Chapter 32 — First Sight of the World-Quelling Spear in the Desolate City
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Thud! Five soft sounds rang out in succession. Without his control, the five primal spirit swords shot into his body one after another, carrying him high into the air before he fell back.
Bang— The pillar in the center of the village, from which the butcher shop's banner hung, swayed.
Yan Qing's corpse was impaled upon it, head hanging down, motionless. Shen Mu's palm was still bleeding.
He suddenly clenched it tight, blood squelching, and crushed Yan Qing's soul within his grip.
The Hidden Demon Unfettered Seal—skilled at destroying souls. Shen Mu turned his head and smiled.
"Granny, I won. " Granny Zhu's heart settled, then she flew into a rage.
"You little wretch!
You've cut your hand—I'll beat you to death when we get back!
Don't you wipe blood on yourself! If you stain those newly made clothes, they'll never wash clean, and I'll beat you to death too! " The village head's gaze was deep and quiet as it fell upon Ling Hanchuan, who sat before him.
"Brother Mu, your disciple has lost. Shall we take him down, dress him in burial clothes, and lay him in a coffin? " Ling Hanchuan raised his head and looked at Yan Qing's corpse hanging on the pillar.
He shook his head. "I will take his body back and bury him properly. But this young man, though his cultivation is profoundly deep, uses demonic arts and demonic sounds—base methods that I hold in contempt. " He meant the move with which Shen Mu had killed Yan Qing—the Hidden Demon Unfettered Seal.
Though he had never seen such a seal technique, the sound that had come from Shen Mu's mouth was a demonic sound, and so Shen Mu must have used a demonic art. He could see that Shen Mu's cultivation was vast and deep, far deeper than Yan Qing's, but it seemed the youth had not weathered many trials of life and death. He held back somewhat, unable to fully unleash his strength.
To win by demonic arts was, in his view, mere trickery—contemptible. The village head's eyes flickered. He did not know where Shen Mu had learned such demonic arts, to drag an opponent's soul from his body and refine it to death—truly a sinister method.
The only one in the village who came from an orthodox demonic path was Granny Zhu.
Could she have taught Shen Mu? The village head said softly, "Shen'er, destroying a person's soul harms the harmony of heaven.
Use such methods as little as possible.
" Shen Mu nodded hastily.
The village head looked at Ling Hanchuan across from him.
"There are still eleven coffins empty.
" Ling Hanchuan lowered his eyes.
"Since the coffins and burial clothes are made, they must naturally be used.
" The village head said, "Please.
" Ling Hanchuan rose. "Please.
" The Lan River Water Dragon Formation roared to life.
Behind him, the ten experts of the Lan River Sect erupted with aura, linking their momentum with Ling Hanchuan's into a single line. Splash— River waters surged, mist spread, and suddenly a long river appeared within the small Yincan Village, waves towering to the sky!
This flowing water was none other than the Lan River of the southern Desolate Ruins!
Ling Hanchuan and the ten Lan River Sect experts stood upon this small, surging Lan River. Within it, countless flying swords darted to and fro, gleaming silver like tiny fish. The Lan River Sect was renowned for its swordsmanship, among the finest in the Southern Wilderness.
With the ten Lan River experts and their sect master Ling Hanchuan unleashing the Lan River Water Dragon Formation, the number of flying swords they commanded was unimaginable! When Granny Zhu had fought the Five Elders of the Lan River, the sword core of Wei Shuangling, foremost of the five, had contained six thousand eight hundred and forty-two swords—a terrifying number. And now the swords within the Lan River Water Dragon Formation were ten times that number!