Chapter 374 — Uncanny Craftsmanship
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Shen Mu cried out in alarm. He had seen the butcher in his madness—in Hidden Remnant Village the butcher often went mad, and when the fit was on him he would cut at even the village headman. Only before Shen Mu did he show a trace of gentleness.
The words had barely left his mouth when several more figures appeared in that rift in the clouds and attacked the butcher!
"That rift in the clouds just now—Grandpa Tu's sabers cut it open!"
As the thought came to him, the clouds closed over, the lightning continued, and that rolling thunder was no thunder at all, but the tremendous boom of bodies moving at blinding speed!
The butcher's sabers had sliced through the sky, and the blades were blazing hot, boiling the rain within the clouds—which was why the rain falling from the heavens grew hotter and hotter!
Just then Shen Mu suddenly saw a vast and towering continent descend from the sky, passing through the clouds. That land had mountains and rivers, ridge upon ridge of green peaks, but it faced the ground they stood on, as though it were about to collide with the Kingdom of Jingping—a sight to horrify the heart.
"Aba!" Mojiang said gravely.
"That's right, it's the village headman!"
Shen Mu nodded again and again. "The headman is up there too. Who are they fighting?"
The continent in the sky seemed to have met its nemesis; with a howl it rose and flew back into the clouds, and then its mountains and rivers suddenly crumbled and collapsed.
Shen Mu was dumbstruck. The village headman's sword art had been broken by someone!
Boom—
The sky quaked violently, and a pillar several dozen zhang thick came crashing down from the heavens, piercing through the clouds like a sky-propping column fallen from above.
But it was no pillar. It was a madly whirling column of water, like a spear shaft formed of enormous water dragons coiled together—someone was gathering water into a spear!
"Grandpa Blind's spear art!"
Shen Mu's mind reeled. That colossal water-dragon spear was none other than the blind elder's spear. The blind elder rarely used a weapon; even against an existence at the level of a sect master, a single bamboo staff sufficed.
A single bamboo staff was enough for him to break every spell and divine power.
And now he had gathered water into a spear; he must have met a powerful enemy he could not easily deal with!
Mojiang's face was grave. He turned and walked back into the hall, brought out the wooden box, and pointed at Shen Mu. "Ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah!"
Shen Mu nodded solemnly. "Rest easy, Grandpa Mojiang, I won't go running off. But I can help too—I have a great many formidable flood dragons under my command."
Mojiang raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between a smile and a sneer.
Shen Mu flushed and said in a low voice, "Formidable enough, at any rate..."
Mojiang was about to leap into the air. He had just sprung up when he abruptly halted three zhang above the ground, body utterly still, floating quietly there.
In the pouring rain, blood dragons came walking from every direction, braving the storm, and surrounded this holy ground of the immortals layer upon layer.
Dong!
Mojiang's feet landed on the ground, leaving two deep footprints. All around the prints came a crackling din as flagstones burst apart, cracks spreading in every direction.
Mojiang set the box on the ground, and its lid opened of itself, revealing a box full of silver pellets the size of fingertips.
On his back he carried a great furnace—his blacksmith's furnace. Even with the box set down, this great cylindrical furnace stayed on his back, unfaltering.
The furnace had long since gone out, black as pitch.
Mojiang clenched both fists, his vital essence erupting, and suddenly the furnace on his back burst into roaring flame.
One by one the blood dragons halted. Some clung to the railings, some crouched on the heads of the stone lions, some stopped on the stone steps, and others appeared atop the great hall behind Shen Mu and the rest.