Chapter 1029 — The Heavenly Emperor's Will
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His saber arts possessed Luo Wushuang's ingenuity and precision, the Demon Race's demonic nature, and Zaifu's grandness—truly formidable. Yet his mastery was, after all, still shallow, and he was the first to be defeated. In the sky, only the Heavenly Saber Zaifu and Luo Wushuang still crossed blades.
Shen Mu gazed upward for a moment and saw that Luo Wushuang had already unleashed the fourteenth heaven of the Saber Dao; his saber arts grew ever more exquisite, and the power of the firmament of the Saber Dao was terrifying beyond measure. Zaifu blocked it nonetheless. His Saber Dao was wild and unrestrained, breaking ten thousand arts with a single force, breaking ten thousand arts with a single saber—it bore the great meaning of returning to simplicity and truth.
Suddenly, Luo Wushuang's saber intent surged violently, and he actually comprehended the fifteenth heaven of the Saber Dao! Shen Mu could not help but show astonishment. "When I kicked Luo Wushuang into the Primordial Realm, he had only comprehended the fourteenth heaven.
So soon, and he has already comprehended the fifteenth? " In the sky the two great saber gods clashed.
The Heavenly Saber Zaifu was immediately overmatched, yet he grew all the more magnificent, rising to meet strength with strength, and laughed aloud: "Your saber is too exquisite.
Though you have also comprehended magnificence, it remains a craftsman's heart and a craftsman's Dao—hard to escape the air of an artisan!
" His saber light surged, opening wide and closing wide, forcefully challenging Luo Wushuang's firmament of the Saber Dao, seeking to cleave that firmament apart! Luo Wushuang sneered: "Heavenly Saber, your saber is too domineering, knowing no restraint.
You understand how to draw the saber, but you do not understand how to withdraw it. When you understand withdrawal, you will be the finest saber god under heaven—above even me!
" The two great saber gods collided; saber light burst forth, dazzling the eyes.
Each was wounded, and they fell from the sky. Shen Mu admired them without end and stepped forward.
But at that very moment, he heard Zaifu chant aloud: "A piebald horse newly straddled with a white jade saddle; the battle done, the battlefield's moonlight cold! " Shen Mu responded loudly: "The iron drums on the city wall still resound; the golden saber in its sheath, its blood not yet dry! " Zaifu was both startled and delighted, and rushed out of Yongjiang Academy at flying speed, laughing heartily: "It is Shen'er, come back!
" When the two met, Shen Mu spread his arms to embrace Zaifu, only to see Zaifu slash at him with a saber, shouting: "Shen'er, draw your saber!
" Shen Mu was startled and hastily dodged. With a thought, his sword core transformed into two divine sabers. The two men's saber light crisscrossed.
After a moment, Zaifu's saber rested against Shen Mu's neck, and he could not help but rage: "Still not entered the Dao, shaming me—not as good as little Zhe!
" Shen Mu's face reddened slightly, and he stammered: "Grandpa Tu, it is not that I am incapable, but that in these years I have spent more effort on the Sword Dao and divine power.
. .
" Zaifu spat.
Catching sight of Langwan the God King and the others approaching, he showed astonishment and said in a low voice: "There are still people whose beauty can compare to Granny Zhu?
Is this your wife? " Shen Mu's face flushed red, and he said in a low voice: "Not yet.
. . pah pah!
This is Langwan the God King, a God King among the Creators, an expert comparable to a Heaven Venerable. " Langwan the God King offered greetings.
Zaifu felt a chill in his heart and returned the greeting in proper form, saying: "Shen'er, do not leave for the next few days. I will feed you moves, lest your saber arts grow lax again.
" Shen Mu had no choice but to agree. On the other side, Luo Wushuang came over with a dark face, saber in hand.