Chapter 384 — The Blind Man's Divine Spear

wisted madly, transforming into a water-dragon spear. Every thrust struck at the flaw in Lord Dragon-Rearer's arts and divine abilities, leaving him scrambling for his life and struggling desperately to respond. The Blind Elder possessed a unique mental cultivation method with which to activate the Nine Heavens Gazing Eye Art. He had never taught this method to Shen Mu. His mental cultivation method was not the most supreme one in Hidden Village, but the Nine Heavens Gazing Eye Art was the strongest in the world. What he was using against his enemy was precisely the Nine Heavens Gazing Eye Art. Yet his Eye-Opening Method was not merely a matter of cultivating it to the Ninth Heaven. He had refined it into the Heart-Saint Eye. Beneath the gaze of the Heart-Saint Eye, even a deity like Lord Dragon-Rearer was riddled with flaws. The Blind Elder's magic power was indeed inferior to Lord Dragon-Rearer's. Even after Lord Dragon-Rearer had expended a vast amount of magic power altering the dragon vein, he still possessed more than the Blind Elder. If he summoned his horned dragons again and allowed them to merge with his body, borrowing their strength and magic power, his power would be several times greater than the Blind Elder's. Yet the Blind Elder's strongest attack was the Heart-Saint Eye, which could see through every art and divine ability. Even when no flaw existed, it could find one beneath his attacks. In terms of cultivation, the depth of the Blind Elder's magic power was inferior to that of Village Chief, Master Huo, the Silent Artisan, and the Butcher. He was also weaker than Granny Zhu when her inner demon erupted, surpassing only the Deaf Elder, the Apothecary, and the Cripple. In terms of the might of his divine abilities, his techniques were not as powerful as the Deaf Elder's paintings and were slightly inferior to those of Village Chief, the Butcher, and Master Huo. Yet apart from Village Chief and the unfathomable Silent Artisan, no one else dared claim they could defeat him, nor did anyone dare say they could gain the slightest advantage before the Blind Elder. Once the Heart-Saint Eye appeared, his moves were invincible. Against every divine ability beneath heaven, one strike of his staff was enough to shatter it. "You rat hiding above the river, why do you dare only show your head and shrink your tail? Why not come down and fight me yourself?" Lord Dragon-Rearer's voice came from the riverbed beneath the Yong River. Quite a bit of water had already gathered there, turning the ground into mud. The Blind Elder's spears had driven him from place to place, yet he could never escape the riverbed. Every time, the Blind Elder's spear forced him back into it. The water in the riverbed was now mixed with his divine blood and mud, filthy and turbid. Numerous loaches leapt from the water, absorbing his divine blood and transforming into loach-dragons. They floundered through the mud, baring their fangs and claws, fierce and savage. "You think I do not dare?" the Blind Elder shouted. He abruptly cast Shen Mu and the others aside and shot through the river water, charging down toward Lord Dragon-Rearer in the riverbed. A water dragon flew out, coiling around Shen Mu and the others and delivering them onto the back of the Dragon Qilin. The Blind Elder had sealed their divine treasures, leaving them without magic power and unable to stand upon the water. The Dragon Qilin, however, still possessed its cultivation and could walk across the surface. Si Yunxiang, Ling Yuxiu, and the others were startled. Stamping their feet, they cried, "Why is Grandpa Blind being so reckless? How could he fall for such provocation? How can he fight the enemy head-on?" Shen Mu was overjoyed. Laughing, he said, "Lord Dragon-Rearer will lose a layer of skin even if he does not die. Our Grandpa Blind from the village is not a master of divine abilities. He belongs to the combat-technique school." The two girls were shaken to the core. This old blind man belonged to the combat-technique school? How had those spear thrusts just now looked anything like combat techniques? Experts of the combat-technique school unleashed terrifying power in close combat, concentrating all their strength at the instant their blades met their foes. Yet the Blind Elder's spears had possessed astonishing supernatural might. He was plainly a great master of the divine-arts school. Shen Mu and the two girls lay on the Dragon Qilin's brow and looked down. Shen Mu saw that Snow Fox, who had reverted to her original form, was still sleeping off her drunkenness. Afraid she might fall into the water, he hurriedly gathered her into his arms. The river water was clear enough to see straight to the riverbed. By now, the Yong River was drawing closer and closer to the ground. Before long, the entire river would crash back into its bed. In the enormous riverbed of the Yong River, the Blind Elder was short, while Lord Dragon-Rearer stood a hundred yards tall like a mountain. Yet despite his size, he was astonishingly nimble and swift. Deity and man clashed amid the mud. The Blind Elder flew rapidly through the air, circling Lord Dragon-Rearer again and again and dodging strike after strike. His bamboo staff stabbed out repeatedly, each thrust moving like a dragon and flashing faster than lightning. At speeds invisible to the naked eye, the spear struck Lord Dragon-Rearer's body again and again. At that moment, the Yong River descending from above finally neared the ground. The heaven-shaking waters came crashing down, and the roar of the river resounded like thunder. The Blind Elder tapped Lord Dragon-Rearer between the brows with his staff, then withdrew at once. Lord Dragon-Rearer stood frozen in place. As the flood bore down upon him, explosions erupted from countless places throughout his body. Crushed beneath the river's weight, his bones snapped and his sinews tore, and he was buried beneath the riverbed. Above the river, the Dragon Qilin leapt into the air to evade the terrifying shock wave produced when the great river struck the ground. Beneath them, water spread in every direction, the Yong River heaving and surging as waves soared into the sky. At the riverbank, the Blind Elder stood upon a reef, leaning on his bamboo staff. He extended its tip and lightly tapped the agitated surface. The waters nearby gradually grew calm.