Chapter 32 — First Sight of the World-Quelling Spear in the Desolate City
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Shen Mu shuddered with cold dread. Without a moment's thought he reached out to seize the primal spirit sword, and at once his palm stung—pierced by the blade.
"Mu.
.
. " Granny Zhu could not help crying out, but a glare from the village head silenced her. Shen Mu gripped the primal spirit sword.
It leaped and thrashed in his palm, opening more wounds, until his hand was a blur of blood and flesh.
Yet his primal qi was mighty and shielded his palm, so that the sword could not sever his hand. But the next moment, the third primal spirit sword broke from the rank, then the fourth, the fifth! Yan Qing's eyes flickered.
Victory was already decided. Shen Mu was younger than he, and to have cultivated to such a level was already no small feat—but Shen Mu had only two hands.
How many swords could he catch?
Suddenly Yan Qing's pupils contracted.
Shen Mu's hands moved in a blur, as though he had grown dozens of arms, snatching one primal spirit sword after another into his grasp! Before his swords could thrust, Shen Mu had seized them by the hilts! The eighth form of the Thunder Roar Eight Techniques—Myriad-Arm Vajra!
Yan Qing's expression shifted. His qi threads quivered, and the primal spirit swords in Shen Mu's grip thrashed violently, nearly tearing free—while at the same time the remaining swords stabbed toward Shen Mu's eyes and throat! Shen Mu now held five swords by their hilts. Seven remained, and these seven came thrusting in, spinning through the air with a hiss like tops, determined to bore through his skull and drill a great hole in his throat!
Granny Zhu could not bear to watch. Suddenly Shen Mu roared, and an immense surge of primal qi burst from his body, sweeping up the Butcher's Knife from his back in a single slash.
Clang— The seven swords were severed almost at once and fell to the ground together!
"Such thick qi threads!
" Yan Qing was startled.
Shen Mu's slash had come without warning, leaving him no chance to guard, and Shen Mu's qi threads defied all reason—shockingly thick—while the power contained in that blade was absurdly great! And the Butcher's Knife itself was absurdly sharp, sharper and tougher even than a primal weapon. With such tremendous strength, coupled with the incomparably sharp Butcher's Knife, severing his seven primal spirit swords was effortless!
Before the shock in his heart could fade, Shen Mu suddenly flicked his wrists and hurled the five primal spirit swords at him.
They tore through the air with a hiss, unimaginably fast. But Yan Qing smiled.
He raised a hand, and his qi threads howled out to entangle the five primal spirit swords, while several more flew from his sword-hiding pouch. His sword-hiding pouch looked small, hardly large enough to hold much, yet the primal spirit swords flew out one after another—most strange. Unexpectedly, the moment Yan Qing's qi threads wrapped around the five incoming primal spirit swords, his expression changed drastically.
Shen Mu's terrifying primal qi was hidden within the blades, surging and swelling—his qi threads were shattered before they could even bind the swords! Yan Qing's reaction was swift.
The primal spirit swords flying from his pouch immediately moved to block the five incoming swords. At the same time, Shen Mu strode forward.
Yan Qing pointed a finger behind him, and another primal spirit sword shot out to meet Shen Mu! A strange sound came from Shen Mu's mouth—brief, fleeting, yet imbued with an inexplicable melody, bizarre, eerie, sinister. With the sound came the youth's seal technique, the flower-plucking seal.
Still more than a zhang from Yan Qing, he struck out with a seal! "Samaya!
" Yan Qing felt the wind of his palm strike his face, yet it carried no power. He was about to focus on blocking the five primal spirit swords when suddenly his soul flew from his body and was drawn into Shen Mu's palm.
He was frightened out of his wits. Thud! Thud! Thud!
Thud!