Chapter 1658: One Sword Cleaves, All Heroes Submit
"So you've finally decided to show your true colors?"
Tần Mục burst into laughter, raising his hand to overturn the dining table. But unexpectedly, the old man and old woman acted together, their four hands pressing down on the table. Tần Mục strained to flip it, yet failed to send the table flying!
"With us here, Seventh Young Master won't be flipping any tables!"
The old man and old woman smiled slightly, then their faces flushed red. Their four arms crackled and popped as they were nearly lifted off their feet by his strength. Both were inwardly shaken: "The seventh young master of the Mi La Palace—his physical strength is immense!"
These two were beings who had attained the Dao four or five cosmic epochs ago. Despite being sealed and suppressed here, they still possessed tremendous power—yet they had nearly been lifted by Tần Mục's toss!
Just as Tần Mục flipped the table, the little girl with pigtail braids who had been squatting under the tree noisily eating her bowl of rice flashed onto the tabletop and pressed the rising table back down.
The girl moved with nimble limbs. The bowl in her hand was empty, and she inverted it, slamming it down toward Tần Mục's face.
"I offered you a good meal, and you refused! Then today, you won't get any good meal at all!"
A blinding white expanse filled Tần Mục's vision. The space within the bowl contracted rapidly, everything before his eyes spinning—even his physical body and primordial spirit began to rotate along with it, as if trying to drag him into the bowl!
Tần Mục's vertical eye on his forehead opened wide, and a beam of violet Hồng Minh light shot forth. With a *ding*, it pierced through all the distorted space and struck the bottom of the bowl.
"You can use divine abilities?"
The girl's arm trembled from the impact, the bowl in her hand sent flying. She then stood on the tabletop, attacking Tần Mục with both hands and feet in a frenzy.
Tần Mục held the table with one hand while raising the other, using a single arm to receive the girl's assault.
His strength was tremendous—within a few exchanges, he sent the girl on the tabletop flying.
The girl grunted, shouting, "He can use divine abilities, and his physical body is absurdly strong too! Be careful, all of you!"
*Boom!*
The girl crashed into a great tree, shaking loose a burst of Dao radiance and Dao resonance from the tree—a spectacular display!
Behind Tần Mục, the woman sneered coldly: "Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit—Seventh Young Master is a man who debases himself!"
From somewhere she produced a wooden baton used for beating laundry, swinging it viciously at the back of Tần Mục's head!
A halo of light erupted behind Tần Mục's head, Hỗn Độn qi surging forth. Within the chaotic mist, a Hỗn Độn Hall stood tall, catching the baton with a resounding *clang*!
Meanwhile, across from Tần Mục, the pig-slaughtering youth called Tiểu Thương reached out and pulled the cleaver from the tabletop. The divine blade in hand, Tần Mục's hairs stood on end!
The one posing the greatest threat to him was not the old man, old woman, the woman, or the girl—but this youth!
These people were all within the seal of the eldest young master, their cultivation suppressed, rendering divine abilities unusable. They could only rely on physical strength.
And these individuals each clearly had their own methods of attaining the Dao, making their divine abilities all the more powerful. With divine abilities unusable, most of their skills were rendered useless—except for this one called Tiểu Thương, whose path was different. He was more like a being who had cultivated combat technique to its absolute limit, much like the butcher!
Of course, Tiểu Thương had not attained the Dao through combat techniques. Had he done so, the eldest young master's seal could never have suppressed him, nor contained him—he could have fought his way out with sheer physical power alone.
His combat techniques had not attained the Dao, yet his killing intent was so thick it even surpassed the Heavenly Fiend and the Demon-Slaying Mystic Blade. He should have attained the Dao through slaughter, cultivating the path of killing!
Even so, he had taken too many lives. His combat technique cultivation combined with the killing Dao made him arguably the most terrifying existence in the village!
Even with his cultivation suppressed by the eldest young master's seal, his strength was still enough to threaten Tần Mục!
With the blade in hand, his blood qi surged thick and fierce. Behind him manifested the vision of countless corpses drifting in a sea of blood!
Within that vision were Dao trees cleaved in two, Dao fruits split open, and the corpses of Dao attainers slain—a horrifying sight!
Tần Mục immediately ignored the charging pig. His palm turned over, and the Tribulation Sword appeared. He swept it horizontally to meet Tiểu Thương's descending blade.
The Heaven Capital Creation Chapter.
Tiểu Thương struck vertically; Tần Mục cut horizontally.
