Chapter 1811 — Striking Down Three Scions of Great Houses
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"Wuya, have you forgotten?
We fought for half a year, and you never managed to cast me into the River of Chaos! " Shen Mu stood on the lotus throne, turning the Way of Taiyi into a divine axe, and swept it horizontally against the small World Tree.
"Even with your full strength you failed, so what can a mere branch do? " Huang Tang charged with murderous force, and the power of the small World Tree suddenly erupted. Leaves turned into thirty-six layers of heavens; the one tree, as though hung with countless heavens, bore down on Shen Mu.
The axe light clashed with the World Tree, splitting heaven after heaven, and struck the body of the small World Tree.
The two forces exploded. The Guixu lotus throne beneath Shen Mu spun in a shriek across the river's surface, driven by overwhelming power, crossing from one River of Chaos to another. Huang Tang ran like the wind, driving the small World Tree to its limit, and in an instant the two of them crossed one river after another.
Then, with a deafening crack, the crown of the small World Tree flew off cleanly—cut through by Shen Mu's move, "Taiyi Fells the Tree. " Huang Tang swung the trunk at Shen Mu's head.
At that moment, the Taiyi divine axe in Shen Mu's hand dissolved, and a sword light stabbed out, flashing through Huang Tang's brow. Calamity Break!
Boom! Both landed their blows.
Shen Mu was smashed down so hard that the Guixu lotus throne struck the River of Chaos and slid along its surface.
Huang Tang flew backward, his body howling over the river, the flesh of his back eaten away by the Annihilation Tribulation until it soon blurred into raw ruin.
Only when he had retreated to the tenth River of Chaos did Shen Mu finally steady himself. His vision blurred—the Hehuan Hall Master was already flying at him, at the precise moment when, after his clash with the World Tree, old force had just been spent and new force was not yet born. "Seventh Young Master, please be on your way!
" The Hehuan Hall Master's brow split open. Within it lay a vast and hazy purple light, and in that light a magnificent hall could be dimly seen. The hall did not seem to be inside her brow at all—it seemed to be sitting in the River of Chaos of the Sixteenth Age.
Bang.
The hall doors swung wide. A towering figure sat within, unmoving, yet a palm struck forth.
The Hehuan Hall Master had chosen her moment with great cunning. Taking advantage of Shen Mu's weakness after contending in turn with the Phoenix Hall Master, Huang Tang, and the small World Tree, she activated the Third Young Master's technique.
But this was not a true technique—it was a bridge to the Annihilation Tribulation of the Sixteenth Age.
Third Young Master Lingxiao, seated in his own Lingxiao Hall, performed the technique through that bridge.
When the Hehuan Hall Master's brow opened, the Third Young Master in Lingxiao Hall struck out with a palm. Primordial purple light blazed, and a great palm imprint pressed toward Shen Mu's forehead.
Suddenly Shen Mu looked up and smiled. A Dao-Burying Divine Coffin appeared before him and stood upright. The Third Young Master's palm slammed straight into the coffin.
"Old Three, I have waited a long time for you! " Behind the coffin, Shen Mu's hand held five Dao-Slaying Divine Nails between his fingers and drove them through the back of the coffin into the Third Young Master's five fingers.
There was no trace of Taiyi left inside; presumably Shen Mu had already moved him out. The Third Young Master's strike was indeed fierce and overbearing, but this Dao-Burying Divine Coffin was no ordinary treasure.
First Young Master Taishang had personally forged it to suppress Taiyi.
Because Taiyi's power was too great, First Young Master Taishang had spared no pains, refining the coffin until even Taiyi could not escape—truly the number-one divine coffin under heaven. The five nails pierced the Third Young Master's palm and pinned his fingers, instantly suppressing the power in his palm.