Chapter 1138 — The Broken Sword Duel
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
From his four celestial palaces, the primordial spirit projections kept raining down all kinds of divine abilities and Dao arts to try to stop Shen Mu, but Shen Mu shot forward like an arrow loosed from the string. With a thunderous boom, the Luminous Virtue Gate of the Jade Capital City collapsed!
The brilliant sword-light raced along the Heavenly Avenue, demolishing everything in its path, and in the blink of an eye reached Jing Baichuan! Jing Baichuan raised his hand to meet the sword-light. His five fingers were like mountains, clashing against it!
In the instant his palm touched the sword-light, his physical form began to grow taller and taller, thinner and thinner, flatter and flatter, larger and larger, more and more ethereal; the sword-light stabbed through his palm, yet it seemed not to wound him.
It was Shen Mu's Dao-entering divine ability—Perfection Gathered Above the Great Luo Heaven. Jing Baichuan roared, surging every shred of his cultivation in an attempt to break through this divine ability.
The Great Luo Heaven was shaken into tortoise-shell cracks, and his body swelled up again as if inflated, regaining its own autonomy.
The sword-light in Shen Mu's hand transformed into the first form of the Tribulation Sword, the Tribulation-Opening Sword, and a ray of sword-light shot straight toward Jing Baichuan's brow.
Jing Baichuan raised his hand and caught it between two fingers—at the final moment, he actually pinched the Tribulation-Opening Sword fast, and sneered, "This move of yours—the Master has rehearsed it countless times, and long ago found a way to break it. . .
" Shen Mu threw a punch.
Myriad phantom silhouettes stood behind him; countless martial ways and combat arts gathered into that one fist and slammed into the Tribulation-Opening Sword. Hiss!
The Tribulation-Opening Sword passed between Jing Baichuan's two fingers and emerged from the back of his skull.
Shen Mu put the sword away; the broken blade slipped back into the scabbard at his waist, and he said calmly, "You don't measure up. Even if you could go back to the Longhan era, you would be second-rate—far inferior to Niu Sanduo.
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