荒墟牧神 - 第533章 刀道封神 - 簡牘書房

The Black Tiger God looked at the young demon expert across the way and was slightly startled. He was a gentle, refined youth. Judged by appearance alone, one could not tell at all that he was of the demon race.

"No—he is not of the demon race. He is of the human race!"

The Black Tiger God was shaken inwardly. At once he knew Zhe Huali's origins. He said in a deep voice, "He is not merely Furiluo's disciple. He came down from the upper realm!"

Yu He, Shu Yao, Huang Yue, and the others were startled and were about to ask for details when the Black Tiger God leaped up, jumped to the top of a nearby palace, and said to the Woodcutter Sage, "My lord, that Zhe Huali's origins are wrong. He is not of the demon race—he must be from the upper realm!"

The Woodcutter Sage nodded and looked across. He said in a deep voice, "Furiluo, you seem to have some connection with the so-called Heavenly Court as well. This disciple of yours came down from the upper realm. I wonder whose disciple he is?"

Furiluo laughed heartily and said leisurely, "Zhe Huali has the steadiest foundation. His demonic arts rival my own of those years. His abilities are outstanding. He is the disciple I value most. But you have not guessed wrong either—his origins are considerable. He has another master. Speaking of him, you would know him too. This man is called a god among blades, calls himself Peerless, and has crossed blades with you."

The Woodcutter Sage's expression darkened slightly. He nodded. "The Divine Blade Luo Wushuang, supreme general of the Lingxiu Army. Indeed an old friend. I merely never expected that you had become entangled with him."

Shen Mu, who had been forging iron all along, suddenly twitched both ears. He set down the hammer in his hand, raised his head, and said to Sang Hua, "What army? What Wushuang?"

Sang Hua hurriedly said, "The Lingxiu Army. Luo Wushuang."

Yu He said calmly, "My master, the true god Pang Yu, mentioned him. Luo Wushuang is the one-armed divine blade of the ancient era, a true god whose blade technique is formidable indeed! He has only one arm, yet his blade technique is transcendent!"

Shen Mu was dazed for a moment. Suddenly he recalled that night forty thousand years ago, when he had encountered that Luo Wushuang of the Lingxiu Army.

That night, he had stood upon a crate to cover the retreat of Shanghuang's common folk, and had severed the arm of Luo Wushuang of the Lingxiu Army.

Could these two Luo Wushuangs of the Lingxiu Army be the same person?

Shen Mu immediately looked toward Zhe Huali. Shu Yao, smiling, asked, "Senior brother Shen the thresher, why have you stopped forging iron?"

Shen Mu did not answer. Across the way, Zhe Huali sensed his gaze at once and looked up. Their eyes met. Shen Mu's gaze fell upon Zhe Huali's back—a long saber, very demonic, very sinister, with an eye growing from its hilt.

That eye suddenly opened and fixed upon Shen Mu.

Zhe Huali saw Shen Mu's face and was slightly startled. An expression of disbelief appeared. He took a portrait from his bosom, glanced at it, then looked at Shen Mu again, and suddenly his face lit with delight.

Shen Mu's gaze was locked dead on that demonic blade. He said in a deep voice, "Sang Hua, little sister, if I told you that I severed the arm of the Divine Blade Luo Wushuang, would you believe it?"