Chapter 8: The Horrific Divine Ability

  On the ground, those extremely weak runes bulged out one by one, and the cracks at the connections of the runes became more and more obvious.

  "Hum..." The Fumo Great Array was suddenly broken through by a violent force from the underground, and the fragmented golden runes were like flying flower rain, sprinkling across the sky.

  A deep red flame, with a long flowing tassel, rose from the ground and shot straight up into the sky!

  "The dragon rises to heaven and gathers wind and clouds, crushing the heavenly palace and slaying the gods!"

  Mushan listened to the majestic voice, like thunder booming in the sky, and the rolling angry shout, his face turned pale and said: "This is terrible."

  "Boom!" The flames shot out like a meteor, heavily striking the area near Mu Shan, sending Mu Shan's body flying up from the ground and blasting far away.

  Falling to the ground, Mu Shan had long forgotten what pain was, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of regret as he looked on. He watched as the dust in front of him gradually dispersed, revealing the figure of Jiang Shiping. The man was wearing a red robe with golden trim, and appeared to be around thirty years old. His face was rough and resolute, and he was currently tilting his head back and letting out a loud whistle.

  "Haha... This world is still as beautiful as ever, with a clear blue sky, scattered sunlight, and warm gentle breeze. For over 200 years, it hasn't changed one bit!"

  Mu Shan listened to Jiang Shiping's words, full of vicissitudes and desolation, and suddenly felt that his hatred for this man who had crawled from hell to the world of humans had decreased by a tiny bit.

  "He's actually still alive! This little demon's bloodline power is so formidable, it's probably even stronger than that of my ancestor Chi You! We can't let him stay!"

  Mushan's consciousness was somewhat dull and confused, on the verge of falling into a coma. However, he was jolted awake by Jiang Shiping and found himself near Changsheng and Fengxian. When his blurry vision made contact with the two people lying motionless on the ground, their lives hanging in the balance, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. It felt as if an icy cold current was rampaging through his body, so cold that it seemed to be freezing his very soul.

  Mushan wanted to shout loudly, but his heart ached with an unnamable pain, and he couldn't even make a sound.

  Mù Shān crept towards the two of them bit by bit, and when he touched Feng Xian's soft small hands, a huge pain and anger, like a furious wild beast, rampaged around in his heart.

  Mushan's body began to shake uncontrollably, bit by bit, struggling to crawl up from the ground, slowly turning his stiff head towards the sky.

  This child's temperament is so firm and resolute, and with such a terrifying bloodline on his body, given time, I fear that there will be few in the world who can rival him. Unfortunately, he has already taken an opposing stance, although it's beneath me, I still can't let him become a future threat!

  "Little demon, don't struggle anymore!" Jiang Shiping gazed coldly at the stubborn Mu Shan, his feet taking slow steps towards him. His left hand slowly rose, and a ring of pure blue flew silently from his wrist into his palm.

  Mu Shan, with a deep gaze full of endless anger and hatred, stared fixedly at the sky where Ying Fu was, completely disregarding Jiang Shi Ping behind him and the impending death.

  "Whoosh!" Just as Jiang Shiping was about to launch an attack, a sharp and unmatched cold gleam suddenly descended from the sky without warning, landing between Mu Shan and Jiang Shiping, stirring up clouds of dust.

  In the midst of flying dust, a blurry figure stood proudly, holding a 7-foot long knife upside down in his hand, and shouted in a thunderous voice: "Qinglong Altar, Qinglong, come to ask for your teachings!"

  Another one has come, and it's actually here. Why didn't it show up earlier? If it had, perhaps Changsheng and Fengxian wouldn't have...

  Mu Shan gave a cold glance at the person who suddenly appeared, and then again focused his gaze on Ying Fu in mid-air.

  Jiang Shìpíng watched the young man who walked out of the dust with a vigilant expression, and said in a condensed voice: "Qīng Lóng Tán?! Hēhē, indeed one by one are all arrogant. Qīng Lóng? Only the master of Qīng Lóng Tán can call himself Qīng Lóng, could it be that Luó Mì...

  "Luotan Zhu died over a hundred years ago. We warriors are different from you who practice Taoism and seek immortality. Our lifelong pursuit is like Huo Qubing, although it was only a brief moment of glory, but enough to leave a name in history, forever remembered for thousands of years. While you are like unknown ordinary people who live to be seventy or eighty years old, although your lifespan is long, but destined to be nameless!"

