Chapter 966 — Once the Treasured Blade Is Drawn, Who Can Stand Against It?
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" Shen Mu said, "These few are disciples of Heavenly Venerables, yet you cringe and fawn before them, and when you are insulted you dare not let out so much as a breath. Such a one, who bullies the weak and fears the strong, is unworthy of my sword. And you call yourself a divine blade? " Luo Wushuang's eyelids lifted; blade-light flickered in his eyes, held back and unspent. Shen Mu went on, "The Blade God I met was wild and heroic, fearing no power, with no terror in his heart, daring to draw his blade against Heaven, never shrinking because his foe was too strong, never lording it because his foe was too weak.
Before the mighty he dared strike his blade and drink blood, taking the emperor's head. Before the weak he gladly humbled himself, hiding in the marketplace as a butcher of pigs and a slaughterer of fowl. That is a Blade God.
And you. .
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" He sneered, "You are nothing but a bladesmith who has hammered his blade art square and proper, not even the equal of Zhe Huali. You say you have slain the god within your heart; I say there are no telling how many gods still pressing down upon it.
" Luo Wushuang's hair bristled with fury; his momentum erupted in an instant, like a treasured blade that split the sky in a breath and clove it in two!
"Sovereign Tyrant Body, you dare belittle me! " Luo Wushuang's rage was beyond containing.
His vital essence, mixed with blood and qi, rushed to the heavens and became a blood-colored blade-light, a great blade ten thousand zhang long, then, as the blood and qi condensed, shorter and shorter! Though the blade shrank, its power only grew! "Tyrant Body Shen, the blade art you saw before was my blade art after I became a god. The blade art you saw on the ship is what I have comprehended in these years. " Luo Wushuang's gaze was cold; his blood and qi condensed to the utmost and became a long blade that his single arm caught up into his hand, killing intent surging and churning.
Grimly he said, "The man on the ship and the man before you now are no longer the same, and the blade art on the ship and the blade art now are no longer the same! I want you to see the blade art of who I am now! " The three disciples of Heavenly Venerables exchanged glances and smiled.
The woman laughed softly, "If Divine Blade Luo makes his move, we may save ourselves some trouble. This Heavenly Venerable Mu is no weakling, after all, and the crime of slaying a Heavenly Venerable is no small matter either.
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" The young man looked at the ferocious-faced Daoist not far off and frowned slightly, saying in a low voice, "Who is this Daoist?
Why is he here? " The three studied the evil Daoist's features; they felt they had seen him somewhere, yet could not recall where.
Luo Wushuang's momentum bloomed fully; the might of the divine blade erupted: "Pray instruct me! " Blade-light rose, blood-color flooding the sky.
One of the three disciples had not yet reacted when Luo Wushuang's divine blade came without warning and cut him down!
The other two, shocked and furious, roared in unison and charged at him, raging, "Luo Wushuang, are you turning rebel? " Luo Wushuang paid no heed; he unleashed his blade art, his blade way. His blade art was square and exact, disciplined and proper, every cut striving for precision; every force contained within the blade, every angle of every strike, every technique, was as if measured out by the finest of craftsmen.
Yet in this moment, within that very squareness, his blade art harbored an untrammeled heroism, possessed the spirit to slay Heaven with a single blade. If the sword is the gentleman, then his blade is the king.
He had leapt free of the shackles of his former blade art, slain the god within his heart, trampled down all fear, leaving only pure Dao!