The Divine Martial Stars Chapter 648
Chapter 649 I’m Back
In Dao Lan’s hands, the ancient stone sword with gleaming silver patterns let out a long-suppressed roar.
Shan Yunxiu gazed at her lover in a daze.
“This is him.
“This is the man he used to be.
“He, is back,” she thought to herself.
Wei Ximin grinned ferociously. Staring at Dao Lan, he said, “Back then, you were no match for me. Now, you are still not my rival. I will once again trample you under my feet and bring you to see what a real genius is, and what real pride is… Kill!”
With his entire body wrapped in the black mist, he pointed his finger at Dao Lan.
“Demon Abyss’s Heaven-devouring Finger… One finger devours heaven and earth!”
A solid-looking demonic black snake coiled around his fingertip, sticking out its red tongue.
The world-devastating demonic energy swirled around him.
“Ride the white crane in the misty rain!”
Dao Lan thrust forward the ancient stone sword in his hand.
He had used the same sword technique before. That time, Wei Ximin easily crushed him.
But this time, when he made this move again, it was drizzling in the sky. And an indescribable kind of sadness and beauty rose in the hearts of those who saw this sword strike.
A blood-curdling scream rang out.
Wei Ximin retreated as if he was dodging a snake or a scorpion.
His fingertip had been cut off by that sword light.
He was defeated in one move.
How could this be?
“I don’t believe this.” Wei Ximin looked at his broken finger, and the expression on his face became more and more savage.
Dao Lan was in no mood to talk.
He waved his ancient stone sword again.
“The Southern Dynasty’s 19 provinces are blurred by the misty rain.”
He used the same sword style again.
Dao Lan’s body movement and bearing had thoroughly changed. When he once again performed the same sword style, he looked like a peerless calligrapher and painter walking with an umbrella in the misty rain. The sword in his hand was his brush.
His sword moved as imposingly as a dragon or a serpent.
The power of this sword style shocked both the gods and the ghosts.
Wei Ximin looked hysterical now. “Demon Abyss’s Heaven-devouring Finger… Shake the Sky with two fingers!”
He pointed at Dao Lan with two fingers. It was as if heaven and earth were hit by his two fingers. The world trembled, about to fall apart.
Blood sprayed in all directions.
Two broken fingers flew up along with the blood.
Wei Ximin stumbled back as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The two moves he had displayed were his most prized pointing techniques.
He even did not know how many fierce enemies he had killed with the Demon Abyss’s Heaven-devouring Finger.
However, after casting the two moves this time, he only had two fingers left on his right hand.
Realizing the huge disparity, a wave of helplessness washed over him.
This was worse than killing him.
“I don’t believe it… You moron, how could you arrogantly wish to get the better of me? No way! It can only happen in your dreams!” Wei Ximin stared at Dao Lan and yelled. He had completely lost control.
His young and handsome face had been twisted by wrath, so now he looked like the most hideous devil.
“Demon Abyss’s Heaven-devouring Fingerthree fingers…” he growled.
However, a sword went straight through his chest and also blocked his third strike.
It was that ancient stone sword.
The sword hilt was grasped in Dao Lan’s hand.
“Hiss…” Blood gushed out of Wei Ximin’s mouth despite himself.
He gawked at Dao Lan in disbelief.
Dao Lan said calmly, “By making the first two moves, I was trying to tell you that the real South Dynasty’s Misty Rain Sword was enough to crush your Demon Abyss’s Heaven-devouring Finger. And by this sword strike, I want to make you realize that today’s you are already vulnerable in front of me. I can kill you as easily as killing a chicken.”
He put a foot on Wei Ximin’s chest and kicked him to the ground.
Then he slowly drew the ancient stone sword out.
“You… ahh…” Wei Ximin still attempted to struggle. Yet, the Misty Rain Sword Intent that had flowed into his body when the ancient stone sword pierced his body instantly destroyed his natural qi, meridians, and Dantian, completely incapacitating him. Unable to gather any strength at all, he could only fall to the ground in defeat.
