Chapter 832 — Slaying a God
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
A thick light came. Lin Xiao flew on beating wings, a great sun rolling beneath him, and roared into the space within the hull. Its scorching radiance became sword light shooting in every direction.
Suddenly the golden sword qi halted in midair; the golden swords formed of light stood still in the air.
Lin Xiao, rooster-crested, bird-headed, human-bodied, spread both wings and settled slowly onto the great sun, his bird claws gripping it tight, and looked at the two of them in high excitement.
Hum, hum, hum.
The great sun trembled, and more golden swords appeared before them, locking onto Shen Mu and Zhe Huali.
"The Heavenly Emperor and the gods conferred titles on the Nine Heavenly Lords — Yu, Hao, Ling, Yue, Huo, You, Yun, Mu, Shen. Each of the Nine Heavenly Lords achieved something extraordinary."
Lin Xiao stared at Shen Mu, paying Zhe Huali no mind. "The names of the Nine Heavenly Lords ring too loudly. Heavenly Lord Hao is now Emperor Hao of Heaven, ruling the Longxiao Heavenly Court; Heavenly Lord Yun is called Emperor Yun of Heaven, ruling the Xiaohan Heavenly Court; the other Heavenly Lords are no small matter either. Only Heavenly Lord Mu and Heavenly Lord Shen show a dragon's head but never its tail, appearing only now and then. To think that on this ghost ship I could cut down a Heavenly Lord Mu from a later age! Heh heh heh!"
Zhe Huali looked lost.
Shen Mu said calmly, "I do not know what you are so pleased about. Lin Xiao, do you know that the Plume-Crested Fire Pheasant Dragon is nothing but a dish on the dinner table in later ages?"
"Bullshit!"
The dragon scales on Lin Xiao's neck burst apart, feathers sprouting from beneath them, and his flesh swelled at furious speed. He chuckled. "The Plume-Crested Fire Pheasant Dragon is the offspring of the golden rooster and the divine dragon, of noble blood, high and exalted, governing the course of the great sun. You humans are the ones who belong on the dinner table!"
"Strike!"
Shen Mu roared. At once the whole interior of the hull blazed with unbearable light, and the seventy-two formation diagrams erupted in an instant!
One of them was the primordial magnetic ability; in a single instant it made Lin Xiao's body immeasurably heavy, as though Mount Sumeru after Mount Sumeru were pressing down on him, crushing him and the great sun together to the ground with a thunderous crash!
The other diagrams erupted, and terrible great abilities came from above and below, from all four directions, hammering down on the pinned Lin Xiao!
The space within the hull was nearly torn apart by these extraordinary abilities; in their wake the space was twisted, folded into shapes beyond counting, so that not a single step could be taken!
Zhe Huali drew the demon blade, roused his cultivation, and entered the Dao through the blade, reaching his peak in an instant!
Then the light of one formation diagram shone upon him — the teleportation diagram.
Zhe Huali seemed to pass into the world within a painting, and as the painting pitched up and down he flew through violently shaking space.
Now at last he understood why Shen Mu had asked about his sense of space. In this moment the teleportation ability tossed him about until he had no idea which way was which!
Zhe Huali fought down the urge to vomit and madly drove the demon blade, madly raising his cultivation.
Shua —
His form appeared at the left side of the bird-headed god, whose body was covered in wounds. Zhe Huali roared, bellowed, took one stride, and brought his blade up and down, pouring every ounce of his strength out through the blade!
There was still a glimmer of astonishment in Lin Xiao's eyes. Then his head flew from his shoulders, and divine blood gushed forth.