I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples
Chapter 1332 - Chapter 1332 Chapter 1332 Acting Explodes (23)

Chapter 1332: Chapter 1332: Acting Explodes (2/3) Chapter 1332: Chapter 1332: Acting Explodes (2/3) Placed within the Nine Dragon Divine Dynasty, the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison indeed seemed somewhat insufficient.

However, this was also because Mu Fusheng had not utilized the ancient divine lightning but had merely applied the ordinary power of thunder.

Under Cang Ming’s Blood Tooth Blade, one of the peaks was directly pierced through.

The onlookers, seeing how easily Cang Ming had broken through Mu Fusheng’s attack, couldn’t help but frown.

This person’s strength didn’t seem very strong, so why would both the Crown Prince and Your Highness value him so highly?

Even the Holy Son Xuan Ming was somewhat puzzled for a moment.

Would Jiu Bailu really value such a person?

Or does he possess some other special qualities?

Looking again at Jiu Bailu and the Crown Prince, they saw that the expressions of the two had not changed at all.

At this moment in the arena,

Cang Ming snorted coldly, “Not interesting at all, since this is all the strength you have, let’s end it quickly.”

With that, he grasped the hilt of the Blood Tooth Blade with both hands, one in front and one behind, slightly bent his knees, and with a step forward of his right foot, he heavily stomped on the red carpet.

A surge of blood-red aura burst out instantaneously!

Behind him, it condensed into a headless blood shadow holding a great blade!

The overwhelming blood qi, if not for the barrier of the dragon and phoenix zither, might have even shattered the dome of the sky.

The people around shook their heads slightly at the sight.

With this move executed by Cang Ming, if Mu Fusheng only had the strength he had just shown, he likely couldn’t withstand this blade.

Everyone’s gaze was on Mu Fusheng, wanting to see how he would proceed.

Would he directly admit defeat?

Or choose to withstand Cang Ming’s Blood Shadow Mad Blade?

Mu Fusheng’s face turned serious as he slightly lifted his head to look at the headless blood shadow.

He took a small step back and began forming seals with his hands.

The remaining seven lightning peaks began to move and, soon under the infusion of endless thunder power, shielded Mu Fusheng behind them.

Seeing Mu Fusheng take a step back, Cang Ming noted it and his lips curled into a cold smile, “Do you think these turtle shells can protect you?”

With that, he grabbed the Blood Tooth Blade and violently chopped down towards Mu Fusheng!

Simultaneously, the headless blood shadow behind him, holding the mad blade, made the same motion.

The mad blade arrived, pressing down on the seven lightning peaks like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

Even with the separation of the dragon and phoenix zither, some people close by could still smell the pervasive scent of blood.

How many people had been killed, and how many had become the souls of the dead under Cang Ming’s blade to have condensed such an immense volume of blood qi?

However, no one pondered this at the moment, instead focusing their gaze on the seven lightning peaks.

When the Blood Shadow Mad Blade hit the first lightning peak,

as expected, within just two breaths, the peak emitted a sound of cracking under the strain, and the Blood Tooth Blade penetrated deep into the lightning peak!

As Cang Ming stepped forward, that lightning peak directly turned into dust!

Behind the lightning peak, Mu Fusheng grunted, bracing his hands in front of him as if he was under considerable pressure, and took a step backward.

Behind him, both Blackie and Fang Qiong were speechless.

He really knew how to play his part…

If they hadn’t been aware of some of Mu Fusheng’s abilities, they might have been fooled by this impeccable acting too.

In contrast, the Crown Prince looked somewhat strangely at this scene.

How could this seem so real?

Could it be that Mu Fusheng truly had no strong abilities and had merely borrowed external forces last time to unleash an aura that even the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword feared?

Meanwhile, Jiu Bailu merely smiled faintly, a glint of gold that was hard for ordinary people to notice twinkled in the depths of his eyes as he looked at Mu Fusheng.

This golden light seemed capable of perceiving everything.

Cang Ming’s Blood Shadow Mad Blade hadn’t stopped, and the headless shadow behind him continuously chopped at those lightning peaks with his greatsword!

Just in these brief moments, only two of the remaining six lightning peaks were left!

Mu Fusheng’s complexion visibly turned pale.

His breath started to become unsteady.

Cang Ming, while pressing forward with the blood-toothed blade, sneered, “I am somewhat embarrassed, to be honest. I hadn’t expected your strength to be so weak, it seems I am bullying the less powerful.”

“Why don’t you just concede? If you concede now you might not get hurt, and I will also stop my blade.”

Mu Fusheng’s lips trembled, and he said nothing.

His gaze, in Cang Ming’s view, did not seem willing to concede.

Thus, Cang Ming sneered, “You do have some courage.”

As soon as he had spoken, Cang Ming let out a low shout.

Another lightning peak responded by splitting!

However, the moment the last lightning peak came into Cang Ming’s view, his expression instantly changed.

His pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widening in shock!

Before him, this lightning peak was unexpectedly covered in talismans, applied at some unknown time.

On those talismans, a vast amount of the power of thunder had converged into a great thunder net.

The thunder net that had formed trapped Cang Ming within it.

Simultaneously, within the lightning peak, streaks of lightning burst forth!

A destructive thunder force began gathering power with the explosive brilliance of those talismans.

Cang Ming’s face turned to horror, trapped under the thunder net, knowing even if he broke through this net, he could not avoid the force from the exploding talismans of the lightning peak.

And he would miss the best opportunity to defend.

On instinct, Cang Ming shouted lowly, and the headless shadow positioned itself in front of him, sword held crosswise.

Cang Ming also held the blood-toothed blade across his chest.

Under everyone’s shocked gazes.

Thunder flashed with a bang!

Boom boom boom!

The deep thunderous roar echoed through the entire hall, and even everyone in the palace could see lightning spilling out continuously from within the hall!

For a full twenty breaths’ time, the lightning slowly began to dissipate.

In the hall, everyone slowly opened their eyes, staring intently at the center of the red carpet.

There, the figures of Cang Ming and Mu Fusheng appeared.

The headless blood shadow had dissipated, Cang Ming’s clothing was torn to shreds, revealing the raw red flesh underneath.

His breath was even more unstable.

In contrast, Mu Fusheng, with his breath ragged and body trembling, knelt on the ground, his body was also covered in numerous wounds.

Cang Ming’s face darkened, “Despicable, to resort to external objects!”

Mu Fusheng sneered, “I am a talisman master, all these talismans were inscribed by me, how is that despicable?”

Cang Ming snorted coldly, “Relying on such tricks, you’ve only managed to trade wound for wound, next I can still make another strike, how will you withstand my final blow?”

Mu Fusheng took a deep breath, trembling as he forced himself to stand, then smiled pointing at Cang Ming’s feet.

Cang Ming looked down and saw that around his feet, were already covered with talismans!

“Your strength is stronger than mine, but it seems you’re a bit too arrogant.”

Mu Fusheng squinted at Cang Ming, saying, “If you think you can withstand these few talismans, then I will admit defeat.”