Chapter 836 — The Moon Mirrors the River's Heart as the Rusted Banner Flies
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The great banner slowly sank into the river, was swept away by the current, and vanished without a trace.
The river surface was utterly still. No one spoke. The air was oppressive beyond bearing.
The Village Chief, the First Ancestor, and the rest had not yet come to their senses—nor had the two visitors from the Heavenly Court.
"A single move..."
Zhe Huali sighed. He had long known it would end this way, and was in fact the calmest of them all. He thought, "Only one move. Aboard the ship, he used four or five..."
Luo Wushuang looked at him and said in a low voice, "Zhe Huali, you knew all along. Why did you not speak?"
Zhe Huali did not answer.
"You killed the Prince..."
Suddenly the two visitors from the Heavenly Court said in trembling voices, "You killed Prince Qiuming!"
Shen Mu said politely, "Seniors, if I did not kill him, was I to bare my neck for the blade? And there is no need for the two of you to seek him in Youdu or Mingdu—you will not find him. When I strike, I always pull up the roots. Prince Qiuming's soul has already scattered."
The two divinities from the Heavenly Court suddenly shrieked in unison, their divine might erupting as they lunged at Shen Mu together.
The First Ancestor Human Sovereign and the Divine Son Chiming sprang up at the same moment, blocking the two, one to each side.
Luo Wushuang's eyes flickered; a soft sound came from the scabbard at his back, and the divine saber was about to leave its sheath. Just then Shen Mu abruptly undid the willow leaf at his brow and roared, "Brother, time to kill!"
An incomparably terrifying aura burst from within him. Luo Wushuang was shaken to the core; the divine saber snapped back into its sheath with a crack, and the little boat beneath his feet swung sharply about and went howling away along the river.
Zhe Huali suddenly leaped from the boat. Luo Wushuang, heedless of his own escape, at once halted the boat and shouted, "Zhe Huali, get on, quickly!"
"Master Luo!"
Zhe Huali knelt upon the river and bowed. "After today, Master Luo no longer has this disciple. Here I kowtow in thanks for your teaching! When next we meet, I fear the divine saber must turn against you."
Luo Wushuang was stunned for a moment. Then he abruptly drew the divine saber, cut off his sleeve, and flung it into the river, and the little boat sped away.