Chapter 406 — Unrivaled
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
He praised her: "This skin is very fine. I must clear a shelf in my box to hold your skin. " His gaze fell on the lame elder in the wheeled chair, then moved off him. The lame elder was enraged and ground out, "You old bastard, give me back my legs!
" Xing Han paid him no heed and let his gaze fall directly on the deaf elder, who was wielding his brush in painting in the hall to one side.
He praised him: "Only one with a vast world of rivers and mountains, of gods and ghosts, a thousand ravines in his mind, can paint a vast world with his brush. I like your brain.
" The deaf elder stopped his brush and looked at him. Xing Han's gaze moved off the women one by one; he paid them no mind.
Though many of the women who pursued the Alchemist Master were formidable figures, long-renowned veterans of the martial world, and some were remarkable women of Cult Master caliber, most had not reached a degree worthy of his attention. At last his gaze fell on Granny Zhu, and amazement showed on his face; yet he was not bewitched by her beauty. He murmured, "A mortal — how could a mortal possess such beauty?
This body, too, I want.
. . " "You are too late! " Fan Xuanshu sneered.
"Xing Han, this body is mine! " "Cult Master Li, is it? " Xing Han smiled faintly and said leisurely, "I have seen you before.
Then you were mighty and far-sighted, your heart set on the world.
What made you into what you are now?
Ah, yes — it is this godlike beauty that has made you lose yourself in it.
You planted your primordial spirit in the heart of the Dao of this body, meaning to play the magpie and take the dove's nest, to become the master of this body. But this work of art has caught my eye. You will have to shift your nest. " Fan Xuanshu smiled bewitchingly; even women who saw her smile were charmed out of their wits. But Xing Han was unmoved. He looked around the circle and said joyfully, "I came this time to seek out Cult Master Shen to heal me, and never expected to meet so many works of art worth collecting.
A true stroke of fortune! Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! " He saluted all around, beside himself with delight: "Thank you! " The lame elder could bear it no longer; pushing his wheeled chair forward with both hands, he rushed up and cried sternly, "I may be the Divine Legs, but I am the Divine Hands as well!
The Steal Heaven Swap Sun Art is not only a leg art.
. .
" Whoosh — the wheeled chair flew up, and the lame elder's hands transformed through a thousand changes, dazzling the eye.
The Steal Heaven Swap Sun Art is divided into the Sky-Snatching Divine Legs and the Sun-Swapping Divine Hands. That the lame elder could be called the Shadow Thief was owed to his hand skills too, which were exceedingly terrible, disregarding all seals and prohibitions — stealing heaven and swapping the sun! Bang.
The wheeled chair shattered; the lame elder flew backward, tumbled into the great hall, and lay on the ground unable to rise.
"Divine Hands, you still fall somewhat short.
" Xing Han laughed heartily and turned to grab behind him.
Dragon roars sounded; his palm closed and pinched fast the spear tip the blind elder thrust at him. The great black spear in the blind elder's hand was the Longtuo Divine Spear transformed from black dragon bone. The spear came forth like a dragon, dragons roaring and howling; his feet shifted and the spear became a phantom, as though countless black dragons stabbed madly at Xing Han. In spearmanship alone, the blind elder's attainment stood at the very summit.
Even the Dragon Keeper, taken unawares, had been closed upon by him and had the fight settled in an instant. Though eyeless, his Heart Sacred Pupil was stronger than the Sacred Pupil, able to see through the flaw in every technique; Longtuo followed his will, its attacks fierce beyond compare.