Chapter 337 — The Enemy Presses to Within Thirty Li
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 5
Its four arms drew bow and arrow, and at once raging fire flooded the Duck's Tongue region; flames howled and gathered, forming between the four-armed great bow a plume of blinding brilliance. Hum.
A tremor rang out, and the arrow flew.
Sky and earth turned utterly parched; visions of flame and yellow sand came one after another. Where the arrow passed, fire tornadoes howled across the yellow-sand desert, sand filling the heavens, one fiery whirlwind after another raging wild! Bare-chested, Luandi Khan raised his right hand, index and middle fingers joined, thumb pressed over ring and little fingers, and touched a sword seal to the point between his brows.
Shh—! The arrow of light and fire was swift beyond measure, aimed straight at the Lame Elder and Shen Mu as they ran.
So fast was it that no one could see the blinding flare at all—only the black line it left across their pupils as it flashed by! Ban Gongcuo was shaken to the core.
Luandi Khan was hailed as the steppe's finest archer, and the power displayed in this single arrow made even his heart quail! "If I had not obtained the Golden Book Scroll and could advance further to become a deity, I would have to guard carefully against this cheap father of mine. .
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My Golden Book Scroll! " Ban Gongcuo's heart ached as though cut by a blade; the thought that Shen Mu had stolen his Golden Book Scroll was like a knife driven hard into his chest and then twisted back and forth. On the road to the frontier pass he had secretly studied the Golden Book Scroll and memorized the diagram of its energy-circulation routes; but the diagram was exceedingly intricate, and a hairsbreadth's error meant a thousand-li deviation.
Not the slightest mistake could be permitted if the Divine Bridge was to be repaired. He could not be sure he could guarantee it would be flawless.
The arrow-light caught up with Shen Mu and the Lame Elder.
The Lame Elder abruptly flung away everything he had stolen, scattering it everywhere, seized Shen Mu, and flickered like a ghost, dodging the arrow-light. Luandi Khan raised an eyebrow, doubt in his heart: "This old man's skills don't seem as high as I imagined. .
. " The fingers pressed to his brow did not stir, and the arrow-light bent in midair, shooting at the Lame Elder once more.
The old man's movement arts shifted again and again, his form flickering to and fro almost in an instant, giving the impression that he had already trampled through the barriers of space. The Lame Elder dared not take the arrow head-on, but his movement arts were truly uncanny; to be so swift while carrying Shen Mu left onlookers gaping, and even Luandi Khan found it hard to hit him.
As the Lame Elder drew nearer and nearer to the tower ships, the Duke of Wei soared into the air, a ducal sword in his grip, and brought it down in a slash to meet the arrow-light! Boom—!
A terrifying tremor burst forth. The Duke of Wei was flung high, landing in midair on one of the tower ships, and laughed aloud: "Luandi, you really do have some skill! " Luandi Khan's strength surpassed his, and the arrow-light's momentum was still undiminished.
Then the Champion Grand General patted behind him, and his Fangtian halberd shot skyward, transforming into a long dragon that thrust out a dragon claw and clamped down on the arrow-light.
The Champion Grand General gave a stifled grunt; his vital essence was nearly blasted apart by the impact, and his feet could not help retreating again and again. At last he blocked the arrow-light, and dread rose in his heart.
Had the Duke of Wei not first traded a hard blow with the arrow-light and worn away most of its power, he likely could not have withstood the strike at all.