suddenly thrust his sword-fingers forward! Hum — a brilliant sword pillar more than ten li long!
Shen Mu's body shook, and he manifested three heads and six arms; his other two right hands rose in turn and touched his brow.
Hum, hum — the second and third sword pillars came one after another!
Prince Qiuming roared, and likewise manifested three heads and six arms.
The brow of each of his three heads split open, revealing a third eye.
His momentum was stronger than before, his divine power fiercer than before!
In a single instant he unleashed the great divine powers of three Emperor Throne arts, three divine powers each unlike the others, their might erupting as he took these three strikes of the Kalpa-Opening Sword head-on.
Suddenly, the countless flying swords in the sword-light halted, leaped, and moved along strange, unfathomable trajectories within the sight of his nine eyes, so that his divine powers struck empty air one after another.
The second stance of the Kalpa Sword: Lifting the Kalpa. Chih-chih-chih — the sound of flesh being pierced came again and again. Prince Qiuming's body was bristling with flying swords, and shock showed in his eyes.