Chapter 657 — Hard to Tell Friend from Foe
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
Where his blood fell to the deck it set it alight at once, and the stern was now wholly engulfed in divine fire. The air was consumed at a frantic pace, and soon neither Shen Mu nor Ling Yuxiu could breathe.
The Great Sun Star Lord strode toward them, panting.
"To take the head of an Imperial Throne powerhouse, one needs the God-Slaying Terrace of an Imperial Throne powerhouse to unleash a single killing blow. A pity you never obtained that divine mountain. Now, you may die. .
. " Suddenly the tower ship trembled faintly once more. The Great Sun Star Lord's body went rigid; his neck twisted sharply around — and there, behind him in the divine fire, a tall, slender figure came walking through the flames, a divine sword in hand, its tip angled toward the deck. Where the sword's tip passed, the divine fire died at once, leaving only pools of golden blood.
"You are not dead?
" Fear and panic showed in the Great Sun Star Lord's single eye.
He retreated slowly, then suddenly beat his wings and shot up, both wings wrenching from him a shrill, mournful scream, and his body fled far away like a streak of flowing light. The First Ancestor Human Emperor's face was sallow as wax. He suddenly raised a hand and struck out, saying softly, "Creation Azure Origin!
" The tower ship suddenly bloomed as a withered tree greets spring; its wooden frame put forth roots and shoots in an instant, and in the blink of an eye towering trees burst up in all directions, soon becoming a primeval forest!
The tower ship became like a tiny planet covered in trees above, below, and on every side, drifting alone through the starry void. The First Ancestor Human Emperor walked up to Shen Mu and the others and said calmly, "Daoist friend Chixi, how long will you keep hiding? If you had struck just now, you could have fought the Great Sun Star Lord to mutual death, rather than let him flee.
" After a moment, Chixi suddenly appeared at the ship's prow, holding up the Heaven-Suppressing Tower, his three faces and six eyes fixed on the First Ancestor. "I am gravely wounded as well.
True, I could have fought him to mutual death — but in dying together with him I too would have perished. Since he has fled, he will not dare return, and even if he did he could not catch us. We have achieved our aim and need not take the risk.
How are your wounds? " There was a note of concern in his tone. Shen Mu's heart went chill. 'For Chixi to ask that now bodes ill! If the First Ancestor is killed, Chiming can swallow Jingping with ease! Chixi has murder in his heart!
' The very reason Chixi was willing to ally with Jingping was the presence of the First Ancestor Human Emperor: with him, Jingping had the strength to make an alliance with the Chiming Divine Dynasty. And if the First Ancestor died, there would be no need for an alliance — Jingping could simply be swallowed whole! The First Ancestor Human Emperor said calmly, "How grave my wounds are — you need only try me and find out.
" Shen Mu seized the small box and laughed. "Senior Chixi, we are still allies after all.
It would be rather unseemly to fall out now.
" Chixi stared at the box in his hand, then suddenly laughed.
"Quite so. I was merely expressing concern; I meant no ill.
Disciple, come here. " Ban Gongcuo went over, and said in a low voice, "The First Ancestor Human Emperor's wounds are grave.
If we could seize the God-Slaying Dark Blade, we could hold them at our mercy! " Chixi shook his head.
"I know his wounds are grave, but mine are no light matter either. I have no confidence in withstanding the God-Slaying Dark Blade.
Wait until I have recovered somewhat.
" The First Ancestor Human Emperor sank down to sit. Shen Mu examined his wounds carefully, frowning slightly.