Chapter 966 — Once the Treasured Blade Is Drawn, Who Can Stand Against It?
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His blade rose; blade-light formed layer upon layer of heavens, with stars shining, blue sky and white clouds, pouring rain, gentle sunshine, wind-rolled clouds, lightning splitting the sky, might beyond all measure. One layer of the great Dao for one layer of heaven.
He was the Heavenly Court's Blade God, the Heavenly Court's first divine blade; his blade rose vast as heaven, fell grim as a wall, fusing finest precision and grandest spirit into one! In the past he had investigated things to attain knowledge, seeking the ultimate mystery of the blade way. He was powerful then, yet never fearsome.
Now he had united knowledge and action, fusing his state of mind into it, melting all that his investigations had learned into his own blood, qi, and spirit.
Such a Luo Wushuang, though one-armed, was the most fearsome of all! The two disciples of Heavenly Venerables struggled to hold out beneath the firmament of his blade way.
Behind each of them hovered three heavenly palaces; what they cultivated was, astonishingly, the Lesser Heavenly Court's techniques.
Luo Wushuang's wounds were not yet healed; at most he could exert the cultivation of a True God. To the disciples of Heavenly Venerables, Luo Wushuang was a wild path, his cultivation techniques unorthodox, his divine arts unorthodox.
Blade art is a way of the acquired; what they cultivated was the innate way that came from the ancient gods.
Acquired and innate, the difference between mud and cloud. They cultivated Emperor's Throne techniques taught by Heavenly Venerables, three kinds of them no less, and by means of those techniques entered the Dao and comprehended the highest divine arts; surely they far surpassed an unranked wild path like Luo Wushuang.
Yet now, two against one, they struggled desperately, peril upon peril.
This battle came quickly and ended quickly. In the blade-light, blood-light flashed.
Luo Wushuang pushed his blade across with a backhand and cut the young True God in two at the waist. The woman panicked, soared into the air to flee; Luo Wushuang roared, his flying blade slashing out.
The woman's head fell to the ground, yet her body still ran on, until it flew out of this city of the Creators and only then crashed down into the dust. Luo Wushuang sheathed his blade; the long blade formed of blood and qi hissed back into his body. He turned and looked at Shen Mu, and the two beams of his gaze were like blade-edges pointed straight at him.
"Tyrant Body Shen, how is my blade art?
Am I worthy to challenge you?
" Shen Mu watched the change in his momentum, watched the change in his blade art, and could not help smiling with relief.
"It will do.
Divine Blade Luo, please, sit. " Luo Wushuang strode over, his clothes fluttering; as they fluttered, the air beneath was stirred by his momentum, as if ten thousand blade energies clashed and coursed there. He came before Shen Mu, his aura already calm, and sat down.
The evil Daoist not far off turned his head to look their way and praised, "One Hand, your blade art is passable. " Luo Wushuang's gaze went to him, and suddenly thunder roared in his mind; he remembered where he had seen this evil Daoist.
His whole body shook, and he cried out, "You are Daoist Master Yue!
" Shen Mu was startled. "Daoist Master Yue?
Which Daoist Master Yue? " Suddenly he too understood, recalling Yun Chuxiu's words aboard the ship.