Chapter 562 — Unleash Some Savagery, Deal Some Vicious Blows
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
By the time Shen Mu left, thrusting a sword through another man's brow, the divine ability finally crashed down upon that man; the demon master's chest shattered, the cloth of his back burst asunder, and forty-five divine dragons flew out from his heart, carrying away all the blood and qi of his body. Shen Mu felt as though he had entered a world where time flowed slowly; his advancement was an advancement in nearly every aspect.
Strings of bleak, exquisite blood-light rushed from the enemies' vital points before their divine abilities erupted, becoming blossoms of blood that slowly bloomed in midair; and once the abilities erupted, Shen Mu was no longer there. In his eyes the enemies' divine abilities too grew extraordinarily slow.
Whenever an ability burst forth, the demon essence transformed from qi into runes, and from runes into Dao arts, and the Dao art's power erupted, appearing extraordinarily beautiful.
These demon ability-users were no weaklings; all were disciples trained by Demon Gods, fit to be called the elite of the Demon race.
While retaining immense power, their divine abilities were also exceedingly refined; every breath of their transformations was dazzling, beautiful. Shen Mu admired such beauty greatly.
Under the gaze of his Nine Heavens Holy Pupil, the process of the divine abilities blooming one after another was a feast for the eyes.
Especially when blood flowed out and splattered in the air to form blossoms of blood that adorned the divine abilities of the hundred-odd demon masters — it seemed all the more multicolored, all the more gorgeous. This time he had opened a new path, structuring the circulation of his cultivation art in a strange new way, deconstructing his own art anew and perfecting it — the enhancement the Profound Body Three Elixir Art brought him was not only an enhancement of the body, but likewise of the speed of his essence's circulation and the power of his divine abilities! He roamed among the hundred-odd demon masters, wielding the simplest of basic sword forms, with no excess of flourish; yet with his attack speed and strength so sharply enhanced, the simple moves proved extraordinarily effective. In his Holy Pupil, everyone slowed — their divine abilities, their techniques, the essence weapons they drove, their body arts, all grew slow, allowing him to catch the flaw in any man with perfect clarity.
Shen Mu halted. Flying swords came howling one after another, colliding with the Wuyou Sword in his hand and vanishing; soon the eight thousand swords had returned to one. Behind him, countless divine abilities erupted and essence weapons whirled, destroying swaths upon swaths of mountain forest, thunderous booms rolling on without cease.
Moments later, all fell into silence.
Then came a series of thuds as one demon master after another toppled to the ground, corpses scattered every which way. Shen Mu lightly rubbed the Wuyou Sword in his hand; the sword became a sword core.
He turned and looked at the one demon master still standing on the field. That demon master was precisely the one who had urged the others to break his comprehension.
The man's legs trembled, beads of sweat the size of beans streaming ceaselessly down his forehead, his face written all over with terror. Shen Mu put away the sword core, and essence threads spilled out, rebuilding the pathways of the Holy Pupil's essence circulation — but he could not re-enter that state of Dao comprehension. The demon master stared blankly, not daring to move in the slightest.
The more Shen Mu tried to enter comprehension, the less he could; he could not help growing fretful, and smashed the essence-formed Holy Pupil to powder with a punch.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!