Chapter 451: The Eighteenth Form
Dragon Qilin immediately turned around and fled, fuming with rage: "The sorcerers of the Western Lands have gone mad! Cult Leader, they must be insane! Who would awaken an entire city and use it as a weapon?"
Behind them, wherever the Jun City passed, everything was leveled to the ground.
The great city was like a living being, striding forward with legs, chasing madly across mountains and valleys at incredible speed, flattening everything in its path.
This city was like a terrifying mouth, devouring and crushing everything. Not only that, but thousands of building giants inside raised houses like hammers—anything the Jun City couldn't bite through was swallowed into the city, only to be smashed to pieces by these giants!
Behind the city, a rolling cloud of dust rose from the crushed debris, spreading for over a hundred miles, so thick that nothing could be seen within.
The city swallowed at the front and spewed out at the back. One could only imagine the consequences if they were caught by this massive city.
Qin Mu kept urging, and Dragon Qilin ran for his life. Just then, a great river suddenly flew out from the Jun City, lashing out like a long whip with a sharp crack.
Dragon Qilin hurriedly dodged, but the river was incredibly agile, whipping wildly with a series of snapping sounds, forcing him to dodge left and right. His speed slowed, and the Jun City gradually caught up.
"Big brother..."
Xiong Qier's voice trembled as she looked back in terror. The ground shook, and boulders as tall as a person bounced into the air. Behind them, the Jun City opened its massive gates, its teeth-like spikes clattering as they bit down.
"It's okay, Sister Qier, don't be afraid."
Qin Mu turned around. His sword orb floated before him. Dragon Qilin was being forced into an increasingly desperate struggle by the river, on the verge of being swallowed by the Jun City.
"Who is intercepting us?"
Qin Mu stared at the approaching city gates and walls. The gates and walls kept rising and falling, with thick, sharp spears jutting out like teeth. A look of confusion crossed his face.
"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths just to deal with a Six Harmonies Realm cultivator like me? Given Ban Gongcuo's connections, he shouldn't be able to mobilize a treasure like the Jun City, right? So who is it that wants me dead?"
Suddenly, he thought of someone and smiled faintly, muttering to himself: "It must be him. The Young Master of the True Heaven Palace. I snatched the prey from his jaws, rescuing Xiong Xiyu and her daughter. We have some history. Is he planning to give me a surprise this time?"
Just then, Dragon Qilin roared: "Cult Leader, this is definitely not a surprise! It's a shock! Damn it..."
Another great river shot out from the Jun City's mouth, wrapping around Dragon Qilin's tail with a sharp crack and dragging him toward the gaping maw. Dragon Qilin's four hooves scrambled wildly, but he couldn't stop himself from being pulled toward the city's mouth.
Xiong Qier's face turned serious, and she said crisply: "Fatty Dragon, cut off your tail!"
Dragon Qilin's tears streamed down: "Sister Qier, even cutting off my tail won't let me escape. Let me at least keep my body intact... Though it doesn't seem likely I'll have a body left at all."
The city gates and walls opened and closed like a giant mouth, snapping down rapidly. Inside the city, the buildings and houses turned into giants, smashing wildly with their fists. Leaving a complete corpse was almost impossible!
Each sharp spear gleamed with cold light, as thick as a bowl's rim, like steel bars embedded in the city walls. Their tips were razor-sharp, and their surfaces were covered with strange patterns. Clearly, every single spear was a spirit weapon!
If they were bitten, it would be like being pierced by dozens of spirit weapons, leaving dozens of bowl-sized bloody holes in their bodies.
Combined with the immense force of the city gates opening and closing, they would surely be reduced to a bloody pulp.
Qin Mu was still lost in thought, muttering: "But the Young Master of the True Heaven Palace shouldn't have the strength to awaken the spirit of the Jun City, right? His cultivation level might be higher than mine, but at most, he's at the Seven Stars Realm..."
"Cult Leader!" Dragon Qilin was dragged into the Jun City's mouth.
Qin Mu snapped out of his daze. His sword orb suddenly exploded, and countless sword lights flew out with a sharp clang. Eight thousand swords simultaneously executed the Cloud Sword Form—what a magnificent sight!
Swords gathered like clouds, spinning around the sharp spears beneath the city walls. In an instant, countless teeth-like spikes in the Jun City's mouth were severed.
But the city gates and walls still came crashing down with tremendous force. Even just the crushing power alone would be enough to turn them into paste.
Qin Mu reached out and grabbed a sword. The Carefree Sword was in his hand. Although he couldn't activate the divine power of this divine sword, its sharpness alone was enough to cut through anything!
The Carefree Sword lit up in his hand. A single point pierced through the vast expanse, and within the two extremes, yin and yang intertwined!
The first form of the Dao Sword erupted with power. Sword light split into black and white, yin and yang swirling together, forming a Taiji diagram. But this was only the surface appearance of the sword technique.
In reality, this move was the pinnacle of mathematical skill applied to swordsmanship. Every point and every line composing the Taiji diagram was calculated with extreme precision. The operation of each sword light contained incredibly complex numerical and mathematical principles, revealing the Daoist sect's interpretation of the universe's mysteries.
The Jun City bit down with all its might. Then, a section of the city wall vanished in the sword light where black and white alternated and transformed.
Qin Mu leaped into the air, raising the Carefree Sword high with both hands. He channeled his mana to recall the sword. Eight thousand swords flew back, clashing with the Carefree Sword as they merged into the mother sword. As the eight thousand swords combined, he felt the sword in his hands become incredibly heavy.
This was the second form of the sword orb.
The sword orb had two forms: one was the orb itself, and the other was the merging of the mother and child swords.
