581: Chapter 387: One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws_3 581: Chapter 387: One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws_3 Shinobu desperately tried to activate her sacred artifact, but to no avail – it was completely suppressed and she was unable to break free.
At this mont, Owen Bertram’s two fingers were already striking through the air, and a powerful sword qi set off the “Ancient Emperor Nine Swords.” With a grand and mighty deanor, it targeted Shinobu’s brow.
Shinobu quickly gave up on her Flying Sword, and instead spread a luminous Array before her, where faint waves of the vast ocean surged and rioted within.
As the sword qi entered the Array, it seed to sink into an endless ocean.
Layer by layer, the surging water interfered and blocked it.
Just as Shinobu prepared to counterattack, she suddenly saw a bizarre little bug crawling towards her!
For so unknown reason, Shinobu felt as if she absolutely could not let this thing get close to her.
Like a normal girl seeing a bug, she exclaid in terror and retreated.
The Insect Lord suddenly grew gigantic and aggressively pursued her, its form ferocious and hideous.
Owen Bertram roared, “Aren’t you going to use that power?
Your chance is slipping away.”
Before Shinobu could respond, the Great Seal Apparition fell from the sky, unleashing a force that seed to solidify everything.
For a mont, Shinobu felt as though she was stuck in a viscous substance.
She clenched her teeth and rolled her eyes upward, her pupils vanishing, leaving only a pair of pale and horrifying eyes.
At the sa ti, she muttered an incantation in the ancient language of Sang Island.
Each syllable had a vast difference from the language of the Human Race used today, as if it was communicating with an ancient demonic god.
In the void, a terrifying power was transmitted and descended upon Shinobu’s body.
Her frail figure seed unable to bear this power, and underwent a rapid change – her muscles bulged, her bones thickened, tearing her clothes in so places.
In an instant, the delicate and fragile Sangdao Woman disappeared, and thick facial hair even grew on her cheeks!
The shocking sight made the Emperor shrink back onto the Dragon Throne.
He lost interest – he wanted to watch a beauty fight, not a monster.
Just monts earlier, the Emperor had imagined Shinobu within an indescribable scenario with himself.
But now, all lustful thoughts were dispelled, leaving only a trace of disgust in his heart.
…
In the East Sea of Wood Dynasty, a gigantic Iron Ship sailed atop the deep blue waves.
Unlike the warships from Owen Bertram’s previous life, this ship was 300 ters long and shaped like a sea dragon.
A huge dragon head was carved at the bow with a concealed nozzle embedded within, hinting at a terrifying hidden attack.
The ship’s tail was a dragon tail too, seemingly soft and yet as hard as iron.
It occasionally swayed gracefully in the ocean, proving to be a fierce weapon that could lash and strike enemy ships during battle.
Giant “dragon scales” covered both sides of the ship’s hull.
As the sea breeze and waves changed, the scales would open and close accordingly, taking advantage of the surrounding natural forces to sail the ship.
This colossal ship road the sea alone, staying within a certain distance of the Wood Dynasty’s shoreline.
At the top of the huge dragon head stood a person wearing traditional Sangdao clothing.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a well-proportioned body that seed like a perfect creation by the heavens themselves.
Behind her on the ship’s deck, three hundred loyal warriors stood guard.
The waves grew turbulent as a massive storm approached in the distance, slowly enveloping them.
One of the warriors stepped forward and bowed: “National Teacher, please go back to the cabin and rest.”
The beautiful Sangdao National Teacher shook her head gently: “Without a result, my heart is uneasy.
My Master wagered everything on this, and I have inherited his will, waiting for six hundred years.
All hinges on this!
The closer we are to the Wood Dynasty, the more power I can lend to Shinobu, and the greater chance of success.”
The warrior replied, “The National Teacher’s plan is ticulous and flawless.
The Wood Dynasty is unguarded and success is certain.
There is no need for excessive worry.”
The beautiful National Teacher said nothing more, but remained still atop the dragon head.
Although she herself felt that there shouldn’t be any accidents, how could she be overly confident when the nation’s fate was at stake and celestial fortune ever unpredictable?
As the storm arrived, a gigantic thunderbolt roared, setting off fierce winds and heavy rain, which battered the ship and churned the ocean waves.
The National Teacher’s eyes brightened, sensing a certain call: “It’s here!”
…
Outside the Hundredfold Path of the Imperial Library, Owen Bertram saw Shinobu, who resembled a ghost or demon, and laughed loudly, declaring, “Today, I will show the people of Sang Island that the Cultivation path they chose in the remote and barbaric lands is nothing but a dead end!”
“The Great Path lies within oneself, not external objects!”
A Flying Sword soared into the sky, and Owen Bertram perford the “Sword God Skill,” aiming directly at Shinobu!
Kawashima Yosuke, who had been tense the whole ti, finally relaxed as he felt the true power of the National Teacher within Shinobu.
“The National Teacher truly possesses Heavenly Vertical Genius.
It’s the technique of cultivating a divine spirit, and she can effortlessly lend her power to Shinobu.”
In Sang Island, the National Teacher was synonymous with miracles.
The previous National Teacher chose a woman as his successor before his passing, which caused an uproar on Sang Island, yet within a few years, she had used various “miracles” to silence her critics one after another, gradually establishing an unrivaled and omnipotent image.
Now, for the people of Sang Island, the involvent of the National Teacher ant that everything was settled.
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