Chapter 552 — The Youth's Nightmare
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
"Don't just stare—this is the divine control technique, my lord's method. Hurry and keep up!
" Everyone hurried to catch up. Just as they caught up with Shen Mu, his Primordial Spirit suddenly came sweeping back, returning to his body.
He patted his Taotie Pouch, and from within the pouch a sword pellet flew out, spinning rapidly, then abruptly accelerated and shot through the air. Shen Mu also abruptly accelerated, hurtling forward.
With a thunderous boom, he actually surpassed the speed of sound, making no attempt whatsoever to conceal his figure. Yu He and the other practitioners frowned. Shen Mu's sprint could indeed catch the enemy off guard, but the sound would surely carry to other watchtowers.
Ding Yun's scouting had said that aside from the six watchtowers on the necessary path, there were other watchtowers not on this route. Shen Mu breaking through the air—the sound was too loud.
If it alerted the other watchtowers, it would expose their mission, and they would have to retreat. Yu He gritted her teeth.
"Keep up! " Everyone hurried to accelerate, sprinting with all their might, pushing their speed to the limit. Boom, boom, boom—a series of explosive reports sounded as they each surpassed the speed of sound, though some were faster and some slower.
Yu He, Shu You, and Sang Hua were the fastest, even faster than Shen Mu by a margin.
The three caught up to Shen Mu and looked ahead—the sword pellet had already reached the first watchtower! When the sword pellet was still some ten-odd zhang from the watchtower, countless swords flew out from within it as it spun. With a whoosh, they passed through the watchtower.
Then a dozen or so flying swords abruptly pointed their tips downward and skimmed along the ground, while the countless swords in the air clanged and clashed against the sword pellet, returning into it. The sword pellet, almost without pause, rushed straight onward. Shen Mu was also sprinting forward.
In a few blinks, the second watchtower came into view. Below it, several demon race practitioners were drinking and making merry, while two more demons atop the tower were gazing about. The dozen or so flying swords skimming along the ground arrived. The reveling demon race had no time to react before their heads flew from their shoulders. The dozen flying swords, trailing blood-light, shot into the air and clanged against the sword pellet that had flown out of the watchtower.
Whoosh— Shen Mu came racing over, passing this watchtower like a gale, charging toward the third. Yu He, Shu You, and Sang Hua hurried after him. When they reached the third watchtower, they saw Shen Mu suddenly stop, while the sword pellet had already rushed on toward the fourth.
Shen Mu stood with his feet in a neither-square-nor-oblique stance, his right hand forming a sword seal. Vital essence steamed and surged around him. He paced to and fro as though drunk, his sword-finger thrusting out from time to time, then both hands each formed sword seals, stabbing again and again.
The sword pellet crashed through one watchtower after another.
Behind it, countless flying swords darted about like flying fish, cutting down the demon race practitioners in the towers.
As the sword pellet flew on, it broke through the fourth, fifth, and sixth watchtowers in succession. The other practitioners caught up.
Just as they stopped, Ding Yun's Primordial Spirit immediately left his body and gave chase toward Shen Mu's sword pellet. He saw that after the sword pellet broke through the sixth watchtower, it clattered apart—eight thousand swords split into two waves, colliding with each other to form two smaller sword pellets that flew off to either side. Ding Yun was startled and sent his Primordial Spirit chasing after one of the sword pellets.