Chapter 541 — A Black Heart Beats a Demon
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Shen Mu sheathed his blades. The two great sabers in his hands flowed like quicksand and became a sword pellet, which he held in his palm.
The demon expert had been split open from chest to belly by that one cut; his corpse fell and did not rise.
Shen Mu spat out a breath of foul air and shook his head. "If another master comes, I am dead for certain."
He cocked his ear and listened. Not a sound came from the mountains around him. After another moment, Shen Mu said, strengthless, "If another master comes, I am dead for certain."
The surrounding peaks stood towering; still not the slightest stir.
Wah—
Shen Mu spat out a bolt of blood and collapsed. He struggled twice, kicked out both legs, and stopped breathing.
The mountains around him were silent; still not the slightest stir.
Shen Mu's face had gone blue, his body stiff, his flesh hardening. Still not the slightest stir around him. After a moment he rolled over and climbed up, his expression unchanged, and went to the wall of fire to clang away at tempering his flying swords.
A demon woman raised her head from a mountain peak, stole a glance at him, and suddenly withdrew, walking off without once looking back.
"Blacksmith boy, you are more of a demon than I am. Not to be touched!" She flew swiftly away.
And at that moment, among the mountains, Huangyue halted and looked up at a peak, where a man stood with a long saber on his back.
"Zhe Huali!"