Chapter 466 — Sword Arts and Sword Scars
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
He reached out and seized—a Mu family woman was drawn through the air against her will, halting two zhang before him, unable to struggle though she wished to.
The turbaned man drew his sword and swept it; a severed arm fell.
He waved his hand lightly, and the severed arm flew toward Shen Mu. Smiling, he said: "Pray look, Human Emperor Shen."
Shen Mu's eye twitched. Vital essence surged forth as he carefully scrutinized the wound on the severed arm; his eye twitched violently once more, and his voice came out hoarse: "The same sword wound."
"It was I."
The turbaned man revealed a genial smile: "It seems he did not conceal the sword wounds on his body from you."
Behind the great clans' killing formations, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping and Xiong Xiyu watched from afar, not drawing near. Suddenly, the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping saw the sword light that burst forth from the turbaned man, and his expression changed drastically, his composure lost: "This is bad! I know the origin of this Bago! Quickly, call the great clans of the Western Lands back!"
Xiong Xiyu shook her head: "The arrow is on the string and must be loosed; now there is no retreating even if we wished to. Why has the Imperial Preceptor of Jingping suddenly fallen into such turmoil?"
The Imperial Preceptor of Jingping drew a long breath, his eyes shooting forth keen light: "I recognize this sword art, this way of the sword! This is the sword art that severed the old Human Emperor's limbs. The one who comes is no member of the Yu family of the Heavens Above, but a true god descended from the Upper Realm!"
Before the formation, Shen Mu suddenly relaxed, a smile appearing on his face, wholly without any trace of alarm. He said leisurely: "You cannot have descended to the mortal world in your true body. Had you come in your true body, could you still be scheming and skulking about in these Western Lands? Since you have not come in your true body..."
He stretched his frame, revealing the bearing of a tiger or wolf, his gaze sharp: "Then beating you to death will not take much effort at all!"