Chapter 1737 — Wisdom Light Piercing the Nine Heavens
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
How vast are the Dao methods and divine arts of Miluo Palace? How profound?
Every art has been tempered through age after age of universes, yet you could withstand them. You astonish me!
" He urged his cultivation art, and the wound soon healed.
Light flickered in Xu Shenghua's eyes as he said: "Fellow Daoist, these are Miluo Palace arts?
They seem somewhat different from the Miluo Palace arts I have seen.
" The ancient god Lingguan asked curiously: "Where did you ever see Miluo Palace arts? Most likely some half-baked standard. " Xu Shenghua shook his head and said: "I saw them from Heavenly Venerable Mu. He once displayed Miluo Palace arts, and they were most formidable.
" The ancient god Lingguan snorted coldly: "You would borrow the Seventh Young Master to strike at my Dao heart?
That trick is useless against me!
" Though he had followed the Lord of Miluo Palace in seeking the Dao and studied for four universe epochs, he was after all no Young Master.
Shen Mu, though he had never met the Lord of Miluo Palace and had gone to Miluo Palace but once to copy a single Dao pattern, had become a Young Master of Miluo Palace.
In this, he could never compare.
Xu Shenghua wondered in puzzlement: "How have I struck at his Dao heart? " He said no more, for striking at Dao hearts was something he seldom did.
When he had first crossed with Shen Mu long ago, he had been harshly struck, and walking shoulder to shoulder with Shen Mu had left him dragged until he spat blood.
Since then his Dao heart had grown ever higher, and seldom could anything shake it now.
Nor did he often try in battle to strike at an enemy's Dao heart; if his strength sufficed, the foe's Dao heart would crumble and dissolve bit by bit in the clash, with no need for words. The ancient god Lingguan charged again, his momentum greater than before; this exchange was briefer, but the arts denser, for the arts were summoned too swiftly, from stirring thought to formation and eruption in but a fleeting instant, so neither could employ great Dao-realm arts! Great Dao-realm arts were mighty indeed, but somewhat slower to summon; in such close combat, if one tried to use them, before they were ready one would likely already have taken a dozen killing blows!
The two parted, each landing upon a mountain peak. Crack.
Two more great mountains split open. Xu Shenghua grunted, sixteen bursts sounding within him as sixteen wounds burst open upon his body.
This time the sixteen wounds were not healed by Taiyi Dao dew, blood flowing unceasing, for clearly the ancient god Lingguan had fathomed how to restrain Taiyi Dao dew, using Miluo Palace arts to inflict wounds the dew could not cure. On the other side, the ancient god Lingguan also grunted, nine muffled booms sounding within as his flesh burst open with nine wounds.
He frowned slightly; those nine wounds meant Xu Shenghua had already discerned some pattern in his arts, deduced what arts he might unleash, and prepared their counters in advance!
Just now, in their second exchange, he had sensed this too; in that second clash Xu Shenghua's arts had come faster, and many moves struck straight at the weak points of his own arts, without the slightest hesitation!
"A monster of heaven-piercing wisdom!
" The ancient god Lingguan steadied himself, his Dao fruit revolving as more Dao chains surged forth; his wounds could no longer heal themselves, and he must rely on the chains within his Dao fruit to forcibly erase the Dao wounds within them!
Xu Shenghua raised a hand to seal his own wounds and said lightly: "Once more. What says my fellow Daoist?
" The ancient god Lingguan sank low, flesh tensed, and chuckled: "Then once more!
This time I shall surely hold nothing back! " He suddenly opened his mouth in furious roar, his voice like a great bell, Dao voices booming toward Xu Shenghua, while his form followed close behind the sound, all manner of arts erupting!