Chapter 1031 – The Unhurried Tiger (2/2)

The sun in the sky instantly darkened.

The clouds blown by the violent winds obscured all directions. The world for ten-some li in every direction was awash with feathery clouds.

An invisible and enormous bell burst apart in the heavens, sending out countless waves of sound and arrows of Qi.

The wisps of clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, making it clear and bright once more.

The Angel of Sacred Light remained in its original position, but Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had retreated several li.

Blazing Phoenix blood, shattered sword glows, and one broken feather, whiter than snow, could be seen amongst the gradually settling clouds.

Just like in the courtyard, the Angel had been injured, but Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had suffered greater injuries.

The harmonization of swords arising from the Halving Blade Style and the South Stream Temple sword array truly did have a strength that could surpass cultivation levels, so they had been able to draw with Wuqiong Bi. However, they still could not defeat an expert on the level of this otherworldly Angel.

But no one would think that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were very weak.

With their current age and cultivation level, just wounding the Angel was already nigh unimaginable.

Just like the Angel, Madam Mu had also seen many problems in those two sword glows. A hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

The goosefeather clouds grew still. A ravine appeared in the sea of clouds, and within it was a very small hole.

Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng had disappeared, flying down into the sea of clouds through that hole.

A streak of fire appeared in the sky and the clouds roiled. The Angel had followed in pursuit.

Beneath those clouds wereas the mountains on the opposite shore of the Red River.

Madam Mu was keenly aware of this.

She thought of the Qi that could set the world ablaze in those two sword glows, thought of the Wildfire of the Celestial Trees in those mountains, and the surprise in her eyes deepened.

She believed that this was Xu Yourong's method of fighting. She felt a faint admiration for the Holy Maiden's calculation abilities, and then a faint ridicule and pity.

But she was not prepared to wait until Xu Yourong discovered her error, because that person had already returned to White Emperor City.

Her blue gown fluttered and her two sleeves summoned the winds.

The sea of clouds began to leap about like cotton being teased.

Every place that leaped up was a sign that the clouds in a sphere several hundred zhang in radius were being compressed and bound together.

The sea of clouds was gradually parted, gathering up in various places, slowly breaking into countless islands.

Those islands continued to compress, a monstrous strength filling every crevice of space within them.

No matter where Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were in those clouds, they could not escape.

The cloud islands continued to internally compress, every wisp of cloud and nearly-condensed water drop clinging to each other, creating a terrifying weight.

Even the rays of light from the sun would slightly bend as they passed by the edges of those clouds.

If these clouds continued to compress, it wouldn't matter that Xu Yourong had the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix or that Chen Changsheng had a stainless constitution. They would still end up being crushed to death.

This was Cloud Herding, the strongest technique of the Great Western Continent's Imperial clan.

This was the divine art of a Saint.

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Countless balls of clouds continued to compress, transforming into all kinds of shapes.

One cloud was like a pirate from the Great Western Continent, another was like a portrait of Grand Scholar Tungus, and one cloud… was like a tiger.

The blue gown ceased to flutter.

The sleeves went still.

Madam Mu quietly gazed at that cloud.

The cloud in the gradually dispersing sea of clouds quietly gazed at her.

Like a tiger in the wind-blown grasslands quietly watching.

The clouds were white, and the grasslands were also white, as if they had been painted with frost.

It was a white tiger.