The moment this sword stroke was unleashed, everyone present changed expression drastically. The old man and old woman immediately stopped pressing down on the table. Their four hands struck out at Tần Mục simultaneously, arms flailing like a violent storm!
Even beneath the table, their four legs were kicking furiously at Tần Mục!
As they attacked, five great mineral veins suddenly materialized around Tần Mục—Thái Dịch, Thái Sơ, Thái Thủy, Thái Tố, Thái Cực—all five veins pressing down simultaneously, suppressing the two elders!
On the other side, the girl who had been knocked into the Dao tree immediately plucked a Dao fruit, bit her tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of Dao blood onto it. The power within the Dao fruit erupted, hurtling toward Tần Mục!
Where the Dao fruit flew, a great abyss of Quy Khư materialized, swallowing the fruit into its depths!
And the pig that had merged into one being rose up on its hind legs, standing upright. Its tusks jutted out, eyes like bronze bells, snout and mouth spewing fire, bristles sharp as steel needles. It reached out with its great hand, grabbed a Dao tree, and smashed it down at Tần Mục!
*Boom—*
Tần Mục remained seated unmoved, yet the World Tree manifested behind him, its canopy like a grand parasol blotting out the sky, blocking the pig's Dao tree!
The woman moved at lightning speed, her baton striking down madly, but no matter her boundless brute force, the Hỗn Độn Hall always stood before her, preventing her from getting close!
This sword stroke of Tần Mục's was like the arrival of the Dao itself—a complete great Dao unleashing all its potential!
And the potential of that great Dao was: chaos splits, heaven and earth open!
What is a Dao sword?
This is a Dao sword!
All the visions behind Tiểu Thương vanished completely, replaced by new ones!
It was as if heaven were splitting and earth were opening—a single beam of light dividing the sea of blood, and a new world being born along that vast, hazy line!
A line of blood appeared at his waist.
The Dao might contained within the Heaven Capital Creation Chapter erupted, its violent fluctuations surging in all directions, sending everyone flying!
The pig god braced the Dao tree, digging in with both feet, pouring all its strength into holding the tree—yet the tree and it were pushed back relentlessly, carving three deep furrows into the ground.
*Boom!*
It crashed into the house behind it, collapsing the structure entirely.
On the other side, the old man and old woman leaped into the air, shouting fiercely. Though aged, their limbs moved with astonishing speed, shattering the five-vein seal.
The two separated, each landing atop a Dao tree, murderous aura blazing, and cried out: "Thương Quân—"
The girl, meanwhile, had thrown herself into Tần Mục's Quy Khư great abyss. The next moment, she flew out with her Dao fruit, clothes disheveled, tumbling and rolling from the shockwave before barely stabilizing herself.
The woman held her baton horizontally before her, feet shuffling backward in retreat. Behind her, the ancient well for washing clothes suddenly erupted with light—the well water was actually Dao liquid and Dao dew, radiant as clouds, surging like a sea or tide.
"Thương Quân!"
Her face twisted with anguish. Barely managing to withstand the shockwave, she immediately looked toward Tiểu Thương.
She saw a thin line of red at Thương Quân's waist, Dao blood seeping out.
*Tap.*
The blade in his hand suddenly split cleanly in two, falling onto the tabletop, leaving only the hilt in his grip.
The pig god roared, charging forward with great strides. Stones flew and mud churned beneath its feet. Its body towering, it wielded the Dao tree with wide, sweeping strokes as it rushed at Tần Mục!
"Chu Tam Thông, no!" From the other two Dao trees, the old man and old woman shouted hurriedly.
The pig god leaped into the air, swinging the Dao tree down with all its might!
Tần Mục didn't even raise his head. The Tribulation Sword in his hand flashed *shua shua shua* toward the pig god. Beams of blood light burst through the air. Chu Tam Thông landed—front trotters in one basin, hind trotters in another, pig head in one basin, innards in another, and the tail sliced into neat sections.
There were also various plates and dishes, all sliced evenly.
Tần Mục picked up an empty dish with his other hand, shook his arm, and three Dao fruits dropped down, landing one by one on the plate.
The Dao tree crashed to the ground, taking root. The treasure tree's branches swayed, but the Dao fruits on it had vanished—cut down by Tần Mục's sword light and placed into the dish.
Tần Mục sheathed his sword, planting the Tribulation Sword with its scabbard beside him. He smiled: "Everyone, my culinary skills are quite decent too. How about I show you a thing or two?"
