I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples
Chapter 1551 - Chapter 1551 Chapter 1551 Mu Fushengs Caution

Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Mu Fusheng’s Caution Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Mu Fusheng’s Caution If Mu Fusheng weren’t holding back in his attacks, could he still be called Mu Fusheng?

The two palms he had just struck on Shen Han’s chest and back not only inflicted injuries but had also placed talismans on both spots.

Between the two talismans, unexpectedly, two massive lightning hands reached out, seizing Shen Han’s limbs and restricting his movements!

Shen Han’s expression drastically changed, and, despite in the Divine Realm, he couldn’t break the two giant hands immediately.

Turning his head to see six Lightning Dragons bombarding him, Shen Han gritted his teeth.

He had no time to ponder why Mu Fusheng’s talismans were so powerful; unable to draw his sword quickly, he let out a great roar.

His sword intent swept toward the six dragons like a massive river!

At that moment, the immense sword intent collided with the six dragons.

Instantly, lightning surged wildly, filling the space like crisscrossing bolts, while the sword intent supported stubbornly like a steel wall, fending off the relentless assaults of the dragons!

Mu Fusheng spoke with an extremely indifferent face, his words laden with killing intent, “Can you block it…”

As he spoke, Mu Fusheng slowly raised his hand and lightly pointed a finger. At his fingertip, fine lightning crackled.

Yet it was this fine lightning that seemed to act as a fuse for the six dragons.

As Mu Fusheng pointed his finger, the fine lightning, like tiny snakes, invaded the bodies of the six dragons.

In just an instant, the dragons’ bodies grew somewhat larger; opening their mouths, a series of dragon roars thundered across the sky and earth!

Shen Han’s complexion dramatically changed as he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The Sword Intent Great Wall, formed from massive sword intent, cracked at that instant!

Bursts of the power of thunder seeped through these cracks, continuously invading Shen Han’s body.

Even though he was surprised that Mu Fusheng could forcefully elevate himself to the Second Level of Thunder Tribulation using the talismans, it merely put him on the same level as Shen Han!

Why was it so strenuous even to fully resist the opponent’s attack?

While he was pondering this, the six dragons roared furiously again, and lightning squeezed continuously from the cracked Sword Intent Great Wall.

With a subtle “crack,” the Sword Intent Great Wall was shattered in an instant.

At the same time, the six dragons hadn’t vanished and were rushing toward Shen Han again!

With the intent to completely tear him to pieces!

However, Shen Han was no ordinary man; during the time the Sword Intent Great Wall resisted the dragons’ collisions, Shen Han finally managed to break free from the talismans’ bind.

Clenching his teeth, he formed a seal.

The Longsword hanging by his waist was drawn in that moment, then started revolving around Shen Han, forming a protective net of sword qi, entangling like a cocoon.

When the six dragons struck it.

The huge cocoon was blasted away!

The dragons constantly eroded the sword qi threads!

Boom!

Until it was smashed down to the ground.

The originally solid ground was now also broken into countless cracks, with the giant cocoon embedded in them.

The dragons dissipated, morphing back into six ancient divine lightning bolts surrounding Mu Fusheng.

The cocoon embedded in the ground also began to crack.

Shen Han, covered in blood, was revealed.

He gripped the longsword tightly, his face full of terror as he stared at Mu Fusheng.

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, the sound of metal shattering echoed throughout the space.

Shen Han looked at his longsword with a vacant expression.

The longsword… it was actually breaking inch by inch!

To think, this was a high-grade divine sword!

Shen Han, holding the hilt of what was once a sword, climbed out of the pile of rubble and, as Mu Fusheng approached him with an indifferent expression, gritted his teeth and said, “Even if you kill me, the Immortal Realm… will not let you go.”

“At the same time, those with you are probably already dead.”

His breath was chaotic; he had drained most of his Divine Energy resisting with all his strength and was now severely injured, barely clinging to life.

Mu Fusheng could easily kill him!

Hearing Shen Han’s words, killing intent flashed fiercely in Mu Fusheng’s eyes.

“You should not have further provoked me at this moment,” Mu Fusheng said, his face full of murderous intent as he walked up to Shen Han. “If not for this, you might have lasted a few more rounds against me.”

Perhaps Shen Han underestimated–or rather, he did not understand at all what the sect brothers meant to Mu Fusheng.

Since he had joined the sect and been through so many things with the brothers of The Cottage.

Mu Fusheng’s caution had gradually become not just for himself.

He might not have realized that in situations involving his sect brothers, or whenever they were doing something, Mu Fusheng always placed his caution second.

His caution was not for himself anymore but for his brothers at The Cottage.

Watching Mu Fusheng’s slightly fierce expression, Jiu Bailu could not help but smile helplessly, “Only when his brothers are in trouble will he fully unleash the power he should have.”

But… upon further thought.

Was this really all of Mu Fusheng’s strength?

Jiu Bailu was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a smile.

Though his eyes could see some cause and effect, they were not enough to fully perceive Mu Fusheng’s strength.

As these words were spoken, Shen Han suddenly burst into loud laughter while staring at Mu Fusheng.

“What’s the use? Even if I die, you… and the entire Mortal Realm cannot possibly survive smoothly. The Immortal Realm will not allow anyone to threaten its dominance.”

Mu Fusheng did not respond; he thought it crucial to quickly deal with Shen Han then hasten to where his eldest senior brother was, as dangers might occur.

Without further thought, Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together, then pushed them apart, the six ancient divine lightnings forming the Destructive World Long Spear, which he thrust unhesitatingly towards Shen Han!

Shen Han’s eyes narrowed slightly.

At the critical moment, his interspatial ring flashed, and an array scroll flew out and unfolded–a defensive barrier manifested, astonishingly stopping the Destructive World Long Spear!

Then, Shen Han’s body began to swell!

Beside him, Qi Wu, who had transformed into a Qilin, roared, “No good, he’s going to blow up his body to let his soul escape the Ascending God Ruins!”

“Heh, even knowing this, what can you do? This scroll is above the divine…”

However, before he could finish, Shen Han’s smile froze as he stared, dumbfounded, at the huge bloody hole in his chest penetrated by lightning.

“Why?”

Behind him, a grey lightning flickered.

Mu Fusheng’s expression was indifferent, “Did you think I only had six ancient divine lightnings?”