Chapter 1600 — The Peerless Elegance of That Sword
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
She had to be careful to avoid the black lines left in the wake of that brilliance, for those black lines, too, were exceedingly perilous; the slightest carelessness would carve a saber scar across her body.
Even so, there were times she could not dodge. The saber scars on her body grew ever more numerous, and it was not long before she was covered with wounds from head to foot; meanwhile her primordial spirit, too, raced at utmost speed, evading the moves of Shen Mu's primordial spirit.
Her primordial spirit was likewise riddled with saber wounds. If this continued, sooner or later she would die beneath Shen Mu's assault.
Boom!
A tremendous crash rang out, slamming into the twin lotuses so that they trembled without cease. Gong Tianzun stole a hurried glance — Her Highness the Empress had landed in the middle of the twin lotuses, half crouched, half kneeling.
The woman had regained her ancient god's body, that physical frame of overwhelming toughness, and at the center of the twin lotuses — one half red, one half black — she rose slowly to her feet. "Mu Tianzun—" Her Highness the Empress gave a shrill, piercing cry.
Gong Tianzun suddenly felt the saber-light behind her vanish, and could not help breathing a sigh of relief.
"Mu Tianzun has been driven off by the Empress! " She turned around — and a sword-light came straight through her brow.
At the same moment, the primordial spirit within her Heavenly Court was pierced by a sword-light as well.
Shen Mu put away his sword, bowed deeply, and saluted: "Fellow Daoist Gong, farewell.
" Sword-light erupted from within Gong Tianzun's mind!