Chapter 941: You Are Quite Impressive
Above Luo Wushuang, swords clashed with divine abilities. Thousands of techniques battled above his head, their respective powers erupting, shattering the sky above him into pieces.
Waves of terrifying force crashed down. The silver needles on Luo Wushuang's body had already melted away under the scorching heat. Fortunately, although he could not use his spiritual power, his cultivation base remained intact. Despite the formidable strength of Qin Mu and An Qingyu, they were still far inferior to him, a master of the Lingxiao realm. The residual waves of their techniques could not harm him.
He looked up and saw that the two were evenly matched in their techniques. Some of Qin Mu's flying swords were blocked, while others pierced through An Qingyu's techniques, shooting straight toward An Qingyu, who was dozens of miles away.
An Qingyu's techniques surged like monstrous waves, each wave more powerful than the last, engulfing the oncoming stream of swords and charging toward Qin Mu.
At this moment, the two stabilized their forms and stopped retreating. They each took steps forward, charging toward the mountaintop, facing the other's swords and techniques. Their movements were as swift as thunder and as fast as lightning.
An Qingyu met Qin Mu's flying swords head-on. He immediately vibrated his wings, and countless cyan-golden feather swords spun wildly around him, clashing with the incoming flying swords!
"Feather Canopy Shrouding the Azure Sky!"
He charged forward against the flying swords, neither dodging nor evading Qin Mu's sword techniques. Instead, he was building up his momentum, determined to reach the mountaintop at the moment his momentum peaked, delivering a fatal blow to Qin Mu!
On the other side of the mountain, Qin Mu's primordial energy surged from his crown, transforming into a heavenly bell that inverted and descended.
Clang, clang, clang—
The heavenly bell rang without cease, blocking An Qingyu's techniques. The bell soon shattered, but a new one was immediately generated.
He sprinted all the way, the bell ringing incessantly, his momentum growing stronger and stronger. Clearly, he harbored the same intention as An Qingyu.
On a narrow path, the brave wins. This was not a narrow path, but the one who could win this battle could only be the braver one!
More and more flying swords shot toward An Qingyu. The swords clashed with the feather swords, producing a dense, continuous clattering sound. Suddenly, a flying sword broke through the Feather Canopy Shrouding the Azure Sky technique and stabbed at An Qingyu.
The Feather Canopy Shrouding the Azure Sky was a sword technique he had created himself. However, the Heavenly Court had not undergone the Reform. For An Qingyu, his sword technique had no flaws to exploit. But for Qin Mu, his technique was riddled with weaknesses.
An Qingyu continued to charge forward madly. The halo behind his head vibrated—this was the blessing of Heavenly Venerable Hao. The halo blocked the flying swords.
However, more and more flying swords broke through the Feather Canopy Shrouding the Azure Sky, stabbing from various angles. The sword techniques became increasingly exquisite, making even Heavenly Venerable Hao's blessing insufficient to block them.
An Qingyu waved his hands to defend, unleashing various techniques. His pace remained swift, and his momentum continued to surge toward its peak.
He could not afford to give up building his momentum, nor could he stop his steps. As a result, his techniques could not be as perfect or as powerful as they usually were.
Chi. A flying sword darted forward and pierced his body.
An Qingyu gritted his teeth. The primordial spirit in the heavenly palace behind his head continued to bombard Qin Mu. The heavenly bell rang incessantly, constantly being shattered. In the instant the bell broke and before it could reform, his technique struck Qin Mu, severely wounding him.
Chi. An Qingyu was struck by another sword, and then another pierced his chest.
Chi, chi, chi. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen flying swords were embedded in his chest. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he grinned, his steps unceasing, his momentum terrifyingly fierce!
The mountaintop was now within reach. Qin Mu was not far away on the opposite side.
However, the swords lodged in his body erupted with their internal techniques, destroying his physical mechanisms and his divine hideouts. One sword even emitted a blade of light, slashing toward his Divine Bridge!
If this strike landed, even without Qin Mu's intervention, his own heavenly palace would crush him to death!
An Qingyu could already see his own death approaching!
"The Sovereign has commanded!"
He charged toward Qin Mu, grinning widely, his white teeth stained red with blood. His momentum was explosively unmatched: "He must bring back the head of Celestial Venerable Mu! I may not be able to take his head, but I can take his life! Slaughter Mu Technique!"
"Wilds of Heavenly Feathers!"
His fierce momentum reached its peak at this moment. Behind him, feathers stretched into the vastness. His physical body and primordial spirit began to transform into feathers at this moment, condensing into an immensely powerful technique that pounced toward Qin Mu.
