Chapter 591 — The Grudge-Bound Enemy
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
The ancestors of the demon race also turned and fled, burrowing in all directions, wishing they could return to the Netherworld and hide in its deepest darkness.
They held a deep, visceral terror toward the aura from Shen Mu's loss of control. Even though they were muddled and possessed little spiritual intelligence, they could not forget the scene from years ago—that giant infant slaughtering and devouring them wherever it went!
Suddenly, Lu Li let out a high-pitched scream, uttering strange and unfathomable words in the Netherworld tongue. The ancestors of the demon race gradually calmed, no longer fleeing. They restrained the Netherworld monsters and struck down deserters wherever they found them.
Before long, Earthlord's magma avatar appeared and sealed Shen Mu. The terrifying aura vanished. Only then did the Netherworld monsters stop scattering in all directions. They reorganized into ranks and continued their eastward advance.
In the world of the demon race, the Woodcutter Sage and twenty-four other gods and demons from the Wilderness all raised their heads, gazing at the sky. Even here in the demon race's Luofu Heaven, they could sense the disturbance emanating from Taihuang Heaven.
"The demonic nature suppressed by that jade pendant has erupted."
The Woodcutter Sage exhaled a turbid breath and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, I did not directly break the seal on the jade pendant back then. When I heard he was born in the Netherworld, I knew there was something strange about it…"
A deity asked, "Celestial Master, who are you speaking of?"
The Woodcutter Sage felt a headache coming on. "My youngest disciple… Never mind him. Let's continue."
These twenty-five deities resumed their work, constructing giant golden-charactered altars throughout the demon race's Luofu Heaven.
In Li City, Mingyi City, and other places, Emperor-Teacher Jingping, True God Pang Yu, and other deities were interrogating Tian Fenggou when they too sensed that frightful tremor. They flew into the air and looked toward the direction from which it came, terror in their hearts.
"It seems to be from the direction of Wuwang City! From the sentry platform!"
Goddess Sang Ye cried out in alarm, "This is bad! Sect Master Shen and those strange Daoist friends are still there!"
At the same time, light flickered within the Spirit-Energy Teleportation Bridge. A youth and a three-legged, two-winged deity stepped out from the bridge and immediately sensed the violent aura from the out-of-control Shen Mu. They were greatly astonished.
"Why has this Shen Mu lost control now? If he goes on a killing spree here, it won't be easy to lure him into Jingping…"
Young Master Qi's gaze flickered. Just then, Shen Mu's violent aura vanished. He too breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "That's more like it."
Suddenly, Lord Yang Star cried out, "Young Master, I sense my hand!"
He raised his right arm—and his right hand was indeed missing!
"The Heavenly Blade that cut off my right hand is also in Taihuang Heaven! He's actually still alive!"
Lord Yang Star's expression shifted slightly. He sneered, "I cut him in half, yet he managed to survive!"
Beside the abyss of Wuwang City, Butcher's heart suddenly stirred. He squeezed the Taotie Pouch at his waist. His Taotie Pouch was somewhat smaller than Shen Mu's—not a masterpiece—but it could still store many things within.
Inside his Taotie Pouch, a hand bone was stirring restlessly, leaping again and again, as though it wanted to fly out of the pouch and return to its owner.
Behind Butcher, the Heavenly Blade vibrated, ringing of its own accord.
"I must go."
Butcher tightened his robes and said carelessly, "An old friend of mine has arrived. Today is the day to settle our grudge. Bashan, don't follow me. Stay here."