Chapter 1120 — Proving the Dao Through the Saber
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Zai Fu had once been a wielder of divine powers in the army, a man who had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood; only later did he become a grandmaster of the saber arts of his generation, and, his saberplay nurturing a boundless ardor, a literary giant of his age.
He was the most dazzling figure of that era.
When his saber art unfurled, it forced Shen Mu to raise his own blade and fight!
Night Slays a Thousand Cities Amid Wind and Rain!
The sabers of the two men were like lightning in the night, so swift that the drift of their blades could not be made out; one could see only the two figures, their footwork shifting like phantoms, while to the ear the cries of their sabers joined into a single unbroken line.
Whoosh—
Their sabers were truly too fast; the friction of the air made the divine blades blazing hot, and roaring divine fire kindled within the saber light. Saber struck against saber to form two fiery tornadoes, and within those whirls countless streams of saber light crisscrossed!
Treading the void, the two rose higher and higher. The two fiery tornadoes coiled about each other, flames blazing, rising a thousand fathoms high, while the long sabers in their hands swept forward and back, left and right, appearing and vanishing like ghosts.
"Slow! Slow! Slow! You are still too slow!"
Zai Fu's voice came down from the sky, drifting and uncertain, now to the left, now to the right. He roared in fury: "Faster! Faster still! Forget your divine powers, forget that you are Mu Tianzun, forget your other primal weapons and divine weapons. You have only the saber in your hand, and the saber is all you believe in!"
"What brush and ink cannot paint is the spirit! Since you have spirit, then turn that spirit into your saber, into your Dao! The saber is the fire in your heart!"
"Whenever there is injustice, one slash!"
"Whenever one blocks your Dao, one slash!"
"If gods or demons bar your way, one slash!"
"If Heaven is unjust, one slash!"
"If Earth is without Dao, one slash!"
"A grandmaster of combat never lets his saber leave his hand, and scorns every divine power!"
Before the gates of the Directorate Forge below, the Blind Elder and the Silent Craftsman's faces shifted slightly. The Blind Elder whispered, "That pig-slaughtering fellow looks about ready to go mad again, doesn't he?"
The Silent Craftsman nodded again and again: "He has not gone mad for many a year. When he does, he will even slash at himself... If he truly strikes to kill, can you hold him off?"
The Blind Elder's face was troubled: "Hard to say. His strength has always been just a sliver greater than mine. True, I have comprehended something better this time, but that fellow seems to have comprehended something formidable as well. It would be very hard for me to block his blow before he hacks Shen'er to death."
Dragon Qilin whispered from the side, "My two lords, the Sect Master's strength is formidable. In ancient times he slew a Five Luminary Ancient God in single combat."
The Silent Craftsman and the Blind Elder showed surprise. The two old men, eyes narrowed, one seated and one leaning, chuckled: "Then there is nothing to fear. Heh heh. Shen'er is suppressing his cultivation to fight the pig-slaughterer. I am rather looking forward to the moment Shen'er enters the Dao through the saber. What will he hack that pig-slaughterer into?"
"Heh heh." They wore wicked grins.
Yan'er blinked and whispered, "Are all the young master's elders like this?"
Dragon Qilin hesitated, then leaned to her ear and said, "More or less all of them. Not many are proper; only Granny Zhu is somewhat proper, but she is wicked in her own way too..."