Chapter 675 — The Tempered Physique Stirs Up Storms
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
That darkness was like another layer of time and space, corroding his vital essence, his divine abilities, his very flesh; it seeped into his body, tainting his primordial spirit. His divine ability blasted into the darkness, its might running wild, recklessly pouring out its power—yet it was swiftly devoured by the dark.
Xu Shenghua sprang backward, and as he retreated he struck out with a palm behind him. His five fingers quivered, and at once the air behind him filled with palm shadows and finger shadows—palm lines like mountains and rivers, palm centers like continents beneath heaven, finger shadows like towering peaks!
Lou Qianzhong appeared behind him, seeming in the darkness to be composed of black sand. He passed straight through Xu Shenghua's divine ability and drove a palm into the center of Xu Shenghua's back.
Xu Shenghua grunted and pitched forward. In the darkness a gateway opened, revealing a dim, secluded space; within that space a monster that was neither god nor demon waited at the door, and a steel fork thrust at Xu Shenghua.
Xu Shenghua brought his hands together, and the void world abruptly closed. Blossoms and petals scattered through the sky, engulfing him.
The steel fork stabbed out from the gateway into the void world, clattering loudly, yet it struck nothing. A single petal fell upon the fork, and the void world vanished, Xu Shenghua along with it.
"Eh!"
Suddenly a voice cried out loudly, "Another pseudo-Overlord Body!"
Lou Qianzhong withdrew his move; the darkness receded. Frowning slightly, he looked toward the voice.
At the same moment Xu Shenghua's figure abruptly appeared, as if walking out from the depths of space. His face somewhat pale, he too looked toward the voice.
The gates of Li City stood wide open, and Shen Mu rode out of the city in high, smug spirits atop a majestic dragon qilin—plainly intending to take it for a trot and test its paces. He shouted, "Pi, giddy-up!"
The dragon qilin said, displeased, "Cult Master, I am a dragon qilin, not a horse. Do not call me by my true name—be careful that Ban Gongcuo fellow does not hear it and stab me in the back."
The dragon qilin's stride was exceedingly fast; each step it sprang forth left a string of firelight in its wake. Before its words had even reached the others, it had already carried Shen Mu to Pang Yu's side and come to a steady halt.
Only then did the sound penetrate everyone's ears.
Shen Mu laughed. "My toil these days was not in vain. Senior Brother Xu, Dao Master, Senior Brother Wang—you are all here. Come and see whether my Fat Dragon here is not mighty?"
Wang Muran pursed his lips and said nothing. The big deer beside him said, "Yo yo, mighty indeed. If that figure of his holds its shape for three days, I will pull off my antlers and stick them up my nostrils. Yo—"
The dragon qilin glared at him.
Shen Mu did not mind in the least. His gaze fell upon Lou Qianzhong, and he said gravely, "The Village Head is indeed widely learned and well informed; he was not wrong. The moment my Overlord Body appears, all manner of pseudo-Overlord Bodies come popping out to seize my fate and fortune, hoping to become true Overlord Bodies. Senior Brother Xu, I was not speaking of you—do not take it to heart... Senior Brother Wang, shut your mouth. You are no Overlord Body; you are not even a pseudo-Overlord Body..."
Lou Yunqu, Wei Qingpei, and the others looked Shen Mu up and down and said in low voices, "Venerable King, who is this young man with his nose in the air, riding an unidentified species?"
Fu Riluo smiled. "Does the Nether Capital not possess a Book of Life and Death? If Brother Lou consults the Book of Life and Death, will he not know at once?"