Chapter 137 — The Young Sovereign Lord Meets the Daoist Sect
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His Wheel-Hewing Seal collapsed at once. Daozi Lin Xuan knew things had gone badly; the next instant his chest took several cuts in succession, blood showed on his breast, and his body flew backward.
He had borrowed the force to fly, and was still calm and unhurried; threads of dust bored into the green dragon, shooting out in every direction, and at last destroyed the great dragon.
The green dragon burst apart and in the blink of an eye became hundreds of slender swords of primal qi, which in another blink gathered themselves again and, with a boom, stabbed into the earth.
"Damn!"
Daozi Lin Xuan pressed his palm downward. As his palm pressed, countless dust threads drove into the ground and lifted his body, so that he did not touch the earth.
With dust threads for feet he ran through the air like the wind—and beneath him a green dragon burst up from the ground, then boomed back down into it, then burst up again, and again plunged into the earth. And each time the green dragon broke the surface, Shen Mu's foot landed precisely upon its head, following hard after Daozi Lin Xuan in the air.
Shen Mu flicked his fingers again and again—Finger-Snap Thunderclap—and amid the rolling thunder music swelled mightily. Daozi Lin Xuan's expression changed drastically: "It's bad. He has taken the initiative. There is nothing for it but to use the Daoist sect's foundational sword art!"