Chapter 585 — Dubious Origins
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Suddenly the black dragon spear thrust in, scattering the moves of Tianfeng Gou's divine sword. She leaped out of the painting. Straight ahead, a burly man clad in sable rode a green ox straight at her, his saber-work superb and his forms intricate—a style she had never seen, with spells and divine powers hidden within, of astonishing might.
She underestimated the power of that one cut and paid for it.
A flash of saber-light, and her sword hand—her right hand—was severed completely, blood spraying through the air. Tianfeng Gou gave a muffled gasp, seized the sword with her left hand, and was about to run the ox-rider through when a stunningly beautiful woman curled her palm inward. Space collapsed, and Tianfeng Gou felt herself dragged helplessly toward that palm.
Boom!
The blacksmith charged in from the side and hammered her square on the forehead. Her mind went dazed.
Another short old man used the black dragon spear to break through her divine sword forms, the spear folding and twisting through the air in uncanny angles before piercing her chest. Bang! Her face slammed into the beautiful woman's palm, and the Daluo Heaven star palm power exploded, blurring her whole face into flesh and blood.
The woman's hands whirled as she circled Tianfeng Gou at dizzying speed, her fingers tapping again and again to seal away her primordial spirit and soul.
With a thud, Tianfeng Gou crashed to the ground, her primordial spirit unable to escape, sealed within her battered body. She had not yet died. Through dim eyes she saw a man in a bronze mask hurry to her side and thrust silver needle after silver needle into her body.
The voice he sent into her ears seemed to recede farther and farther into the distance as he said with a smile, "With me here, she won't die. Rest easy—just drag her soul out and interrogate it.
" The Venerable God Sangye stood there woodenly, lost and uncertain. Before he had even had a chance to trade blows with Tianfeng Gou, she had been finished off by these strange people. All the same, Tianfeng Gou truly was a formidable being—her strength, though less than a true god's, was not far from it, and he was certainly no match for her.
Sangye had been ready to sacrifice himself at any moment, only regretting that Shen Mu would likely share his grave.
Fortunately these odd folk had appeared from nowhere and, in one wild flurry of blows, gravely wounded and sealed Tianfeng Gou. Otherwise, he and Shen Mu would certainly both have died. On the other side, Shen Mu cautiously reached up and pushed aside the great saber pressed against his neck. The Butcher snorted, and the blade settled back against his throat.
Shen Mu pushed again, but the Butcher kept the saber there, still clearly angry.
Shen Mu said cautiously, "Grandpa Butcher, you were wrapped in the roe-deer hide, and Granny's magic is so fine that I couldn't see through it. I didn't know it was you.
If I had known, I would never have put my sword to your neck. .
. " "I don't care!
" the Butcher said coldly. "With all the pain and toil I raised you from a child, and you want to kill me for one spanking? My heart has turned to ice! " Behind him, the fingers of Huo Tuluo's hand suddenly spread wide and flat, and one by one they dropped off, falling to the ground like little pillars of flesh. "Ke.
. .
" A strange sound came from Huo Tuluo's throat. Slowly he drew his hands back and reached trembling for his own neck. He did his utmost to keep his balance, not daring to move too quickly; every tiny shift was made with infinite care.
But before his hands could touch his neck, the head on that neck had already lost its balance and begun to slide little by little to one side. Huo Tuluo hastened, grabbing at the head on his neck! Bang.
A loud crack came as his two hands met above his neck—while the head was already falling past him.
Blood gushed from his neck, staining his hands scarlet. "What a swift blade—" The severed head loosed a piercing shriek.