Chapter 980 — The Lure of the Swimming Fish
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Lian Huahun and Yun Chuxiu were thrown into a torment of doubt and alarm.
True, only a single realm lay between them and Shen Mu, but the gulf was far too vast.
These bodies of theirs were still at the Spirit Bridge realm, never having crossed the Southern Heavenly Gate, whereas Shen Mu was already an Exalted God, a full realm above them.
In the past, to say nothing of Exalted Gods one realm above them, they had slain no small number of True Gods two realms above them.
Lian Huahun, for instance, to preserve the Eighteen Slaughter-Mu Arts, had butchered to the very last every disciple the Hao Heavenly Venerable had sent into the Great Void, and those disciples had all been at the True God realm. They were Heavenly Venerables; both Lian Huahun and Yun Chuxiu were but incarnations these women used to sport among mortals.
Even so, they were not beings Exalted Gods or True Gods could match, for their vision and understanding were there. Yet before Shen Mu, a single realm above them was as good as a single heaven above: Shen Mu stood beyond the heavens and they upon the ground, and even the Eighteen Slaughter-Mu Arts could not be delivered — could not be made to show their might.
From the moment Lian Huahun struck to the capture of the two sisters, not one move of theirs had so much as touched Shen Mu. He had not dodged, nor had he broken their techniques and divine abilities; with nothing but the bloom of his primal energy he had blocked their attacks.
Shen Mu slammed the two women to the ground, then closed the eye at the center of his brow once more, and his dream went on: countless tiny Shen Mus still burrowed to and fro across Lady Yuanmu's flesh, charting that flesh and recording the Guixu runes. With their cultivation sealed by him, Lian Huahun and Yun Chuxiu lay on the ground unable to move. Yun Chuxiu blinked and suddenly cried, "Divine Blade Luo, what are you standing there dazed for?
Come here at once, put the rebel Shen Mu to death, and help this palace to her feet!
" Luo Wushuang turned a deaf ear, though his heart was somewhat uneasy. Both of these women were figures among the Ten Heavenly Venerables; in defying their orders outright, he had firmly set the cap of rebel upon his own head and would never in his life take it off.
"I wonder how Shen Mu will deal with the incarnations of the Empress and Yuanmu?
" Luo Wushuang was ill at ease. "Shen the Overlord Body seems to harbor other, ambiguous designs upon these two women; in all likelihood he will spare their lives for the sake of their beauty.
Just now, the way he looked at them was not quite right!
These two must die. Otherwise, once they leave the Great Void, their true bodies will learn everything that has happened here! " The Great Void and the Heavenly Court were two worlds; what Lian Huahun and Yun Chuxiu experienced here would not be sensed by the true bodies of the Empress and Yuanmu, but once they were within one and the same world, they would gain the memories of Lian Huahun and Yun Chuxiu. And then the Empress and Yuanmu would never let Shen Mu and Luo Wushuang off; one way or another they would do away with them!
"If Shen the Overlord Body is too tenderhearted to kill two peerless beauties, then I will wield the blade myself and take off their heads! " Blade-light flickered in Luo Wushuang's eyes.
Yun Chuxiu was a beauty without peer; every frown and smile, every gesture, was unbearably alluring.
And Lian Huahun too was a rare beauty; few ordinary men could withstand the seduction of these two women.
That Shen Mu should have been bewitched by them was only to be expected. Luo Wushuang, however, was different.
He was drunk on the blade, and in his eyes the blade was the fairest of beauties.
In the past his blade arts had been square and upright, every stroke measured, never overstepping the rule; only a dao heart as powerful as his could disregard the looks of these two beauties and strike them down without mercy.