Dao Lan stumped on Wei Ximin’s chest, looking down at him condescendingly, and said, “Today, I will send you, a twisted butcher with hands drenched in blood, to meet your doom.”
The tip of the ancient stone sword was aimed at Wei Ximin’s forehead.
With death looming over his head, the anger and trepidation on Wei Ximin’s face gradually dissipated.
“Well, do it. Haha… I… I’ve given you back everything I’ve taken from you.” He laughed frenetically. Then, with his eyes locked on Dao Lan, he urged, “Do it. Give me the dignity and glory I deserve.”
At the last moment of his life, Wei Ximin seemed to have recovered his composure.
Dao Lan shook his head and corrected him word by word, “You’re wrong. You didn’t give it back to me, but I took it back by myself. These are two entirely different matters.”
The disdain and contempt in his eyes deeply stung Wei Ximin’s originally peaceful mind.
“As for the last dignity and glory?” Dao Lan sneered. “Haha, do you deserve to have them?”
Wei Ximin suddenly flailed violently again. “Why don’t I deserve these? What did you say? After all, I defeated you before. You used to be my defeated opponent. I…”
Before he could finish his words
The ancient stone sword thoroughly pierced through his skull.
The Sword Intent extinguished all his vitality.
“I… I can’t accept it! I can’t!”
Wei Ximin wriggled and screamed at the last moment of his life.
Nonetheless, everything had come to an end.
Dao Lan slowly pulled the ancient stone sword out. Standing in front of Wei Ximin’s body, he then picked up the corner of Wei Ximin’s black robe and wiped off the blood on his sword.
After many twists and turns, this great war was finally over.
Dao Lan turned round to face Li Mu and made a deep bow.
Li Mu laughed.
Back then, he just felt that Dao Lan was a man that he could not see through. But he never thought that this man had such a soul-stirring story.
And today, this top genius of the Dark Yellow Army finally retrieved the long-lost glory.
Now, Dao Lan’s cultivation was already half a step away from the King Realm. With his sword, he alone was able to overawe the entire Brilliance Immortal Star Region. Even though the Ziwei Star Zone was rather vast, there was no place in the star zone that he could not go explore.
Shan Yunxiu was so happy that she burst into tears. Standing aside, she gently wrapped her arms around Dao Lan.
All the suffering and torture had finally dissipated.
“Haha, Amitayus Buddha. Old buddy, we met again.” The old Taoist appeared on the Sword of Freedom and winked at Li Mu.
Li Mu recognized that the wretched-looking Taoist was exactly one of the many spectators who watched him do the stone gamble at the Star Posthouse of the Gold Sun Sect that day. Based on his voice, Li Mu could tell that he was also the wretched-looking Celestial Master hiding in the mass of Primeval Qi in the sky during the battle of the Star Wind City.
As he had expected, those Taoists he met were actually the same person.
“Senior.” Li Mu saluted in return.
The old Taoist said facetiously, “Hey, don’t, don’t, don’t do this. We are almost at the same level now. Don’t call me senior. Just call me Big Celestial Bro.”
“Big Celestial Bro?
“Does it have to be such a flippant name?” Li Mu thought with awkwardness.
At this time, the figure in the black cloak also landed on the deck of the Sword of Freedom.
“We meet again.”
His voice was quite peculiar, which sounded like two moss-covered Primordial Stones rubbing against each other.
Li Mu’s eyes lit up. “It’s you?”
The black-cloaked figure turned out to be that mysterious stall owner in black selling Primordial Stones in the market of the Gold Town.
“Turns out that you are also a member of the Dark Yellow Army. Isn’t that…” Li Mu was very surprised.
In other words, the black-cloaked stall owner who even had a divine-level Primordial Stone was also a sinner, wasn’t he?
Something suddenly dawned on Li Mu.