After merging, the Carefree Sword became so heavy that he could no longer use his mana to activate any of its power.
Qin Mu raised the sword high with both hands. At this moment, he could only perform one move.
Chop!
Chop forward!
Ahead of him, behind Dragon Qilin's rear, the advancing Jun City had already dragged them into the city. A great river was coiling around Dragon Qilin, trying to pull him toward the streets.
On both sides of the street, building giants, tower giants, and house giants were ready, holding up houses to smash down.
At the center of the Jun City, magnificent palaces stood up. These palaces were not made of wood or stone but were meticulously crafted from mystic gold, mystic iron, and mystic copper.
The sorcerers of the Western Lands did not seek to strengthen themselves; they borrowed power from heaven and earth, altering nature as well. They collected mystic gold and mystic copper to forge spirit weapons, naturally making them as powerful as possible.
The palaces in the Jun City were spirit weapons forged by powerful sorcerers, their power incomparable to that of wooden or stone houses.
These palace giants also stood up, blocking the end of the street, their killing intent palpable.
This scene was absolutely unprecedented and unheard of!
Qin Mu swung his sword down. The incredibly heavy Carefree Sword vibrated, instantly shattering the great river coiled around Dragon Qilin's tail.
The river, like a snake whose tail had been severed, writhed and twisted throughout the city, trembling violently.
When the tip of the Carefree Sword touched the street, an immensely terrifying force erupted. The blue stone slabs lining the street flipped up one after another, flying into the air. A shocking crack appeared on the street, spreading forward with a series of explosive sounds. More stone slabs flew up, shattering in midair!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Flying swords shot out from the tip of the Carefree Sword. Qin Mu's primal chaos energy surged wildly, pouring into the flying swords. These swords spun as they sliced forward along the street. Eight thousand flying swords cut and slashed everything in their path, shattering building giants, tower giants, and house giants into pieces.
Earlier, when the eight thousand swords were merged, he couldn't activate their power. But now that all the flying swords were separated, he could finally channel their strength.
Countless sword lights spun like wheels, rushing through the flying wood and rubble toward the end of the street. In an instant, they deeply embedded themselves into the palace giants, slicing through the great halls!
Qin Mu's arms trembled. This single strike nearly tore his muscles, broke his bones, and snapped his tendons. His mana was drained by nearly half!
He had used the first form of the Dao Sword instead of the first form of the Sword Diagram, Sword Traversing Mountains and Rivers, mainly to conserve mana. The latter required far more energy.
But this strike consumed nearly half of his mana!
However, the results were astonishing. One strike had nearly flattened the entire street. He had never imagined he could possess such destructive power.
Qin Mu released the Carefree Sword and channeled his remaining primal chaos energy into it. The sword vibrated, and the other flying swords flew back from the end of the street.
This time, he didn't dare use the second form of the sword orb. Instead, he gathered the eight thousand swords into a round metal ball.
Qin Mu opened his Taotie pouch and put the sword orb inside. He fell into thought again: "I seem to have created a completely new basic sword form. This move isn't among the seventeen basic sword forms..."
The strike he had just executed sent countless swords spinning like wheels from the Carefree Sword, roaring forward and draining nearly half of his cultivation base in an instant. This spinning wheel-like form was different from all seventeen basic forms. The closest was the Cloud Sword Form, but that form involved the sword drawing a circle with the wrist or the body as the center.
The form Qin Mu had inadvertently used involved spinning like a wheel, combining the power of a chop, the skill of a slice, and the agility of a cloud.
This was the eighteenth basic sword form!
Inside the Jun City, countless earth-and-wood giants charged toward them. At the end of the street, the battered palace giants also raised their round, golden palace "hammers" and rushed over.
The great river in the city roared and converged, forming a giant entwined with a water dragon, raising its fist to strike.
Qin Mu was still lost in thought: "But this basic sword form seems to consume an excessive amount of mana. Not only that, but it also requires a lot of money—enough to forge more flying swords. More importantly, these flying swords need to have points on both ends to maximize their power."
Dragon Qilin roared fiercely, spewing a pillar of fire that ignited the Jun City's blocks. The earth-and-wood giants were engulfed in flames. The water giant formed from the city river hurriedly tried to extinguish the fires, sizzling as it shrank in size.
Qin Mu continued to ponder: "But then again, I have plenty of money."
Dragon Qilin grew bolder, spewing fire everywhere and setting the city ablaze. Outside the city, he had been chased without escape, but inside the city, he was like a tiger with wings.
Suddenly, the Jun City came to a halt. The entire city slammed down heavily and stopped moving. The building giants, tower giants, and palace giants instantly ceased their activity, collapsing back into buildings, houses, and palaces. The water giant fell into the river, becoming flowing water once more.
In an instant, the Jun City fell silent. On the chaotic, debris-strewn street, only Qin Mu, Xiong Qier, and Dragon Qilin remained.
—Zhai Zhu, recording a show on Hunan Satellite TV, is extremely nervous. Teacher He Jiong is here, along with many beautiful actresses, but I don't recognize any of them...
Zhai Zhu has gone to Hainan!
These past few days mark the seventh anniversary of Zhai Zhu and his wife's marriage. This morning, we got up at 4:30 and rushed straight to the airport. Zhai Zhu and his wife have just arrived at the hotel. I won't be able to update at noon today. I haven't slept well for the past two days, so I need to catch up on rest. I'll do my best to write and update tonight.
Regarding the Yuewen Group party, Zhai Zhu got stage fright after going on stage, stammering and unable to speak. It will air on Hunan Satellite TV on the 25th of this month. Everyone, remember to watch.
Although Zhai Zhu isn't good-looking, there are many handsome men and beautiful women in the show.