Chapter 486 — Jet-Black Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Most of his techniques were soul arts, and among them were all manner of other spells and arts. The might of his spells and arts was staggering; they ripped the darkness apart to reveal the sinister faces hidden within. With his spells at such an extreme, even without a fleshly body, his battle strength far surpassed Little Tathagata's. But none of his arts could touch Xing Han. Xing Han's speed was simply too fast—a fleeting shadow, a passing light—the very speed of the Lame Elder!
Faced with such speed, even Kui Wushen's arts could not chase him down, could not strike him! The Lame Elder's speed was the foremost under heaven; if he fled at full tilt, no one could catch him.
In his life, he had known only two defeats. The first was when he stole the Celestial Emperor's Jade Register—Imperial Tutor Jingping had spotted him, and before the Lame Elder's speed could even flare, cut off one of his legs with a single sword stroke!
The second was when he met Xing Han.
The Lame Elder's speed might be inconceivably fast, but his cultivation was not as deep as Xing Han's.
Xing Han hounded him relentlessly, until he was exhausted and his cultivation ran dry, and then sliced off both his legs.
With speed like that, there was virtually no chance Kui Wushen could land a hit on Xing Han! Boom—a heavy blow landed on Kui Wushen in midair. His body shook, and his Spirit Fetus nearly popped out of his primordial spirit. A look of alarm rose to his face.
Then came another thunderous boom—a second blow, and his primordial spirit spewed gouts of true fire from eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, the Spirit Fetus separating further from the soul.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ferocious impacts came thick and fast.
The Spirit Fetus inside Kui Wushen's primordial spirit was knocked swaying in every direction, leaving afterimages in its wake; his face contorted with panic.
He had no power to resist whatsoever. "Even that freak Imperial Tutor Jingping might not be a match for the Xing Han of right now.
" Shen Mu's heart tightened with awe, and he glanced at Xing Han's box nearby. This time, Xing Han had put the box down; he was not carrying it on his back. Beside the box, Ban Gongcuo shrank his neck and tightened his arms around the leg in his embrace.
"It's over. . .
my master is done for.
He is no match for that great freak Xing Han. I had planned to cash in while the two of them crippled each other, but by the look of it, I won't get a single advantage.
.
.
" He took out the Taotie bag, stuffed the leg into it, and thought to himself: "That sly brute Xing Han will surely force me to reattach this leg. If this leg really has been poisoned by Hierarch Shen, I'm dead for sure. Even if it isn't poisoned, Xing Han will cut it off and never leave it to me.
So why not slip away while I have the chance. . . but the darkness is outside, and there's no slipping through it. " Just then, he saw Shen Mu, not far away, take out a pearl the size of a fist and begin muttering words, as if casting a spell. But Xing Han was busy hammering Kui Wushen and could not hear what the fellow was saying.
"The Xuanwu Pearl! " Ban Gongcuo's eyes bulged. He recognized the pearl in Shen Mu's hand—one of the four great spirit treasures of the True Heaven Palace, the Xuanwu Pearl.
Yet even back when he was a Great Venerable in his previous life, he had only ever seen this pearl, never held it in his hands.
"That bastard has heaven-defying luck, stealing the Xuanwu Pearl from the True Heaven Palace in the chaos!
" Just as this thought crossed his mind, Shen Mu's left hand began to form unpredictable gestures, tracing streak after streak of afterimages in the air, until it finally condensed into a sword seal and gently tapped the Xuanwu Pearl. "A technique of the Ten Thousand Spirits Natural Skill! " Ban Gongcuo's heart twitched. Then, the box beside him swayed.
Ban Gongcuo shuddered, but he saw the box shift twice, and a leg grew out from underneath!