He learned from the Immortal Net that in the outer space of the Bitter Star, there was a big battle involving those in the General Realm that day. There was no winner between the two sides. One was the three-headed hellhound. His opponent was the sinners led by the Celestial Master. It was just that except for the Heavenly Master, no other general-level experts showed up. And the mysterious black-cloaked stall owner happened to appear in Gold Town that day. It could not just be a coincidence. Like the wretched-looking Taoist who called himself Celestial Master, he probably had come to Gold Town to recover his strength after the battle, hadn’t he?
The mysterious black-cloaked stall owner nodded and said, “The younger generation is truly formidable. I never expected the little guy who used to be a junior member of the sect in the lower world to become the hero who turned the tide today.”
At this time, the 100,000 ghost cultivators had already formed ranks and retreated.
The soldiers of the Dark Yellow Army also came near the Sword of Freedom.
When they lifted their masks, Li Mu saw that some of these soldiers were young cultivators, and some were old men who clearly had seen the vicissitudes of life.
Their appearances were different.
The only thing they had in common was the fearless fighting spirit gleaming in their eyes, as well as their loyalty to their comrades and their race.
Their armors might have been broken and their weapons chipped. They also looked a little tired. But their willpower had held their yellow dragon flag high and made them the top three elite armies in the Ziwei Star Zone. When they were in their heyday, they could travel to anywhere in the cosmos. And when being pointed at by their weapons, all the creatures trembled in fear.
Li Mu could not help but feel a surge of reverence in his heart.
When he thought that he was fighting on his own on the Divine Land, on Earth, on the Bitter Star, and in the Star Wind City, he had no idea that a strong-willed army that was not afraid of death was also struggling to conserve the divine dragon lineage.
Compared to what he had done, these seemingly ordinary soldiers had sacrificed much more. And they were also much greater than him.
Looking at the faces of expectation, respect, and worship, and their eyes, Li Mu felt his heart ached for no reason. Then, his blood began to boil again.
“You… have suffered a lot.” Li Mu saluted to such an unyielding army.
The soldiers did not say anything.
Every soldier took off their helmet and held it to the left side of their chest. Then, they pressed the weapon in their right hand tightly against the right side of their chest and used it to tap the armor.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Many clangs sounded when the weapons hit the armor.
It was also the sound of loyalty hitting the heart.
This was the highest respect the Dark Yellow Army could pay to their heroes.
Even the wretched-looking old Taoist, Celestial Master also put his fist on his chest with a solemn expression at this moment.
“They have all heard about your story and know your legend.” The mysterious black-cloaked stall owner walked to Li Mu’s side and said, “In the vast universe that is against us, there is only loyalty and passion that can last forever. Be it a success or a failure, the story of every sinner’s resistance is the biggest motivation for them to move forward. The world is like a chessboard, and every one of us is like a pawn. The descendants of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, the people of the divine dragon lineage, still live in this vast universe. Who has ever seen our soldiers take half a step back on the battlefield?”
The wretched-looking Taoist who called himself Celestial Master echoed, “When we’re together, we are a ball of fire. When we scatter, we’re still stars in the sky. We sinners, no matter where we are, have never forgotten our mission. The Dark Yellow Army will never surrender.”
Dao Lan also looked at these wounded soldiers who had fought countless battles in front of him. He placed the ancient stone sword against his chest and said, “Brothers, today, I’m back. I’ll use the sword in my hand and the blood in my body to defend the honor and glory of the Dark Yellow Army.”
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The soldiers all saluted in return.
Shan Yunxiu stood quietly beside Dao Lan. She hadn’t said a word, but she had already made her feelings quite clear.
The soldiers and high-level members of the Shan family who had survived this battle might find it difficult to understand the soul-stirring, undying passion in the sinners. Even so, they were still astonished by the scene in front of them. Looking at these people, looking at the calm but also extremely fanatical faces, every member of the Shan family, from the patriarch of the family to the sailors and soldiers, all had goosebumps all over their bodies and were bereft of speech in shock.
Smiling with tears in his eyes, Li Mu said, “I’m back, too.”