Chapter 492 — A Page in the Annals of History
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
In but a moment, the youth's swordsmanship was broken, and he fell. "Let me try Shen the Tyrant Body!
" Another young woman, itching to test her skill, also charged in. She too was of the dragon clan, but she followed a fierce and domineering path, highly cultivated in dragon-clan spells and divine abilities. Divine power burst from her fingers and palms, its might terrifying.
Shen Mu activated the Great Nurturing Dark Demon Scripture.
With a single move, the Great Luo Heaven Star Palm, more than three hundred divine abilities of the starry heavens burst forth at once, striking the young woman down. "Excellent divine ability! " Admiration rose from below.
Another young man charged into the sky, but after only a few exchanges, Shen Mu cut him down with a single blade.
One after another the crowd came forward, only to be defeated in turn.
Bai Qü'er was inexplicably elated and said in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, what do you think of him? " "Outstanding. Too outstanding.
" Bai Qingfu's wife smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "Now I am a little worried for you. " Bai Qü'er too felt worry rise in her heart, somewhat anxious.
"Shen the Tyrant Body—truly worthy of the name Tyrant Body!
" Bai Qingfu laughed heartily and invited Shen Mu to take his seat again. Looking around at everyone, he said in a loud voice: "Do you think Brother Shen can fight his way up to the Heavenly Court and teach a lesson to those Heavenly Court prodigies who turn their noses up at everyone?
" Everyone laughed in unison: "He can!
" A young woman said with a smile: "I think Brother Shen's techniques and divine abilities simply surpass an entire era.
They are truly ingenious and thought-provoking.
It seems that from Brother Shen's dao techniques and divine abilities, countless possibilities could be created, evolving the dao techniques and divine abilities of our Shanghuang Era to their utmost!
" The others nodded one after another and said with smiles: "We feel the same!
" Bai Qingfu proposed: "Brother Shen, when this Beiluo Shimen campaign is over, let us go to the Heavenly Court together and knock down those fellows who turn their noses up at everyone!
What do you all say—shall we? " "Yes! " Everyone's laughter soared to the heavens.
Shen Mu laughed heartily as well, exchanging divine abilities and dao techniques with them, utterly without any awareness that he might change history.
In a corner of the banquet, Ban Gongcuo's face was ashen. He glanced at the dragon qilin, already full and asleep, then looked at the chest, which had drawn in its four legs and hidden in the shadows, and thought: "How is this changing history? This is poking dozens of great holes in history! We are dead, dead for certain, unable to return, and may even vanish outright.
.
. " His heart was filled with boundless dread: "Even Sword Form Eighteen has been spread by this bastard. This is going to overturn heaven and earth!
Damn you, Shen, you have doomed me!
" At the banquet, everyone laughed and talked merrily, drinking themselves into a stupor, sprawling every which way. Bai Qü'er, summoning her courage, dragged Shen Mu off to dance.
Shen Mu's face flushed red, and unable to break free, he had no choice but to dance a tune with her, while everyone laughed heartily. Just then, suddenly a rumbling sound came from afar, as if the sky were collapsing. A world-shaking roar surged with darkness and waves of qi, crashing thunderously against Bailong City, and the entire city trembled violently.