Chapter 406 — Unrivaled
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Yet he had met a more terrible being: Xing Han's eyes were his Sacred Pupil, only a notch inferior to the Heart Sacred Pupil, but Xing Han's power was power like a god's. Each blow he took shook Longtuo into ceaseless trembling; the blind elder's short frame was shaken as well, and he stepped back to shed the force, his hands numb.
"Ha! " The blind elder's brows and beard bristled with fury; behind him the Xuanwu primordial spirit surfaced, and he poured out all his strength. At the same time the Empress Dowager and the other women rushed in; in an instant the whole manor burst with every kind of radiance, divine powers surging and swelling. Boom!
Cry after cry rang out; the Empress Dowager and the women flew backward spitting blood.
Xing Han laughed, "You do not even interest me enough to collect. There was no need to come out and make a spectacle of yourselves! " "Strike my mother?
I will have your head!
Bellow—" Emperor Yanfeng's body quaked greatly; his vital essence erupted, his divine treasury thundered open, and from treasury upon treasury came the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers. He reached out a hand, and Nine-Dragon Divine Fire descended from the sky, hurtling at Xing Han.
Xing Han smiled faintly; the crown of his head suddenly opened, and the crown of his skull flew out like a great golden alms bowl, and with a swoosh gathered the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire into the golden bowl; the bowl became the crown of his skull again and settled back upon his head.
Startled, Emperor Yanfeng, heavenly dragons coiling about him, closed in to fight hand to hand, joining the blind elder to besiege Xing Han together. At the same time the deaf elder, whose great brush was thick as a rafter, gave a mighty flick, and the painting he had just finished came flapping from the hall.
Brush in hand, the deaf elder leapt and bounded like flying; suddenly his figure sank and merged into one of the paintings, the brush thrust out from within, and with a stroke across Xing Han's body Xing Han fell into the painting, unable to help himself. Painting after painting stood upright in the air, flapping and rustling; within them a myriad gods and demons besieged Xing Han. Xing Han's figure moved within the painting, striking down god after demon and turning them into pools of ink.
Suddenly the deaf elder sprang out of the painting and swept his great brush across all of them.
Earth-shaking roars came; the paintings' inner space collapsed, and then abruptly exploded with terrifying power! The deaf elder let out a breath, and suddenly a palm thrust out from the heart of the explosion and struck him at the pit of the heart. The blind elder hastily hurled Longtuo; Longtuo became a black dragon coiling about that arm, the two men's strength erupted, and the deaf elder flew backward spitting blood and fell to the ground! The deaf elder crawled up, spat another mouthful of blood, and slumped limply to the ground, hissing, "His power and his body are both too strong; I cannot wound him.
But he is trapped in my painting. Be quick — I cannot hold him long. .
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" Emperor Yanfeng's figure charged into the heart of the explosion, dragons dancing about him, and fought a great battle with Xing Han. Meanwhile the blind elder's black Longtuo spear thrust again and again into the heart of the explosion, swift as lightning; yet it did not wound Emperor Yanfeng — every thrust stabbed precisely at Xing Han.
"My turn! " Fan Xuanshu gave a long whistle and came flying!