Chapter 774 — The Ugly-Faced Youth
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
Why can it not refine him to death? " The crowd fell into panic, pouring out mana madly to rouse the Life-Slaying Cauldron and the Heaven-Blending Net, and Lu Li hastily cried out: "Fully rouse the power of the Heaven-Blending Net first, and drive him down to the bottom of the cauldron!
" At once more than ten ancient beings ceased rousing the Life-Slaying Cauldron and poured their mana into the Heaven-Blending Net instead; its power swelled at once, and a great booming crash came from within the cauldron. The pressure on the crowd suddenly eased, yet their hearts were uneasy, for they did not know what was happening inside.
"Surely the Divine Son of Youdu has not been beaten to death by the Heaven-Blending Net?
" Yan Qianzhong said in a low voice.
Within the cauldron, Shen Mu stood upon the continent of Youdu; starlight shot forth from the star-river coiling in the sky, net after net of starlight slicing down without pause, their radiance flickering uncertainly, forcing him to attack madly simply to hold off the cutting of that net of heaven and earth. Roused by Lu Li and the others to its utmost, the Heaven-Blending Net's power surged; the star-river churned and suddenly became an enormous palm print that came crashing down. Shen Mu raised his four arms high and caught that vast hand of stars head-on, and under its weight his body sank lower and lower.
Just then the third eye of each of the four heads of Tubo opened, and four beams of light sliced down as one; the continent of Tubo beneath Shen Mu's feet was instantly cut into fragments, split into four. That hand of stars pressed Shen Mu down and slammed him hard; pinned beneath the palm, he heard the howl of wind at his ears, the wind drawn into a single unbroken line, while the demonic qi was compressed into walls, into a continent, squeezing him in the middle.
Boom! The power of that hand of stars erupted, its force reaching all the way to the bottom of the Life-Slaying Cauldron; the great cauldron shook violently, and Shen Mu's bones snapped and his sinews tore, his neck twisted, his four arms broken, his legs bent awry, sprawled on the ground in a grotesque posture—while Shen Fengqing, for his part, still sucked his thumb and slept soundly.
A moment before, Shen Mu had taken the brunt of the star-hand's power himself, shielding him with all his strength so that he would not be hurt—and so it was Shen Mu himself who was left gravely wounded. The hand of stars dispersed, and the starlight streamed upward like a tornado, vanishing quickly.
For the first time Shen Mu had been beaten so badly; he lay there without moving, his mana in complete disorder, his primordial spirit gravely wounded—when suddenly the power of the Life-Slaying Cauldron surged as if exploding, and rolling demonic qi of Youdu came pouring in, swiftly filling his whole body.
Startled and delighted, Shen Mu thought: "Who is healing me? Is it Tubo?
He does not seem like such a kind man.
. .
" His mana was replenished at once, and he hastily roused the Art of Creation to heal his wounds. Yet the power of the Life-Slaying Cauldron only grew stronger, the mana pouring in ever more abundant; Shen Mu's wounds healed swiftly, and still the cauldron's might kept rising madly! "Something is not right.
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. " The raging demonic qi swelled his body until it bulged and distended, his frame growing larger and larger, and panic rose in his heart. He cried hastily: "Brother, brother, wake up!
Are you done digesting? I cannot hold on much longer. .
. " His head swam and his vision blurred, everything before him hazy—when suddenly he heard an aged, hoary voice laugh: "A Chou, stop fussing about.
Your wife is heavy with child; how can you let her labor over the household? Go and help her at once!