Chu Tam Thông's pig head faced Tần Mục directly, still alive. It said viciously: "Seventh Young Master of Mi La Palace, even your eldest brother couldn't kill us—that's why he suppressed us instead! You don't have that ability either!"
The girl shrieked: "You can use your cultivation and we can't—what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, release us and fight us fair and square! Little Ya could beat you to death with one hand!"
The woman hurried over to Thương Quân, checking his body. Thương Quân touched his stomach and shook his head: "No serious injury—just a cut on the skin. He held back."
His gaze was strange as it fell upon Tần Mục.
That sword stroke of Tần Mục's was truly terrifying—it had directly broken through his strongest killing technique, even cleaving his Dao-attainment blade in two with a single cut!
Yet when the sword passed across his waist, it had pulled its force, not delivering a killing blow.
Had the full power of that sword stroke erupted, he would surely have been split in two, experiencing in an instant the five stages of Hỗn Độn, Thái Sơ, Thái Thủy, Thái Tố, and Thái Cực, transforming into a heaven and earth—body dead, Dao extinguished!
The old man and old woman moved swiftly, sliding down from their respective Dao trees to examine his wounds. Finding nothing serious, they each breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Tam Thông's pig head rolled its eyes on the tabletop, but unable to move its skull to see Thương Quân, it called out: "Old Freak, what happened to Tiểu Thương? Did he kill him? Let's fight him to the death!"
The old man said: "He's not badly hurt—his injuries are lighter than yours."
The pig head relaxed, its pig eyes bulging as it stared at Tần Mục: "Damn it, so I ended up with the worst injuries! Seventh Young Master of Mi La Palace, how did you do it? Why can't I recombine?"
Tần Mục picked up his chopsticks and reached for a slice of pig ear. The woman quickly said: "Young Master, don't eat it. Chu Tam Thông has extraordinary abilities—he's cultivated an indestructible Dao body. If you eat any part of his flesh, he'll take shape inside you and cause havoc in your belly."
Tần Mục put the pig ear back and set down his chopsticks, surprised: "He has such an ability? I left sword-Dao wounds in his cuts to prevent him from recombining—could he still take shape inside my belly?"
The pig head said smugly: "This lord's abilities are beyond the comprehension of a little brat like you from Mi La Palace! This lord—"
Tần Mục's expression shifted slightly. He reached out and grabbed the Tribulation Sword's scabbard, his face darkening.
The old man quickly sat back down, laughing: "Seventh Young Master of Mi La Palace is a man of great magnanimity. Surely you won't lower yourself to argue with a pig? Young Master, please put the sword away. Put it away."
The pig head sneered: "Old Freak, what are you afraid of him for? Even the eldest young master couldn't kill us—"
Tần Mục snorted coldly. Suddenly his aura changed. Seated there, his entire being became like a stele!
In this heaven and earth, only one stele was missing. Now, the Hồng Minh primordial qi within Tần Mục's body transformed into Hồng Minh runes, precisely filling the missing slot. Instantly, everyone's expressions changed drastically!
The five people and one pig were dragged backward by a terrifying force. The next moment, their forms vanished entirely!
Tần Mục stood up and looked outside the village. There, the faces of the steles were like mirrors. Whether it was the old man and old woman, the girl and the woman, or Thương Quân and Chu Tam Thông—all were embedded within the mirrors, unable to move.
And Chu Tam Thông remained dismembered into eight pieces, his body incomplete.
Throughout the entire village, aside from Tần Mục, only the paralyzed man lying on the sickbed in the house had not been drawn into the steles.
"Although the eldest young master received the inheritance of the Mi La Palace master, I also have some understanding of his stele formation. Restraining you is not difficult for me."
Tần Mục dispersed the Hồng Minh rune sequence within his body and said: "Gentlemen, can we now have a proper conversation?"
Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, stepping down from the mirror faces of the steles, their expressions filled with shock and uncertainty.
"What does Seventh Young Master wish to discuss?" the old man asked.
Tần Mục produced the Thái Dịch Geography Chart and asked: "Have any of you seen this kind of geography?"
The old woman and old man examined it for a long time, then each shook their heads: "We've been suppressed for several cosmic epochs. We've never seen this chart."
The woman and the girl also shook their heads in turn.
Thương Quân suddenly spoke: "I've seen it. This is the Dao tree distribution chart of the ultimate void of the Sixteenth Epoch."
—Today is the college entrance examination. I wish all fellow Daoists success in overcoming their tribulation!
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