Chapter 875 — Wicked Charm Overwhelming
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After a long while, one of the Northern Heavens' gods-and-demons — bull-headed, man-bodied — said in a low voice, "Is the Jingping Overlord Body a god? That old fox of Wentian Pavilion never said the Jingping Overlord Body had cultivated to the divine realm! If you are a god, then we shall naturally choose a powerhouse of the divine realm to step forth and challenge you!"
Shen Mu's aura erupted, his divine treasury opened, plain for all to see. He shook his head. "It has not been long since I opened my seventh divine treasury."
An invisible aura hung over Jiangling Academy like storm clouds pressing down upon a city; in that moment everyone felt they could scarcely draw breath.
It was as though a god were recklessly unfurling his aura — even at a distance of ten thousand li, a hundred thousand li, one would surely feel that dreadful, crushing might!
Fortunately Shen Mu did not go too far; after letting his aura bloom a little, he drew it back in.
The Village Head and the villagers had often taught him to keep a low profile; unless circumstances were exceptional, he would not display his full strength right off the bat.
"This time I have shown forty percent of my cultivation — that should still count as keeping a low profile."
Shen Mu swept a smiling glance around and thought to himself: "I have held two things back — I have not uncovered the willow leaf at my brow, nor revealed my demon-path divine treasury."
The gods and demons of the Northern Heavens all frowned, watching the phantom divine treasuries rise one after another behind Shen Mu, the corners of their eyes twitching.
This man was simply too strong — so strong he did not seem human, did not seem a divine-arts practitioner at all!
And this ferocity was not the ferocity of divine arts and dharma methods, but the sheer ferocity of raw dharma power.
His dharma power was a match for that of the Venerable Gods who ascend to the Heavenly Palace and stand before the Southern Heavenly Gate — perhaps even greater!
Such ferocious dharma power made one wonder whether, if he walked through the Southern Heavenly Gate, he might withstand its crushing weight and become a true god on the spot!
Of course, the stronger one's cultivation, the greater the pressure one must bear in entering the Southern Heavenly Gate; and so they suspected all the more that Shen Mu, stepping through that gate, would be crushed to powder on the instant!
More terrifying still, Shen Mu's divine treasuries were unlike any other's — they were joined into a single whole, with no divine-treasury barriers between them!
And his seventh divine treasury baffled all scrutiny — none could tell whether it was that towering giant tree of the Six Harmonies Continent, or the Heavenly River that flows out from the Heavenly Palace.
"What kind of freak is this?"
Several gods and demons exchanged glances and thought at once: "Can this be what an Overlord Body is?"
"The young experts the Northern Heavens sent this time are all hand-picked, outstanding talents — and yet before such a dreadful fellow they are no match at all!"
The Duke of Wei, however, understood Shen Mu well. When Shen Mu arrived at Jiangling Academy, he had suspended the Jin River in midair with a single display of dharma power, already revealing a peerless strength.
From what the Duke of Wei knew of Shen Mu, Shen Mu was not simply out to establish the prestige of his Overlord Body; he meant first to frighten off a portion of the challengers, being unwilling to cross swords with the unskilled.
Though Shen Mu always treated others with kindness, he was proud at heart; if a man's cultivation and skill were low, he had not even the interest to exchange blows with him.
"But by the look of it, the Cult Master does not mean to frighten off a portion of the challengers — he means to frighten off every last young expert of the Northern Heavens."