Imperial God Emperor 572 - The Long Lost Sword Song (2)

“The Nine Strikes of the Lotus Flower...The second strike.”
Like the voice of judgement, these words sounded from the mouth of Liu Shaji.
His voice had just fell.
When a petal quivered a few times, before detaching from the base of the lotus beneath Liu Shaji.
Lightly and gracefully, like petals brought swirling in the air by a spring breeze, it was gentle and soft, without the slightest trace of killing intent.
For a moment, the wind wandering in the void seemed to have become a stream of a river, gently carrying the petals over to the direction of He Ju.
He Ju’s inner heart trembled.
He felt an aura of extreme danger.
Not good!
He did not hold back anymore, bringing out the divine weapon that he had prepared beforehand.
He Ju, with his finger, drew a huge circle from the bottom to top in the air, and suddenly a water ripple illusion appeared.
In the center of the sparkling ripples slowly spreading out, was an eight-jeweled mirror slowly rising into the air.
The mirror surface was smooth and spotless, without a speck of dust, the eight pieces of different coloured jewels embedded in the frame were each flashing a different coloured brilliance.
On the frame the two silver dragon paintings were lifelike, and at this moment were slowly wandering around the edge of the frame, like a living creature.
He Ju shone the eight jewel mirror in the direction that the white lotus petal was drifting over.
Strange changes took place on the mirror surface.
One.
Two.
Three.
Beams of colourful light shot out from the mirror.
A total of 10 different colours of light rays shot out, enveloping the entire situation Storm Platform.
The originally dark platform surface was suddenly flashing multi-coloured lights like coloured glass.
“The finest divine weapon!”
Ye Qingyu was stunned.
Looking at the mirror in the hands of He Ju, he knew right away that the light emitted from the mirror was more than just light rays.
Upon closer examination, each ray of light was covered with a different formation marking, and different formation markings were emitting a different luster.
This was a higher grade divine weapon than the Sun and Moon Wheel.
Ye Qingyu looked at He Ju, then at the other people of Greater One Sect.
He never thought that in the last moment, the hidden card that He Ju kept to save his life was another divine weapon.
From this it can be seen that Greater One Sect in these thousands of years had collected many unusual top-class divine weapons that other sects have been searching for.
Therefore, it was evident the Greater One Sect had massacred many sects of Clear River Domain and had killed and destroyed numerous innocent disciples.
Behind each one of the divine weapons were the bones and spirits of countless disciples.
At this moment, the white and multi-colored lights on the Storm Platform were too dazzling to distinguish apart. Some lower level experts could only see chaos before them and blinding light, and had no choice but to snap their eyes shut.
Only some of the higher level experts could operate enough yuan qi to withstand the brightness, using yuan qi power to force open their eyes to see what was happening on the stage.
There were already a number of sects that recognized this eight jeweled mirror.
This piece of higher-ranking divine weapon that He Ju had left to protect his life. Would it be able to protect He Ju till the last moment, everyone’s minds were swirling with such thoughts and speculations.
……
On the Storm Platform.
The white petal that was floating in the wind had reached the light rays of the eight jeweled mirror.
“Hmph.”
A faint ripple of a mocking laughter came from Liu Shaji.
The white petal softly and gently could be seen penetrating through layer after layer of the multi-colored light rays, without pausing or any damage being done to it.
Before a horror-struck expression could form across the face of the audience, the petal was already one meter away from He Ju.
He Ju also looked very surprised.
“This... How can it be? It didn't stop it... ”
His fingers began trembling uncontrollably, holding up the eight-jewel mirror into the air, as he was anxious to instil all his yuan qi into the mirror to withstand the attack.
But it was all too late.
Under the gaze of countless people, an unbelievable scene appeared.
He Ju seemed as though his head and limbs had been frozen, his eyes were rapidly rolling, he was completely unable to move, and could not release the yuan qi that he had gathered within his body.
He was paralysed in a strange posture in mid-air, the brilliance of the mirror gradually weakening and the movement of the dragons on the frame had also stopped.
Like a boat leisurely floating in a stream, the white petal had gently landed on the head of the He Ju.
He Ju’s pupil enlarged, his complexion ashen.
His eyes filled with fear and panic, meridians floating up on his stiffened body, and blood was flowing rapidly.
It was the white lotus fragrance again.
A more intense fragrance came in waves and spread to the Storm platform and farther away.
The strong fragrance numbed one’s mind, but also gave momentarily relief.
In the distance the roars and cries of the hundreds of spiritual beasts became soft and gentle.
As if in this moment, everything in the world had become peaceful and slow.
A strange atmosphere.
A silent space.
Everyone had completely lost their self-awareness, their eyes empty, as they quietly watched the Storm Platform.
Crack.
It was as if something had been shattered.
In the distance spider web-like cracks were all of a sudden appearing on He Ju’s frozen body in midair.
In midair the eight-jeweled mirror that was clasped tightly in the hands of He Ju suddenly stopped, mercilessly smashing into the Storm Platform, a loud bang shaking the minds and awakening everyone.
The crowd’s eyes lit up as though waking up from a dream.
At this moment on the platform, He Ju, who had been frozen to the spot in midair and was suddenly breaking down like shattered ice, had turned into pieces of petals, as if he was originally made from flower petals, disintegrating and scattering away.
The next moment, the scattering petals, like willow seeds swirling in the spring breeze, had gone with the wind.
The Clear River Domain experts around the Storm Platform all had the same frozen blank expression.
An... another Immortal Step expert had fallen?
Heavens.
An expert like He Ju, whose power had been shaking the Clear River Domain for hundreds of years, and was considered a martial arts overlord of a generation, and was sufficiently well-prepared before he mounted the stage. He still failed to defend against the white lotus petal and fallen in this state?