Chapter 933 — The Sword Falls, the Immortal Bridge Breaks
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Before the Winding Corridor Pavilion, out of the Dragon Qilin's ear crawled Little Tubo, who glared wide-eyed at Shen Mu and cried, "Ha—! " Before the Dragon Qilin could speak, Yan'er's gaze fell on the little creature, and, delighted, she stuffed a spirit elixir into its grasp.
Little Tubo clutched the elixir with difficulty and asked Yan'er solemnly, "Ha?
" "Yes, exactly like you.
" Yan'er laughed. "Dragon Fatty, you brought this little fellow out with you?
" The Dragon Qilin nodded and said softly, "I don't know when it crawled onto me. It looked so pitiful that I kept it by my side.
If this little thing went off on its own, it would starve to death by the next day. " As they spoke, upon the Jade Sea, the Tubo that Shen Mu had become and the Heaven's Lord that Yun Jianli had become finally collided.
Heaven's Lord and Tubo had never crossed blows; no one knew which of these two leaders of the ancient gods was the stronger and which the weaker, and this was likely what many wished to know. This time, Shen Mu had taken the form of Tubo and Yun Jianli the form of Heaven's Lord; it was not truly Tubo against Heaven's Lord, and yet it was still enough to set the blood racing.
Terrible waves of force swept in every direction, and the crowd standing before the Winding Corridor Pavilion was struck by them at once.
The first was a ripple in space itself; space twisted, and the power of the two men's divine abilities was carried over in the form of those ripples. Islands and peaks were stretched—some grew more than ten times in length, while others suddenly shrank to mere nubs.
Seeing this, Yan'er spread her wings at once to shield the Winding Corridor Pavilion and protect the others. The second wave was the surge of the Jade Sea.
Waves that blotted out the sky nearly turned the Jade Sea bottom-up; the great flood drowned everything, and even the divine turtles that had been flying in the air a moment before lost their footing, flailing their limbs helplessly in the air with islands and spirit mountains on their backs.
The great golden lotuses in the sea swayed uncertainly under the impact, giving off sheet upon sheet of golden light that blocked the force—they were not destroyed.
The third wave was a hurricane, its force surpassing sound by I know not how many times, sweeping up everything, its howl utterly terrifying.
Such power was beyond the grasp of many deities, and now it was being unleashed by two men who looked sickly and frail—truly a stunning sight! Only when the wind died and the waves stilled did Yan'er fold her wings. Qi Jiuyi, the Dragon Qilin and the others looked over and saw Shen Mu and Yun Jianli standing upon the surface of the sea, no longer fighting.
Admiration rose unbidden in Qi Jiuyi's heart: "Yun Jianli is beyond question the foremost of the younger generation; he is worthy of being Heavenly Venerable Yun's descendant. Sect Master Shen is remarkable too, to fight him to a draw. If Sect Master Shen can survive, in time he may well make good on the name of Heavenly Venerable.
" The Dragon Qilin laughed. "Third Brother, you still don't understand the Sect Master.
He is a modest man; he always leaves a way out in all he does. " Qi Jiuyi was briefly taken aback, then laughed. "Modest?
When has Sect Master Shen ever been modest? Second Brother, don't joke.
" "The Sect Master has always been modest—only, his modesty is the sort that makes you want to punch him.
" The Dragon Qilin said, "Look. From first to last in this fight with Yun Jianli, he has not used his primordial spirit, nor his swordsmanship, which is what he does best. " Qi Jiuyi shook his head, unimpressed.
"Where would Sect Master Shen even get a primordial spirit? He hasn't even a soul left, so of course he cannot use one.
And his swordsmanship—in a battle of this level, where even the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao of Youdu are being brought out, what use is swordsmanship?