New Chapter: Truly Blown Apart

Wang Xuan manifested the Time Sword, Void Sword, and Heart Sword, severing karma and shredding the entire landscape painting world. The fishing rod broke, and the old fisherman dissolved as well.

Mu Qingyun was covered in blood, his body riddled with bloody holes. The sword light fired from the three manifested immortal swords had nearly annihilated both his body and soul.

Even his head had a bloody hole, pierced through by the Heart Sword. His primordial spirit had been nailed by a sword, and he lay sprawled over Fu Dao Ox's back, once immobilized.

Wang Xuan pressed forward, intending to finish him off. He raised his right hand, and Dao patterns twisted, slicing open the void.

Fu Dao Ox was indeed extraordinary. In that hair's-breadth instant, its four hooves waded through the star river amid fragments of time, performing a soul dance as it shifted heaven and earth and escaped.

Wang Xuan took one step, like lightning shining straight into the clouds. With the horizon brought within arm's reach, he arrived in an instant.

Fu Dao Ox was extremely unusual. Threads of Dao charm flowed from it, healing Mu Qingyun, restoring his consciousness, and freeing his pierced primordial spirit from the Heart Sword's radiance.

At the same time, a tattooed painting flew from its back, blocking Wang Xuan's path.

Tattoo Palace disciples, beyond their usual arts, loved tattoos. They inscribed scripture and Dao charm upon their bodies, making them profoundly mysterious.

Wang Xuan stared ahead without speaking.

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a man borrowing a bull's power. Could this fellow be a cowherd, with the ox as the master?

Taking advantage of that fleeting moment, Mu Qingyun returned from the dead and swiftly recovered. Yet his pupils contracted sharply—he had nearly been slain!

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