Chapter 231 — Slaying the Monk
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The two little giants battled it out in the hills and forests, when of a sudden the Chubao Sword flew out and, swift as lightning, stabbed into the great sun behind the Half-Fool Monk's head.
The Half-Fool Monk was startled and hastily raised a hand to block, and at that very moment Shen Mu drove a fist out, like the great sun shining on high to temper the soul; the Half-Fool Monk's soul was shaken and he failed to block that sword-light, and the Chubao Sword shattered the great sun behind his head.
His Vajra Unconquerable Art was broken at once; his body began to shrink, Shen Mu drove out a fist, the bones within the Half-Fool Monk shuddered violently, and with a muffled grunt he fell back.
Shen Mu's fists came like a raging wind and a pelting storm, pounding at him madly; the Half-Fool Monk cried out in pain, and the more his heart quailed the more he trembled, and he hastily turned and ran for all he was worth; in a few bounds he was aloft in the air, fleeing into the heavens. Shen Mu paused, and looked up at the sky.
The monk fled with great speed; in a few breaths he was six or seven li away, and only then did he stop, a lotus blossoming beneath his feet to bear him up.
He thought: "This fiend is formidable, with far too many tricks, but his speed is not great; he cannot catch me.
I can still rally and begin again. .
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" No sooner had he thought it than there came a rumbling shock; the Half-Fool Monk looked hastily, and was struck with dread: Shen Mu, both feet flying, came rending the air, so swift that he could scarcely see him! Boom!
Shen Mu's fist crashed into his face; the Half-Fool Monk's whole face caved in, and the force of the Nine Dragons Riding Wind and Thunder ran through it, rushed into his skull, and burst.
In midair, forty-five azure dragons with bloody halos bared claws and fangs, roaring in fury, and among the azure dragons a headless corpse fell. "Fool of a monk, I could have let you run ten li first.
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