Chapter 372 — The Silent One's Wooden Box
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They were blasted until they vomited blood, hurled tumbling backward, and the molten iron that had been flying swords, mixed among the shattering rocks, shot toward them faster than any sword could fly. Despair filled the three elders' faces — this molten iron would pierce them through and extinguish every last spark of life! Then they saw a colossal thing rise slowly from the collapsing Mount Taibai. "As the Dark Demon Cult Master, he did not lie to us after all — there really is a big fellow in the mountain.
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" The three elders looked up.
This incomparably mighty god-demon slowly straightened to its full height, and beneath its feet two long dragons — one azure, one crimson — let out earth-shaking roars. Chi chi chi — The three elders' bodies burst apart, riddled like sieves by the molten iron of the flying swords.
Their corpses plunged down together with the tumbling rubble of disintegrating Mount Taibai, buried deep alongside the other Taibai Sword Sect disciples.
The Taibai Patriarch should never have chosen this place for his sect. By now the Dragon Herder Lord's body had grown dozens of times larger than before. His flesh coiled like a great dragon, muscles knotted and bulging, sharp claws gripping the two great dragons beneath him.
The two dragons flew at incredible speed, riding clouds and mist, carrying him in pursuit of Shen Mu — but Shen Mu's figure was nowhere to be seen in the sky.
Several flood dragons still clung to him, hanging from his ears, burrowing into his clothes, their heads poking out and tails disappearing. These flood dragons he had kept to help him collect and refine the dragon nest, which was why he had been able to refine it so quickly. The Dragon Herder Lord's aura blazed to the heavens.
He glanced around in all directions but still could not see Shen Mu.
He reached out and flipped his hand, producing a jade object the size of a table, and sneered: "Little thing, do you think you can escape me? " The base of this jade object resembled a great round table, cut perfectly flat, but upon its surface sat a semicircular dome.
Beneath the dome, the floor was divided into nine tiers, each tier filled with interlocking jade pillars and jade teeth. At the ninth tier appeared a ring-shaped groove, missing a single notch. This was none other than the dragon nest of the True Dragon Lord!
When Shen Mu had first come to the dragon nest, its other parts had been submerged in boiling magma — what they saw was merely the tip of the iceberg. The Dragon Herder Lord had expended tremendous effort to dig this dragon nest out from deep underground and refine it, which was the only way he could carry it with him. The Dragon Herder Lord activated the jade dragon nest, using it to determine Shen Mu's location. Yet Shen Mu seemed to have vanished completely — even the dragon nest could not sense the resonance with the True Dragon Lord.
The Dragon Herder Lord was astonished.
He poured in more magical power and activated the nest again, but still could not sense the location of the Heavenly Emperor Jade Tablet that Shen Mu wore. "He has hidden the True Dragon Lord?
No, no — no matter where he hides it, it is impossible to sever the resonance between the True Dragon Lord and the dragon nest! " He activated the nest again and again, but still could not sense Shen Mu's position.
Beads of sweat appeared on the Dragon Herder Lord's forehead.
Shen Mu had "abducted" more than a dozen of his dragons.
These flood dragons were all extraordinarily powerful — the red flood dragon of the Dragon King of the Dragon Taming Sect was merely a child compared to the flood dragons he raised. Those flood dragons had been nurtured with his life's blood, and each one's battle power was terrifying beyond measure!
If Shen Mu had truly made off with them, the loss went without saying. On top of that, his purpose in coming here was to find the main dragon vein of the Jingping Kingdom.