Chapter 32 — First Sight of the World-Quelling Spear in the Desolate City

Such a terrifying sword formation Shen Mu had never seen before, nor even dared to imagine!

Once the sword formation unleashed, it could likely destroy Yincan Village! The village head still leaned against the stretcher, his expression barely changing before the terrifying sword formation. He said softly, "Blind Elder.

" The Blind Elder raised his head, face tilted upward, as if observing the mysteries of the Lan River Water Dragon Formation—but his eye sockets were empty, devoid of eyeballs.

How could he see?

Countless sharp swords shrieked, as if the furious dragon had bared its savage side, pressing down upon Yincan Village from the sky! The Blind Elder lifted his bamboo staff with one hand and pointed it at the countless incoming blade-lights, softly intoning, "I have the skill to slay dragons—today I break the Lan River—" Ding.

A clear, resonant clash drowned out all the shrieking of the swords. Then the silver dragon in midair, which seemed capable of destroying everything, went rigid—and with a splash, countless swords fell like rain, thudding into the ground.

The Blind Elder lightly flicked his bamboo staff upward, and the small Lan River formed of water was actually lifted by that single staff. Then the river collapsed, unable to hold the shape of a great river, and sheets of water fell from the sky.

The Blind Elder's intonation continued without cease as he strode through the water, the soles of his feet never touching its surface, his bamboo staff darting here and there. One Lan River expert was tapped once, his brow exploding as the staff tip burst out the back of his skull.

Another raised a hand to block, but the bamboo staff pierced through his palm and then through his chest.

The Blind Elder walked from the head of the Lan River to its tail, corpses falling from the air behind him. Then he came face to face with Ling Hanchuan. The two figures crossed, and in that instant Shen Mu could not clearly see how many times they had clashed or how many divine abilities they had unleashed.

Ling Hanchuan landed and took two steps forward. And the Blind Elder's words, "today I break the Lan River"—the word "river" had just left his lips, its sound not yet fallen. "Blind Elder, I know who you are.

I never thought you would hide here, and never thought that after your eyes were destroyed you could still possess such strength! " As Ling Hanchuan spoke these words, his face suddenly turned pale. He sat down before the village head and said softly, "Our Lan River Sword Sect lives by the river.

Our custom is water burial; our dead must not see earth.

I beg you, Brother Dao, to grant this. " The village head nodded slightly. "Rest assured, the river is right at the door. " "To have seen the divine spear—I die without regret!

" Ling Hanchuan breathed his last, a smile on his face.

Shen Mu circled behind him and was startled.

Ling Hanchuan's skull was open, a great hole pierced through the back of his head.