Chapter 409 — The Fierce Beast's Wooden Box
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"A restorative?
" Xing'an was briefly stunned. His chest cavity burst open in an instant, rib after rib drilling out of his flesh; his own flesh seemed to be rejecting his ribs, a horrifying sight.
At the same time, the divine blood within him flowed outward, and then one of his legs abruptly tore loose from his body, beyond all control!
"The medicine you gave me was a restorative?
Not poison?
" Panic finally showed on his face, but at once another head dropped to the ground, its eyeballs, ears, and nose all tumbling off together.
Scattered across the ground, eyes, noses, and tongues hopped and darted about, trying to return to the head, but no sooner did they stick back on than they fell off again, unable to grow together. Emperor Yanfeng, the Blind Old Man, and the others saw hope and charged him at once.
Xing'an raised a hand to catch the Longtuo Divine Spear as the Blind Old Man thrust it at him; the very moment he gripped the shaft, his whole arm flew off along with the spear!
He blocked one of Emperor Yanfeng's punches, and his spine suddenly slid out of his body; his spine was not his own either, but a divine bone.
"It can't be a restorative.
It can't be a restorative!
" As Xing'an panicked, Granny Zhu suddenly pressed a palm to his chest, using precisely Fan Xuanshu's Great Luo Celestial Star Palm force, and punched a hole clean through his chest.
His heart leaped out of his chest cavity, struck the ground, and bounced twice.
"How could this possibly be a restorative?
" Xing'an still did not die; he fought desperately to withstand the crowd's assault, growing more terrified by the moment.
A restorative should only have made him stronger, so how could it make his body come apart? Bang, bang, bang—his body suddenly burst open in every direction, blood spurting in all directions, gushing like a fountain.
His divine blood had come from another master; it belonged to no part of the same body as his heart and flesh, and so that blood rejected every part of him, even as every part rejected it.
"What kind of poison did you give me? " The head that had fallen to the ground flew up and lunged at Shen Mu.
Shen Mu had no time to dodge, but just then the Lame Old Man came racing over, hands flying like the wind, and suddenly leaped up and wrapped himself around the head, crying fiercely, "Give me back my leg!
" The head let out a great roar that blasted the Lame Old Man away, but the next moment he came flying back and grappled with the head again. A leg went racing across the ground, charging at Shen Mu; the Deaf Old Man flung the brush in his hand with all his strength, and the great brush swept past in front of Shen Mu, sweeping that leg into a painted scroll.
The Deaf Old Man fell flat on his back, gasping, having spent every ounce of his strength painting a single picture: a tiger.
In the painting, a tiger with uplifted eyes and a white brow, that leg clamped in its jaws, raced along inside the scroll.
Shen Mu let out a breath.
The medicine he had given Xing'an was indeed a restorative, a true and mighty tonic through and through. To poison Xing'an to death was all but impossible; whether even the Elixir Master possessed the skill was another question, and Shen Mu was certainly in no position to refine such a rare poison.
Xing'an had beaten the Blind Old Man, the Deaf Old Man, the Lame Old Man, Fan Xuanshu, Emperor Yanfeng, and that whole host of incomparably mighty beings until they could not even fight back; the Empress Dowager and other masters of the age had not lasted a single exchange before falling and being unable to rise. He was surely stronger than Lord Huanlong by an unknowable margin.