Luo Wushuang looked up and saw the two collide in that instant. This terrifying force transmitted into the midair, sweeping through the universe, flattening every cloud in the sky.
The force crashed down, and this towering mountain actually split apart. The waterfall was cleaved in two, like two hundred-mile-long white ribbons lifted by a hurricane, fluttering in the wind.
Qin Mu's muffled groan came through. This Wilds of Heavenly Feathers technique precisely targeted his few weaknesses. The power of the technique transmitted into his body, twisting his flesh.
He heard the sound of his finger bones breaking, followed by the cracking sound spreading from his fingers to his hand bones, then to his arm bones, then to his neck and skull.
A crisp sound came from his chest cavity, like two strings of firecrackers popping and crackling, traveling all the way from his chest to the soles of his feet!
Dong, dong.
Qin Mu and An Qingyu landed on two peaks of this mountain, one on the left and one on the right. The mountain had been split in half by their collision.
Suddenly, a blood hole burst open on Qin Mu's skin with a pop, spraying blood. A bloodstained feather floated out lightly, drifting.
Pop, pop, pop, pop. Blood holes burst open all over his body. Cyan feathers flew out, swirling around Qin Mu, as if to bury him in a feather tomb.
On the opposite side, An Qingyu revealed a faint smile. His body swayed, and he grinned, saying, "Celestial Venerable Mu is indeed worthy of being a celestial venerable. My own insights into Dao techniques and divine abilities cannot defeat you; my techniques have already lost. But the Sovereign's technique has not lost. I have finally taken you away..."
"An Qingyu, you are quite impressive."
Qin Mu's body shook. Flesh grew rapidly at all his wounds, broken bones reconnected, shattered bones regenerated, and corrupted blood revived into new blood. In an instant, he seemed reborn.
He raised his hand, drawing water from the waterfall to wash away the bloodstains on his body, then evaporated the moisture. His momentum remained at its peak. He said, "You have wounded me. For Heavenly Venerable Hao to have a disciple like you, he should be very gratified."
An Qingyu stared at him blankly. Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from within his body. The heavenly palace behind his head collapsed.
"Worthy of being a celestial venerable..."
His physical body exploded, his primordial spirit scattered, his soul dissipated, and his life ended on the spot.
Qin Mu exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. "This An Qingyu is quite impressive, very strong, and also very graceful."
His face suddenly turned sallow, and his energy flagged. Although An Qingyu had failed to kill him, Heavenly Venerable Hao's technique was indeed created to target his weaknesses. An Qingyu's final strike before death had not destroyed his physical body, but it had thoroughly cleansed his Embryonic Divine Hideout, and even his primordial spirit had suffered considerable injury.
The reason he had not shown any signs of weakness in front of An Qingyu was merely to maintain his dignity before this dying man.
Luo Wushuang looked around. He saw flying swords flying in, clashing and colliding in front of Qin Mu, quickly forming a sword pellet. The divine metal was refined to the point where the sword flowed like water. This forging skill was extraordinary.
"Divine Saber Luo, you are known as the number one divine saber of the Heavenly Court. You once showed me your saber technique."
Qin Mu put away the sword pellet, took out some medicinal herbs to treat his injuries, and said calmly, "When Zhe Huali and I were still opponents, I once intended to have him show you my sword technique. Unfortunately, he had pride and backbone, wanting to defeat me himself, so he didn't show you. Now you have seen my sword technique. What do you think?"
"Your sword technique is exquisite, nearly approaching the wonder of the Dao."
Luo Wushuang sincerely praised, "Your sword technique is already unparalleled in the world. However, I am confident that my saber technique can defeat your sword technique. In the past, I might have lost to your sword technique again, but I have now broken the god in my heart and no longer fear anything."
Qin Mu took some spirit pills and smiled, "Your tone is almost identical to Zhe Huali's. But Zhe Huali broke the god in his heart earlier than you, yet he was still no match for me."
Luo Wushuang snorted. Qin Mu refined some more pills and handed them to him, saying, "You can expel the silver needles from your body now, but don't remove the Primeval Wood Core from your brow just yet. These spirit pills are for treating the damage to your heavenly palace. First, refine the medicinal power within your body, and take these pills along the way. The battle with An Qingyu just now will surely have attracted the attention of other Heavenly Court experts. We need to get moving."
He pointed eastward: "I saw some majestic structures over there from the air. They are most likely built by the creators of the Great Void. Let's go take a look there."
Luo Wushuang accepted the spirit pills and couldn't help asking, "Are you really at the Embryonic Divine Hideout realm?"
"Yes."
Qin Mu smiled amiably and asked, "Are you sure you want to fight me at the same realm?"
