Chapter 1737 — Wisdom Light Piercing the Nine Heavens
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Xu Shenghua moved, a lotus blooming with every step, his figure flickering in and out as he walked to meet him through the Dao voices. Their third clash was swifter still.
The ancient god Lingguan landed upon a mountain peak and spat out blood with a cry, hastily covering his mouth, yet the blood still spurted forth.
Forty-nine bursts sounded within him as forty-nine wounds burst open, making his injuries ever graver! Xu Shenghua staggered, landing upon another peak, a single muffled boom sounding within him as a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"The arts of Miluo Palace are indeed mighty.
" He turned and lifted his head, his face impassive as he said: "Among your arts there are some I cannot break; it is those that can wound me.
" The ancient god Lingguan forcibly suppressed his wounds, wheeled about, and said coldly: "You would strike at my Dao heart again?
" Xu Shenghua frowned and said: "Fellow Daoist, is your Dao heart truly so fragile that a few words from me could destroy it?
" The ancient god Lingguan stared hard at him; Xu Shenghua's expression remained as calm as ever, his gaze still gentle, yet revealing a trace of earnestness.
But in that expression there was absolutely no hint of mockery!
Yet the more it was so, the heavier grew the sense of defeat in the ancient god Lingguan's heart.
Xu Shenghua said in all seriousness: "If you do not know which arts can wound me, I can tell you.
" Palace Lord Lingguan laughed loudly and demanded: "You would tell me?
" Xu Shenghua nodded, more earnest still: "Cult Master Shen once said I have a weakness, one of character.
My curiosity is too poor, I do not much like adventure, nor challenge, and like to stay in one place.
He bade me do more challenging things, and telling you which arts can wound me is for me a challenging thing.
" The expression on Palace Lord Lingguan's face froze.
Could such a man exist in this world?
Every word and deed of Xu Shenghua brimmed with sincerity as he said: "All these years I have striven to mend myself, to correct the weakness in my character.
Fellow Daoist Lingsheng, as for these prehistoric powerhouses in the burial mounds beneath your feet, in their lifetimes I would tell them too which of their arts could wound me.
For me, it is a challenge.
" His face dimmed as he said: "When I completed the challenge, they were often already dead. " "Hahahaha! " The ancient god Lingguan roared with laughter, resounding and mighty, yet with a tremor in it: "Xu Shenghua, you are indeed formidable, still troubling my Dao heart!
My Dao heart is not so fragile, it will not be swayed by you!
Since you are so arrogant, I too shall strike at you once!
" He shook his sleeve and declared proudly: "My other clone has already arrived! " Xu Shenghua looked back to see another ancient god approaching, the two ancient gods identical in visage, save that this newcomer bore a Dao flower. "You hoped to delay time, waiting for the Seventh Young Master to save you?
" The ancient god Lingguan sneered: "The Seventh Young Master has indeed come, but he is already a spent bow!
His mana is all but exhausted, his flesh utterly weary, while I have kept back my other clone, my treasure palace, and my Dao fruit!
" The other ancient god Lingguan said in a low voice: "Before he can slay my other clone, you shall surely die! " Above the Ancestral Court, light suddenly blazed, the sky turning brilliantly radiant, as a figure burst through the world barrier of the Ancestral Court, body wreathed in raging flames, rushing toward the World Tree. When the flames upon him faded, there was Shen Mu striding swiftly, racing straight for the World Tree!
Suddenly a great palace barred his path, a Dao fruit floating within, and beneath the fruit an ancient god Lingguan sat upright, slowly raising his head and saying: "Seventh Young Master, you have little strength left, do you?
" Shen Mu said not a word and charged into the palace.