Chapter 1752 — The Sovereign Lord Falls
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
. Tai Chu, have you not yet noticed? The main force of this war is no longer us — it is Miluo Palace!
In this war, we have only to see ourselves preserved. " Tai Chu quickened his pace to follow her, lowering his voice: "Once Miluo Palace's Dao-attained come over, our power and station will dissolve into dreams and bubbles!
" "Better that, still, than throwing away our lives. " Her Majesty left that sentence behind her, left him standing there, and drifted away like a wisp of smoke. Tai Chu frowned and did not follow. Standing on the height and looking far out, the Heavenly Emperor Haotian saw the Great Yin Lord and the Great Yang Lord — one leading the Heavenly River Army, one the Heavenly Court's Divine Army — rolling onward in vast waves toward the Maple Valley. The two hosts gave Shen Mu a wide berth, tracing a great circle about Shen Mu as their center.
As for Shen Mu's divine treasury domain, it was more broken now than ever, shrunk to no more than a hundred li about; and Shen Mu's aura had sunk so faint as to be all but imperceptible. The Heavenly Emperor attended to it with all his senses: at this hour Shen Mu was like a candle in the wind, as if at any breath he might be extinguished.
"He is wounded — the Third Lord struck him down with the Master of Miluo Palace's divine ability, and his wounds must be dire indeed; he may even die!
" Gain and loss struggled together in the Heavenly Emperor's heart: "Even if he does not die, he has no strength to resist; otherwise he would never sit there and let the Heavenly River Army and the Heavenly Court's Divine Army pass by on either side of him.
But how am I to know whether he is feigning weakness deliberately?
" He paced up and down, a tiger trapped in its cage, restless and burning with impatience: "His wounds are desperate — at this hour I need only cast him into the Guixu, or drown him in the river of the Ancestral Court Jade Capital City, and this great plague will be settled at one stroke! Let him go back and be the Seventh Lord he was of old; without a blood offering, he can never return!
Then I should have won; the others — the so-called Nether Lord, the Moon Lord — none of them is any match for me!
And yet. .
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" He stopped in his tracks, his eyes round and staring; before them swelled the shadow of the Cloud Lord. "And yet there is still the Cloud Lord!
Cloud Lord, you must be dead by now, surely? No — perhaps not! I saw you go with my own eyes; your wounds were heavy and not easy to mend, but you must have gone into hiding — heh, you are searching out another chance to strike me unawares.
. . " In his eyes were both dread and fury. He set off pacing again, a caged tiger, and for all the martial might in his body could find no way to use it. From his throat came a dull, strangled roar: "Cloud Lord, it is you — you who have set Us in this extremity! We shall not be defeated by you!
We hold the great power in Our hands; We command hosts of gods and demons in their tens of millions; countless heavens are ranged beneath Our banner; and behind Us stands the Ancestral Court Jade Capital City! You think to take Us unawares — We shall give you no second chance! " His eyes kindled bright, and his voice came out somewhat hoarse: "That is it — blood-sacrifice a few of the heavens and let the Dao-attained of the Ancestral Court Jade Capital City descend! That is it, that is it. .
. heh heh — no one can defeat Us, no one can seize Our power!