Chapter 31 — Lan River Sword Intent Shines with Cold Light

by the force of his fingers. Shen Mu's feet moved swiftly, his figure weaving among the crowd as he closed on Yan Qing at speed. Only a zhang or so separated them when Yan Qing's face went blank, another sword cry came from the sheath behind him, and a second primal spirit sword flew out and stabbed toward him. Startled, Shen Mu hastily retreated—and then a third primal spirit sword flew from the sheath, then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh... More than ten primal spirit swords joined head to tail, a single primal-qi thread running through the tip and hilt of each; the hilt of the first pressed against the tip of the second, the hilt of the second against the tip of the third, linked into a length of six or seven zhang, like a living, agile silver dragon tumbling and dancing in the air, or like the Lan River's waters winding back on themselves a thousand times. The Clear River Sword Art! The foremost sword art of the Southern Wastes. Yan Qing's first sword was incomparably nimble, wheeling up and down, left and right, and the swords behind it wheeled along with it, threading through the crowd without touching a hair of anyone. And from Shen Mu's vantage, he could see precisely only the tip of the first sword, and none of the swords behind. A strong sense of peril rose in his heart. Not seeing meant the unknown, and the unknown could not be dodged, could not be foreseen! The Clear River Sword Art was indeed vicious and ferocious! At that moment the first primal spirit sword shook out dozens of blossoms of sword light and stabbed at Shen Mu, the glare dazzling the eye. And behind those dozens of blossoms, the second primal spirit sword detached from the chain of swords, tethered by a separate primal-qi thread, and came suddenly, cutting for Shen Mu's throat!