Chapter 540 — Pitch-Black as Iron
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu rested both hands on his knees, panting hoarsely a few times, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and turned his head to look at a demon master walking out from a mountain hollow nearby. "Again?" he raged. "I have already fought two bouts — can you not go find someone else?"
The demon master came over unhurried, smiling. "Who told you to go hammering iron whenever you had nothing better to do?"
Shen Mu's face was black as iron.