Chapter 406 — Unrivaled

He praised her: "This skin is very fine. I must clear a shelf in my box to hold your skin. " His gaze fell on the lame elder in the wheeled chair, then moved off him. The lame elder was enraged and ground out, "You old bastard, give me back my legs!

" Xing Han paid him no heed and let his gaze fall directly on the deaf elder, who was wielding his brush in painting in the hall to one side.

He praised him: "Only one with a vast world of rivers and mountains, of gods and ghosts, a thousand ravines in his mind, can paint a vast world with his brush. I like your brain.

" The deaf elder stopped his brush and looked at him. Xing Han's gaze moved off the women one by one; he paid them no mind.

Though many of the women who pursued the Alchemist Master were formidable figures, long-renowned veterans of the martial world, and some were remarkable women of Cult Master caliber, most had not reached a degree worthy of his attention. At last his gaze fell on Granny Zhu, and amazement showed on his face; yet he was not bewitched by her beauty. He murmured, "A mortal — how could a mortal possess such beauty?

This body, too, I want.

. . " "You are too late! " Fan Xuanshu sneered.

"Xing Han, this body is mine! " "Cult Master Li, is it? " Xing Han smiled faintly and said leisurely, "I have seen you before.

Then you were mighty and far-sighted, your heart set on the world.

What made you into what you are now?

Ah, yes — it is this godlike beauty that has made you lose yourself in it.

You planted your primordial spirit in the heart of the Dao of this body, meaning to play the magpie and take the dove's nest, to become the master of this body. But this work of art has caught my eye. You will have to shift your nest. " Fan Xuanshu smiled bewitchingly; even women who saw her smile were charmed out of their wits. But Xing Han was unmoved. He looked around the circle and said joyfully, "I came this time to seek out Cult Master Shen to heal me, and never expected to meet so many works of art worth collecting.

A true stroke of fortune! Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! " He saluted all around, beside himself with delight: "Thank you! " The lame elder could bear it no longer; pushing his wheeled chair forward with both hands, he rushed up and cried sternly, "I may be the Divine Legs, but I am the Divine Hands as well!

The Steal Heaven Swap Sun Art is not only a leg art.

. .

" Whoosh — the wheeled chair flew up, and the lame elder's hands transformed through a thousand changes, dazzling the eye.

The Steal Heaven Swap Sun Art is divided into the Sky-Snatching Divine Legs and the Sun-Swapping Divine Hands. That the lame elder could be called the Shadow Thief was owed to his hand skills too, which were exceedingly terrible, disregarding all seals and prohibitions — stealing heaven and swapping the sun! Bang.

The wheeled chair shattered; the lame elder flew backward, tumbled into the great hall, and lay on the ground unable to rise.

"Divine Hands, you still fall somewhat short.

" Xing Han laughed heartily and turned to grab behind him.

Dragon roars sounded; his palm closed and pinched fast the spear tip the blind elder thrust at him. The great black spear in the blind elder's hand was the Longtuo Divine Spear transformed from black dragon bone. The spear came forth like a dragon, dragons roaring and howling; his feet shifted and the spear became a phantom, as though countless black dragons stabbed madly at Xing Han. In spearmanship alone, the blind elder's attainment stood at the very summit.

Even the Dragon Keeper, taken unawares, had been closed upon by him and had the fight settled in an instant. Though eyeless, his Heart Sacred Pupil was stronger than the Sacred Pupil, able to see through the flaw in every technique; Longtuo followed his will, its attacks fierce beyond compare.

Yet he had met a more terrible being: Xing Han's eyes were his Sacred Pupil, only a notch inferior to the Heart Sacred Pupil, but Xing Han's power was power like a god's. Each blow he took shook Longtuo into ceaseless trembling; the blind elder's short frame was shaken as well, and he stepped back to shed the force, his hands numb.

"Ha! " The blind elder's brows and beard bristled with fury; behind him the Xuanwu primordial spirit surfaced, and he poured out all his strength. At the same time the Empress Dowager and the other women rushed in; in an instant the whole manor burst with every kind of radiance, divine powers surging and swelling. Boom!

Cry after cry rang out; the Empress Dowager and the women flew backward spitting blood.

Xing Han laughed, "You do not even interest me enough to collect. There was no need to come out and make a spectacle of yourselves! " "Strike my mother?

I will have your head!

Bellow—" Emperor Yanfeng's body quaked greatly; his vital essence erupted, his divine treasury thundered open, and from treasury upon treasury came the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers. He reached out a hand, and Nine-Dragon Divine Fire descended from the sky, hurtling at Xing Han.

Xing Han smiled faintly; the crown of his head suddenly opened, and the crown of his skull flew out like a great golden alms bowl, and with a swoosh gathered the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire into the golden bowl; the bowl became the crown of his skull again and settled back upon his head.

Startled, Emperor Yanfeng, heavenly dragons coiling about him, closed in to fight hand to hand, joining the blind elder to besiege Xing Han together. At the same time the deaf elder, whose great brush was thick as a rafter, gave a mighty flick, and the painting he had just finished came flapping from the hall.

Brush in hand, the deaf elder leapt and bounded like flying; suddenly his figure sank and merged into one of the paintings, the brush thrust out from within, and with a stroke across Xing Han's body Xing Han fell into the painting, unable to help himself. Painting after painting stood upright in the air, flapping and rustling; within them a myriad gods and demons besieged Xing Han. Xing Han's figure moved within the painting, striking down god after demon and turning them into pools of ink.

Suddenly the deaf elder sprang out of the painting and swept his great brush across all of them.

Earth-shaking roars came; the paintings' inner space collapsed, and then abruptly exploded with terrifying power! The deaf elder let out a breath, and suddenly a palm thrust out from the heart of the explosion and struck him at the pit of the heart. The blind elder hastily hurled Longtuo; Longtuo became a black dragon coiling about that arm, the two men's strength erupted, and the deaf elder flew backward spitting blood and fell to the ground! The deaf elder crawled up, spat another mouthful of blood, and slumped limply to the ground, hissing, "His power and his body are both too strong; I cannot wound him.

But he is trapped in my painting. Be quick — I cannot hold him long. .

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" Emperor Yanfeng's figure charged into the heart of the explosion, dragons dancing about him, and fought a great battle with Xing Han. Meanwhile the blind elder's black Longtuo spear thrust again and again into the heart of the explosion, swift as lightning; yet it did not wound Emperor Yanfeng — every thrust stabbed precisely at Xing Han.

"My turn! " Fan Xuanshu gave a long whistle and came flying!