Chapter 959 — The Great Beauty of the Sword Dao
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
Yet clearly the Heavenly Court, in order to be rid of the Heavenly Duke, had developed all manner of divine arts aimed specifically at the heavenly dao! "The Heavenly Court cannot have completely broken the Forty-Nine Heavenly Daos, or the Heavenly Duke would be dead already.
But that day cannot be far off," he thought to himself. An Qingyu charged alone to the mountain summit, ten thousand zhang of blue light behind him as countless feather swords flew back and joined into a single blue wing.
He said with a smile: "Heavenly Venerable Mu, I have already said that heavenly dao divine arts are not rare in the Heavenly Court! " His two wings thrust forward, one before the other. Having cultivated four kinds of imperial throne techniques, his power was immeasurably deep, unexpectedly strong, and the two wings sliced space itself into a thousand and a hundred pieces.
At the same time, his primordial spirit stood within the central heavenly palace, sleeves fluttering, embracing a blazing sun; a shaft of pure light shot from the sun, aimed straight at Shen Mu! And in each of the other three heavenly palaces, a phantom of his primordial spirit appeared, each marshalling the power of its palace and unleashing divine arts, forming three giants — one a heavenly maiden of ravishing beauty, one an ancient god of primeval countenance, one a demon king of ferocious aspect — all attacking Shen Mu at once!
This was the first time Shen Mu had encountered a strong man who cultivated several imperial throne techniques at once and had reached the divine realm; with heavenly dao divine arts alone it was already hard to contend with him, so he resolutely grasped his sword pellet.
The sword pellet burst, and sword light danced across the heavens.
A ceaseless clang of collisions rang out; in the blink of an eye the two figures vanished from the mountain summit, blasted backwards by each other's power!
In an instant the two had each been driven back dozens of li, and with a crack, a fissure appeared at the summit of that mighty mountain. Luo Wushuang stood on the mountain peak, the core of the Primordial Wood lodged in his brow and silver needles all over his body, not daring to make the slightest movement.
The silver needles were one thing — at worst, when he circulated his power he could snap them, leaving the broken needles in his spirit treasury — but the core of the Primordial Wood in his brow could not be snapped.
If he circulated his power, his heavenly palace and his brains along with it would likely be churned into paste!
"Shen the Overlord Body is probably no match for this man; the gap in their realms is too great. .
. " He had barely thought this when the divine arts of the two men, dozens of li away, had already reached the mountain summit; in the very instant they were blasted backwards, each had unleashed hundreds of divine arts!
An Qingyu's techniques and divine arts were more numerous still; in his four heavenly palaces his primordial spirits wielded all manner of imperial throne techniques, every kind of divine art plucked at will, each move and each stance of tremendous power, and a thousand divine arts came crashing in with a might that could only be called terrifying. Shen Mu, by contrast, had only his sword arts. Flying swords came howling from dozens of li away, and the sword art each sword displayed was different from the next; his swords could even execute the most intricate sword arts — a single flying sword gave the slightest quiver, and the most dazzling sword light burst forth, unfolding into vast rivers and mountains!