Chapter 1244 — I'll Give You Some Face
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Di Yiyue arrived in haste, swept up the Martial Dao Heavenly Master with a flick of her sleeve, and brought him back.
Her sleeves wheeled and flew; her divine abilities were wrought with a mastery past art, for whether it was the Four Emperors' great divine abilities of the Four Poles Heaven or the divine abilities and Dao arts of other ancient gods, she took them up as easily as one plucks a thing from a shelf, and even the great Dao divine ability of Tu Bo of Youdu gave her no trouble at all. Her gifts were peerless: she had even comprehended Emperor Throne arts of her own devising, and was not merely one who could learn them.
In the age of the Founding Emperor she had stood second only to Shen Ye himself, a being who could contend with Shen Ye for the throne of the Founding Emperor — and yet she had, after all, lain dead for twenty thousand years.
Yin Tianzi had schemed against her and struck her down, and though Shen Mu revived her, those twenty thousand years were lost all the same.
When her divine ability met that great hand, two dreadful forces collided, and at once the seething divine sense within the hand invaded her art and shattered it.
Di Yiyue's face changed drastically; Zhuo Cha, the Martial Dao Heavenly Master, in that instant threw himself across before her, one force breaking ten thousand arts, and drove a fist into the Daluo Heaven of divine sense. Shitian, the Azure Emperor, Tian Shu, Yama and the rest came flying up, only to see that hand close into a fist; the vast fist met the fist of the Martial Dao Heavenly Master, the one great and the one small, and burst out with a force beyond all terror.
Zhuo Cha spat blood and was flung backward once more.
About Shitian, Buddha-light and the fire of wrath blazed high, and the martial arts of the Buddhist Dao erupted; Yama swept out his cloak, the void went black, and a divine sword thrust out of the darkness; the Azure Emperor's body gave a shake and became an Azure Dragon of immeasurable vastness, his body rolling on like a mountain range. Tian Shu ground his teeth, his lips dry and his throat parched; he wanted a drink, but there was no wine to be had, and so he steeled himself, hefted the Imperial Gate Divine Saber, and went up.
At the same time the Ark of the Other Shore was bearing Fengdu into the void at even greater speed, but the next moment wave upon wave of dreadful force came rolling, and Tian Shu, Yama, the Azure Emperor and the others were hurled backward, crashing into Fengdu aboard the ship; they slid for several hundred li and still could not check their fall.
Only the Martial Dao Heavenly Master and Di Yiyue still held against the assaults of that great hand. The Great Emperor's arm seemed able to reach out to an infinite distance; that hand of his made fist, hook, palm, seal; it chopped, hacked, pared, sliced, flicked, so that the Martial Dao Heavenly Master and Di Yiyue were hard put to keep pace.
Suddenly Zhuo Cha spat blood yet again and was struck flying back, slammed onto the ship, bounced up, slammed down again, tumbling and rolling, flying he knew not how far before he finally came to rest.
Niu Sanduo rushed forward in alarm, about to see whether his master lived or died, when Zhuo Cha ground his teeth, rolled over, leapt onto his back and shouted, "Sanduo, fight him to the death! " "Stand firm, my lord! " From Niu Sanduo's mouth came a long lowing cry; his body swelled madly and all at once reared upright, becoming a Martial Dao Demon King with an ox's head and a man's body, every inch of him knotted with muscle, and each knot of muscle forced the blue dragon scales up on end.
The old ox's blood and qi seethed and burst from his body, wreathing him like blood dragons; and Zhuo Cha set his feet apart upon the two sharp horns, gave a roar, and the clothes on his body split into four and five pieces, the sinews of his flesh moving beneath his skin like great dragons.