Chapter 1544 — A Wound That Will Never Heal

Behind him, his primordial spirit leaped up from the heavenly court and drove out a fist; even the chaos qi on the river's surface was burned red, as though it meant to assimilate everything at a single stroke and transform it into the Dao of fire!

Shen Mu's foot turned, swinging the prow around, and Qiang Tianfei at the stern was suddenly face to face with this blow from Fire Heavenly Venerable.

Qiang Tianfei cursed under her breath, but she had no choice: rousing all her magic power, her primordial spirit rose behind her, and her heavenly palaces, tier upon tier, transformed into a heavenly court to meet Fire Heavenly Venerable's sky-overwhelming strike!

Boom — Qiang Tianfei was blasted off the little boat, sent flying backward, but her divine sense flew out from her brow and became long ropes that wrapped themselves around Shen Mu.

Shen Mu reversed his grip on the sword hilt and bowed, and Fire Heavenly Venerable's face burst apart, the flesh and blood of it turning to chaos qi that streamed in all directions, and he was carried helplessly off the Dao tree.

Dragged by the flying Qiang Tianfei, the little boat raced backward against its will; Shen Mu clenched his teeth, standing firm upon the swiftly retreating boat, and toward Fire Heavenly Venerable he reversed his grip on the divine sword once more and bowed, pushing out with clasped hands.

Fire Heavenly Venerable's face burst apart again; the scalp still remained, but there was not a shred of flesh upon the face, only stark white bone. His figure flew on helplessly into the chaos mist, about to vanish.

Shen Mu bowed once more — Primal One Qi, Wandering the Dao Together — and the bones of Fire Heavenly Venerable's face cracked and shattered with a clatter, his figure dropping toward the long river of chaos. At that moment a great hand reached out of the chaos mist and caught his falling form.

Shen Mu's vertical eye fixed upon the master of that great hand: Vast Heavenly Venerable stood upon a Dao tree, his gaze turning toward him.

"Fire Heavenly Venerable, the wound I have left you is a wound for life.

No one can heal it — not even Taisu.

" With a clang, Shen Mu slid the Tribulation Sword into its wooden sheath and let his body go slack; man and boat together were drawn backward by Qiang Tianfei, and beneath Vast Heavenly Venerable's gaze his face vanished into the chaos mist.

The Ancestral God King came charging in, sweeping the mist with the supreme treasure of the heavenly Dao, yet found no trace of Shen Mu, and was secretly alarmed.

"Ancestral God King, you are next.

" Shen Mu's voice came from no one knew where.