  The Azure Dragon's eyes were burning with intensity as he stared at Jiang Shiping, saying: "A descendant of Chi You, I've long heard of your great name. Unfortunately, we haven't had the chance to cross paths until now. Please, do enlighten me!"

  "Haha, warrior!" Jiang Shiping looked up and down at Qinglong, with a fierce battle intent burning in his eyes: "Although I want to compete with you, unfortunately, I just escaped from trouble, my strength is only one-tenth of what it was. If I were to fight you now, it would be belittling the reputation of the Qinglong Hall. Until another day, when my strength has recovered, I will come to the Qinglong Hall to learn from you. Farewell!"

  Jiang Shipei's eyes were still fixed tightly on Mu Shan, but unfortunately, there was a Qinglong in front of him blocking the way. He had no confidence that he could get through Qinglong's obstruction, so he could only retreat first and make other plans: "Winningshi Xiaozi, it's better to avoid this futile struggle!"

  Won back from Qinglong's appearance, he was secretly thinking of a way to retreat. Now that he heard Jiang Shiping's voice, he happily went along with it and said: "Hmph, stinky woman, you're lucky!"

  Wing Fook recalled the crimson law ring, flew up to Jiang Shiping's sky, and vigilantly stared at the green dragon, saying: "Today is really lively, it's rare to see big shots in peacetime, one by one like mushrooms after rain, I don't know what's going on again?"

  Jiang Shiping brushed off his sleeves and turned to leave: "The people of the world, what they're after is naturally the affairs of the world. It's all about fame, wealth, and power. Why bother seeking the root of it all?"

  Mu Shan saw that he was about to win again and wanted to leave, but somehow a surge of energy came from nowhere, and he stood up shakily.

  You gave me some kind of pill for no reason at all, and now I'm in so much pain it's like a thousand needles piercing my heart, the pain is unbearable.

  And also, they will beat Cháng Shēng Fèng Xiān and others to the point of being on the verge of death. How can he be let off scot-free? How can he be forgiven?

  Kill him, he must be killed, otherwise how can we account for Changsheng and Fengxian!

  The fierce killing intent bursting out of Mu Shan's body made even the Qing Long beside him feel secretly shocked and astonished, turning his head back to measure Mu Shan who was already at the end of his strength.

  In the distance, Mu Shan's overwhelming killing intent had locked onto Ying Fu, who was like a frog stared down by a venomous snake, with all his nerves stretched taut. With a furious hum, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and eliminate Mu Shan, this future strong enemy.

  "Go!" Jiang Shiping said in a low voice, as if it had nothing to do with him, and walked forward leisurely: "With Qinglong around, you can't kill him."

  "Hmph!" Although Rong Fu knew that was indeed the case, he felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife and it was extremely uncomfortable!

  "You can't escape..." In Mu Shan's eyes, which were a mix of red and white, the red flames gradually faded away, leaving only a pure white, as if all things in the world had become nothingness in his eyes.

  Mountains and all the people, at this moment in Mu Shan's eyes, have indeed changed their appearance, just like being composed of countless lines, without any color, leaving only pure black and white.

  Mushan gazed ahead at the Wufu, his body composed of countless black lines, and that strong heart within him was beating once again, with a "thumping" sound even audible in his ears.

  Mu Shan slowly stretched out his right hand, his coarse palm strangely disappearing bit by bit in the eyes of the crowd, as if it had entered another space!

  In the distance, Ying Fu's body stiffened and then turned its head in an unbelievable manner, staring fixedly at Mu Shan.

  Only Mu Shan's arm was seen, slowly stretching backwards, and the disappearing palm gradually appeared in everyone's line of sight.

  The mountain forest is quiet, as if even the wind has stopped its howling.

  Everyone held their breath and stared with wide eyes, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

  A faint scent of blood began to diffuse in the air.

  A touch of crimson, with Mu Shan's palm appearing, gradually unfolded in everyone's eyes!

  That was a still-beating heart, stark naked and inconceivably appearing in Mu Shan's palm!

  "Hah!" Mu Shan let out a delighted roar, his five fingers tightly clenched, and in front of everyone's eyes, he pinched the still-beating heart to a burst!