Chapter 480 — Realms in Fusion
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Xing An!"
Ban Gongcuo shuddered and forced out a smile. "Brother Xing An, it has been a long time. You and I go back quite a ways — the last time we met, you asked me about Shen Mu's whereabouts, and I even drew you a map. Quite vivid, was it not? With our friendship, I trust you bear me no ill will, surely?"
Xing An sat upon the chest and sneered, "Shen Mu! Shen Mu again!"
His teeth ground together with a chattering clack, and killing intent swept through the entire ruin, pressing the strange beasts to the ground, where they lay prostrate and utterly still.
Ban Gongcuo's heart convulsed violently. Trembling, he said, "Brother Xing An has suffered at his hands as well?"
"Suffered?"
Xing An laughed aloud. "Would I suffer at his hands? His household simply has too many elders. I miscalculated, and so he rallied a host to besiege me. I had no choice but to fall back and avoid his edge."
Ban Gongcuo's eyes darted about. Clearly, Xing An had suffered a loss — hunted all the way by the elders of Shen Mu's household until he had no choice but to flee into the Barren Ruins and hide near the Western Lands, not daring to show his face.
What he did not know was that Xing An was not nearly as wretched as he imagined. On the contrary, he was ferociously powerful beyond measure. He had gravely wounded a whole host of great masters — the Blind Elder, the Deaf Elder, the Silent Artisan, the Lame Elder, Granny Zhu, Emperor Yanfeng — more than a dozen patriarch-level experts who could not withstand even a single move in his hands before being left broken and bedridden. Had Shen Mu not used poison against him, the entire army would likely have been annihilated!
Even while poisoned and grievously wounded, he had still evaded the Slaughterer's pursuit, fleeing all the way from Jingping Kingdom to this place. The ferocity of this man surpassed even the gods of the Upper Heaven!
"As for the present Great Honored One, I have no interest yet."
Xing An glanced at him and shook his head. "Only when you have cultivated your fleshly body or your primordial spirit into a god will I take even a sliver of interest in you. You and I do have a friendship, after all — you once dutifully offered me both your arms, and so I will not strike to kill. What happened to your leg? This sword wound..."
He suddenly seized Ban Gongcuo and gave a light twist. Ban Gongcuo's deer leg, so recently reattached, was snapped off in an instant.
Ban Gongcuo endured the pain and did not dare speak.
Xing An examined it closely. "Wounds left by that fellow Shen's sword technique! So then, you encountered Shen Mu, the great divine physician, and he severed one of your legs."
Beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on Ban Gongcuo's forehead. His voice hoarse, he forced a smile and said, "I was pursued by Shen Mu and Imperial Preceptor Jingping. In a moment of carelessness, that fellow Shen cut off half my leg. Brother Xing An, if you wish to seek revenge on that fellow Shen, I happen to have a fine opportunity for you."
"I need to borrow your hand to seek revenge on him?"
Xing An shook his head. "If I want to kill him, no one in heaven or on earth can protect him! Where is he? I hear Imperial Preceptor Jingping is also a master — it will be convenient to take a few things from him as well."
Ban Gongcuo said with an ingratiating smile, "I do not know where that fellow Shen is at present, but I do know where he is going. He intends to go to Yin Mountain to seek my master's primordial spirit. Imperial Preceptor Jingping never leaves his side, so he will surely go as well."
Xing An's interest was immediately piqued. "Your master's primordial spirit? You once pledged yourself to me and nearly cost me my life — that phantom of a god-devil, that was your master's primordial spirit?"