Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

Chapter 916

Soul Sundering Finger and Omnidirectional Obliteration

“They have to die all because you trapped us here, Mu Yu,” Qian Shange admonished.

Mu Yu refused to give in to their threats and defuse the cage.

Qian Shange gave Pill Cauldron Sects’ frightened disciples a smirk. “Relax. We have what it takes now that we’ve modified ourselves using Ascension Realm cultivators’ blood. Even if we don’t have enough, we can use these pitiful fools as sacrificial goods for Original Blood Reversal.”

“I’ll be sure to reunite you with your predecessors,” Mu Yu threatened, suppressing his rage over Daoists Hong Yi and Hong Yuan’s deaths.

Mu Yu activated the active formation shrouding his body, blasting Qian Shange and Wan Shuiyao. Wan Shuiyao started a symphony with his twelve red beads, Qian Shange following along with his twelve red beads. Their beads conjured undulating red rings around them, claws ejecting out as hands to decelerate Mu Yu’s blast.

Wan Shuiyao swiftly repositioned his beads behind Mu Yu, unsheathing blades in the shape of a beast’s horns from them, catching Mu Yu in a pincer attack with Qian Shange.

Mu Yu spawned twelve eight trigram diagrams to catch the twelve blades, spinning the yin yang symbol at the centre to fire out green swords from their centre. Mu Yu hunted Wan Shuiyao once he vanquished the twelve blades, returning the favour as he performed a pincer attack.

Wan Shuiyao linked up his twelve beads, manifesting phantoms orbiting around him, shielding him from Mu Yu’s retaliation.

Qian Shange vaulted, then crossed his hands. He extended his right index finger and folded the other four fingers, concentrating his soul energy to his finger, prompting his eleven red beads to mimic his movement. A layer of red energy shrouded the sky, gradually morphing into a titanic hand, over three hundred metres high, that mimicked his hand position.

“Soul Style Luo Sound – Soul Sundering Finger!” belted Qian Shange, bringing the colossal hand down on Mu Yu.

Mu Yu summoned Primordial Yin Yang back to him upon noticing the finger packing enough power to even compress oxygen. He summoned Shadow Splitter Sword to his right hand to launch qi from it, imbuing the qi with yin and yang qi in addition to an eight trigrams formation on the sword tip.

Those watching held their breath as Mu Yu and Qian Shange collided, waiting for the result, which came in the form of qi baking the startled air, an indiscriminate explosion that would usurp nature’s rule on the clouds.

Mu Yu’s eight trigram formation decelerated upon impact, cracking once it slowed to a certain pace.

“Mu Yu lost? Is Third Heaven Palace so overpowering?” grieved Daoist Yun Dan, watching Mu Yu’s formation crumble.

“No, look at Qian Shange,” Daoist Yuan Hua pointed out.

As Qian Shange’s finger turned to harmless mist, Mu Yu’s formation revved up its engine again, catapulting a second blast of qi through the mist, stinging Qian Shange’s chest.

“Argh!” cried Qian Shange, suffering from Mu Yu’s venomous attack that started to purge his insides.

While the two duked it out, Wan Shuiyao used the time to surround Mu Yu inside the circle of his twelve beads, absorbing spiritual qi into them. “Soul Style Luo Sound – Omnidirectional Obliteration!” announced Wan Shuiyao, firing twelve picks from the beads.

Mu Yu had no item to dodge, therefore pulling Shadow Splitter Sword back as he cast Contiguous Horizon Formation on himself. Unfortunately, he stopped only two picks for their force penetrated through, forcing him to teleport out of the siege. Even so, his right arm was bloodied. Had it not been for his black and white spiritual energy excreting the red energy, it would have corroded all of his blood.

Wan Shuiyao returned to check on Qian Shange. “How are you?”

“I swear I’ll rip him limb from limb!” Qian Shange erupted, on the cusp of death.

“I warned you not to take him lightly.”

Wan Shuiyao never took his eyes off Mu Yu for a second despite aiding Qian Shange. Wan Shuiyao needed Qian Shange to have a chance against Mu Yu; the proof was in the pudding.

“There’s something odd about his qi. I think he stole my vitality, so I need to replenish my soul energy,” stated Qian Shange, sending his pills toward Pill Cauldron Sect’s disciples.

Mu Yu fought with the pain, swinging again to thwart the attack.

“Your opponent is me!” Wan Shuiyao propelled himself forwards to buy Qian Shange time.

Supreme Swordsman of the Nine Heavens

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