Luo Wushuang's expression shifted between gloom and brightness. He changed the subject and asked, "You said these structures here were built by the creators of the Great Void. Have you been here before?"
"No."
Qin Mu opened his vertical eye on his brow and visualized for a moment. To Luo Wushuang's surprise, a divine dragon over ten zhang long slowly materialized from the void.
Luo Wushuang was startled, thinking it was a heart demon, and quickly pressed his hand on his saber hilt.
Qin Mu shook his head and said, "There are no heart demons here. Heart demons are actually creatures created by the collapsed consciousness of the Great Void creators based on our inner demons. This divine dragon is just my creation; it's harmless."
Luo Wushuang was astonished and doubtful. "How do you know the master of this place is a Great Void creator? Could it be that you are also a Great Void creator?"
Qin Mu studied the divine dragon, leaped onto its back, and laughed, "No. Fly—"
The divine dragon beneath him struggled to brandish its claws and fangs, but it couldn't take off. It anxiously cried out, "Maha, maha!"
Qin Mu scratched his head. "Am I too heavy?"
He jumped down from the dragon's back and tried again, "Fly!"
The divine dragon leaped into the air, then flailed and tumbled down, plunging headfirst into the waterfall below.
Qin Mu stared wide-eyed. Shu Jun's laughter echoed in his mind: "With your current strength, you still want to create? You're far from it. Your current level of divine consciousness is only equivalent to a low-level creator, just a tiny bit stronger than a newborn of our race."
Qin Mu's face darkened. He walked down the mountain with Luo Wushuang.
Luo Wushuang still had the Primeval Wood Core stuck in his brow, making movement difficult. However, as a master of the Lingxiao realm, his foundation was still there. By channeling the primordial energy in his divine hideouts, he could move at a speed no slower than Qin Mu's.
"The young Heavenly Court experts who fell from the sky will also notice those palaces. They will surely head there too. You are walking right into a trap." Luo Wushuang noticed his direction and warned him.
Qin Mu shook his head and said, "By the time we get there, my injuries will be mostly healed."
Luo Wushuang reminded him, "There are many who want to kill you, and quite a few survived the ship. Those who survived the dangerous conditions of the Path of the Great Void are all powerful individuals, most of them True Gods! Their strength will not be inferior to An Qingyu's, and some may even be stronger."
Qin Mu smiled and said, "Divine Saber Luo, you have always hated me to the bone and wanted to kill me. Why are you now worried about my safety?"
Luo Wushuang snorted and said calmly, "I just don't want you to die at someone else's hands. You have yet to be defeated by my saber. Qin the Overlord Body, don't be too complacent. The Heavenly Court is full of strong experts, and young talents emerge endlessly. There may even be those who have cultivated the Great Heavenly Court Technique!"
Qin Mu's heart tightened, and he couldn't help thinking of Lian Huahun.
On the ship, Lian Huahun had told him that she had cultivated a fusion of eighteen Emperor Throne techniques, and Yun Chuxiu had said that Lian Huahun had comprehended the Great Heavenly Court Technique.
Moreover, Lian Huahun's strength was indeed extremely formidable. Although he had been treating Luo Wushuang's injuries at the time, Lian Huahun's single strike had shattered his four arms. This skill was truly remarkable!
A woman who was only at the Divine Bridge realm, who had not experienced the Yan Kang Reform, and who had not opened the Heavenly River Divine Hideout, could sever Qin Mu's four arms with a single strike using the Great Heavenly Court Technique. Lian Huahun's Great Heavenly Court Technique was indeed extraordinary.
"If I were to face a True God who has cultivated the Great Heavenly Court Technique, I would definitely lose. If I could also comprehend my own Great Heavenly Court Technique..."
Qin Mu shook his head. The Emperor Throne techniques were mostly gathered in the hands of the Ten Celestial Venerables of the Heavenly Court. Why would the Ten Celestial Venerables teach him the Emperor Throne techniques they had painstakingly collected?
More importantly, his Embryonic Divine Hideout had no heavenly palace. The greatest advantage of the Great Heavenly Court Technique was the astonishing number of heavenly palaces, abundant spiritual power, and mastery of more Dao techniques.
"What do I do without a heavenly palace?" He couldn't help feeling troubled.
Not long after they left, the pool beneath the waterfall suddenly exploded. The divine dragon Qin Mu had visualized crawled out of the pool, shaking its head and wagging its tail. It sniffed around, caught Qin Mu's scent.
"Maha!"
The divine dragon was very happy. It leaped and bounded, walking a short distance before lying down to sniff the ground, tracking Qin Mu's scent all the way.
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