Chapter 1751 — The Great Army Flees Three Thousand Li
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Thirty-two heavy impacts in succession, and in a single instant the Thirty-Three Heavens were crushed atop one another and slammed hard down upon Shen Mu and the World Tree! Shen Mu's bones cracked and popped beneath the weight; he roared in fury, the muscles beneath his skin bulging, the power of his Primordial body driven to its uttermost!
The shoes on his feet burst apart, his robes split into pieces, and his trousers blew apart until only the waistband remained. Suddenly, behind the Third Lord's head, a Lingxiao Treasure Hall rose slowly, unbearably bright, and with a boom it pressed down upon Shen Mu!
"Yaaah—" Shen Mu's body bent; his skin burst, blood mist steamed, and a roar tore from his throat. His right hand was a sword, and he drew it savagely.
"Old Seven, you cling to your delusion; it seems you cannot return whole to the past to be the Seventh Lord!
" The Third Lord's face was cold as he pressed close, and a wondrous divine ability burst forth in his hand! His ten fingers leapt, each finger tracing an exquisite arc through space, and within each arc a perfect dao flowed along the curve; it was less a divine ability than a work of supremely beautiful art!
This was the divine ability the Master of Miluo Palace had used when he killed the Lord of Tiandu. To slay that powerful foe, the Master of Miluo Palace had gone into seclusion for several thousand years before setting out, comprehending the Dao, and only after those thousands of years had he emerged from his closed door!
The Third Lord had been a witness to that battle; with his own eyes he had seen how the Master of Miluo Palace used this divine ability to kill the Lord of Tiandu.
That was the end of the Seventh Epoch; to this day who knows how many hundreds of millions of years had passed, and the Master of Miluo Palace's depths had long since surpassed those years beyond all reckoning, unfathomable.
And only at the end of the Sixteenth Epoch had the Third Lord comprehended this divine ability thoroughly and mastered it.
He had thought he would never have occasion to use it; never had he imagined it would be used upon a man of Miluo Palace, and that man the Seventh Lord!
Hiss—hiss—hiss!
Blood holes burst open all over Shen Mu; even with the strongest flesh of the Seventeenth Epoch, even with a Primordial spirit, he could not withstand this divine ability!
The Third Lord came on to meet the sword Shen Mu had cut, his divine ability driven to the utmost; life and death were about to be decided, when suddenly the five fingers of Shen Mu's slashing right hand splayed wide and clamped onto his face! Crack!
Crack! Crack!
Crack!
Explosions rang out one after another; in an instant Shen Mu's right hand was blasted by the power of that divine ability into a blur of flesh and blood, and the flesh melted away, leaving only white bone. The Third Lord was dumbfounded.
His move had been aimed at Shen Mu's Tiandu World-Opening Chapter, yet Shen Mu's move was not the Tiandu World-Opening Chapter at all.
"You fell for it, Third Brother. " His face covered in blood, Shen Mu glared at him, his skeletal hand still clamped on the Third Lord's face, a gloating smile on his lips: "You scattered so much strength to suppress me that your own power is not enough to strike a fatal blow.
I truly cannot beat you, but our teacher created a divine ability to deal with Second Sister.
You have never seen it, have you? " Swish!
The red rope knot sank into the Third Lord's mind and passed out through the back of his head, blasting out in one stroke the Primordial qi and consciousness with which he had invaded the body of Emperor Haotian! That dreadful Primordial qi, bearing the Third Lord's consciousness, flew backward; red ropes spread out in every direction, becoming a dense dao chain that flew swiftly in pursuit.