Chapter 803 — This Seat Could Not Care Less
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
He had already shattered the gate of the Jade Capital; wherever he passed, the phantoms of palaces were shaken apart, broken bricks and tiles, ruined walls and crumbling eaves flying in every direction! Within the phantom of the Lingxiao Hall, Yan Qiling stood before the imperial throne.
Shen Mu had come too fast—so fast he did not seem a wounded man. Her divine ability was not yet ready when she saw Shen Mu already charging to the front of Lingxiao Hall. "His cultivation has recovered?
No—he has entered the Life-and-Death realm! " Yan Qiling's blood ran cold.
Suddenly Lingxiao Hall quaked; Shen Mu's fist smashed this supreme sanctuary of the ancient god's Heavenly Court into pieces. The next moment his fist pressed into Yan Qiling's lovely face, and the immense force erupted.
The two figures flashed across the collapsing phantom of the ancient Heavenly Court; a mountain peak tens of li away suddenly burst apart, rocks flying, the falling stones tracing arcs through the air and striking ground only after a long while. Then a deafening roar came, and only then did the phantom of the ancient Heavenly Court disperse.
Yan Qiling's figure skimmed along the ground, changing shape as she went, shattering countless trees and rocks, sliding dozens of li before she stopped, lying there unable to move. A bare foot appeared beside her; then another large bare foot came down.
Shen Mu stood before her. "The Mu Tianzun conferred by that old man the Heavenly Emperor—I do not give a damn.
" Shen Mu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
"My Mu Tianzun was won with these fists of mine, not conferred by that old man the Heavenly Emperor! " Blood welled again and again from Yan Qiling's mouth; she stared at him, eyes glazed.
Shen Mu lifted an arm still in the midst of healing and spread five fingers wide, and there came a whistling of air split asunder. A flying sword dropped suddenly into his hand; then ding-ding-ding rang without cease as the other swords struck it one by one and fused with it, so swiftly that only afterimages could be seen.
Shen Mu turned the sword tip downward and lifted Yan Qiling's chin with it, raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed softly.
"Where is Yu Tianzun? " Yan Qiling swallowed the blood in her mouth, her voice hoarse: "Bring them up.
" "Sect Master, we are here!
" came Dragon Qilin's voice, trembling. Shen Mu looked toward the sound and saw the several women who followed Yan Qiling herding Yu Tianzun, Gongsun Yan and the others forward. Dragon Qilin said dejectedly, "Sect Master, we had not gone far before we were caught.
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. " "I know.
" Shen Mu said calmly, "You drew them off; only so could I capture this woman alive and trade her for you.
It was a stratagem of luring the tiger from the mountain.
" Dragon Qilin was dumbstruck.
"Sect Master, do you mean it was not that you drew these women's attention so that we could run first?
" Shen Mu was taken aback, scratched his head, and said as if possessed by a spirit, "That is right, Fatty Long, that is exactly what I meant.
You grasped it very well. Mm, very well.
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