Chapter 370 — In the Next Life, I'll Repay This Grudge
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
A thunderclap burst in his mind, and at once he felt his own spirit and thought joined to the spirits of those seven flood dragons, vast as abysses, vast as seas!
Long Jiaonan's eye twitched; she stopped sorting the medicines, her gaze flickering, and drew out her own jade flute, raising a melody of her own to contend with him for command of those flood dragons.
"Slave-girl, are you courting death?"
Shen Mu was enraged; he abruptly released the golden flute, his vital qi blowing the notes, the melody winding and sweet, while his fist slammed toward Long Jiaonan. His fury was complete: this woman was forever tripping him up, and unless Long Jiaonan died, leaving would be all but impossible!
"I've put up with you long enough myself!"
Hearing herself called slave-girl, Long Jiaonan flew into a rage; she released her jade flute, her vital qi blowing the notes in turn, and reached out to meet Shen Mu.
"This woman is not so foolish; she knows full well that Lord Dragon-Keeper gave me a finer Darkwater Dragon Pearl, yet she still meets my palm head-on. There is treachery in this!"
Shen Mu braced at once; in the very instant their palms were about to touch, a red flood dragon suddenly darted in, hurling its body sidelong at Shen Mu. It was none other than the fire flood dragon of the Dragon-Taming Sect!
At this moment Lord Dragon-Keeper was attempting to claim the dragon nest, all his spirit and strength fixed upon it, and his control over the dragons he raised had weakened; Long Jiaonan could at once link with the red flood dragon and order it to kill Shen Mu.
Shen Mu had already foreseen the peril and sprang backward; at once an azure flood dragon bared claws and fangs and crashed thunderously against the red one. A dreadful surge of qi erupted through the dragon vein, hurling both Shen Mu and Long Jiaonan through the air!
Shen Mu fell, and below him lay the blazing lava river; the youth landed upon the rolling molten flow, which roared at once, and from that thick, seething river two fire flood dragons rose, bearing him in a charge at Long Jiaonan.
Long Jiaonan too was blasted against the stone wall; at once her flute sang out sweetly, seizing command of another flood dragon. That dragon crouched low, fire blazing in its throat, brighter and brighter, then opened its great maw and spat a shaft of flame; in an instant fire filled the whole dragon vein, and the rolling Li Fire came surging at Shen Mu like a fire dragon!
That fire was Li Fire, which refines and dissolves all things; even the lava was vaporized!
Shen Mu's flute at once took command of another water flood dragon; it pounced upon the head of the fire flood dragon and spat out Kan Water to suppress the Li Fire, and the two flood dragons fell upon each other in battle!
Shen Mu thrust two fingers forth in a sword gesture; the Carefree Sword left its sheath, pierced through layer upon layer of flame, and came like lightning to the space between Long Jiaonan's brows.
Long Jiaonan's heart lurched; with no time to dodge, she hastily turned her head, and the Carefree Sword grazed her cheek and buried itself in the dragon scales behind her.
"A close call!"
Before she could even draw breath, thousands upon thousands of sword lights came piercing through the flames and engulfed her!
Just then the red flood dragon abruptly coiled its body, whirling swiftly around her and wrapping her in layer upon layer; ding, ding, ding, the sound of countless sword lights striking dragon scales rang out, and every flying sword Shen Mu sent was blocked by this patriarch-level flood dragon.
Within the dragon vein, the flood dragons fell into panic, each giving voice to heavy dragon roars; the roars reverberated until Shen Mu's and Long Jiaonan's eardrums nearly burst.
Shen Mu blew the golden flute with his vital qi, striving to command the other flood dragons, and Long Jiaonan hurriedly stirred her own vital qi to contend with him.