Chapter 849 — The Puffed-Up Youth
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Yu Hongxiu was about to speak when the river's surface glittered with broken light; Xiao Chunfeng stepped out, and in the next instant a spirit bridge spanned the Yong River. His primordial spirit emerged, standing upon the spirit bridge, pestle and axe in hand, his figure tall and imposing! Xiao Chunfeng's vital essence erupted, and a full moon rose out of the river's surface; countless calculation runes became stars revolving about the moon, like a river of stars winding around a vast moon, eclipsing even the radiance of the sun!
Xiao Chunfeng laughed long and loud. "Overlord Body of Jingping, do you dare fight? " On the white dragon's back, Yu Hongxiu clenched her hands in excitement and said to Dao Master Lin Xuan with a smile, "Brother Xiao is drawing on the power of his bloodline.
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. " By the riverbank, Shen Mu stepped forward, and behind him a heavenly river descended from the sky, linking to the heavenly palace, vast and surging, and his primordial spirit stood upon that heavenly river.
Dao Master Lin Xuan sighed. In that instant, monstrous waves rose on the Yong River, smashing even space itself and tearing a great hole in the sky above the water!
Yu Hongxiu had only time to see the river of stars shatter and the bright moon break apart before the river's surface burst open, heaving violently a dozen times and more, then settling back into stillness.
The Dragon Qilin and the Water Qilin set foot on the riverbank, raced across the subsided battlefield, caught up with Shen Mu as he walked out from the falling waves, and ran toward the far shore.
That sapphire-blue Water Qilin even halted, peered down at the river's surface, and then hurried to keep pace with Shen Mu. After a moment, Xiao Chunfeng floated up from beneath the river, sprawled on his back upon the water as though he had been trampled a thousand times by countless wild bulls, his nose swollen and face bruised, his clothes in tatters, staring vacantly up at the sky.
Dao Master Lin Xuan sighed again and roused his vital essence; the white dragon let down a whisker, which curled around Xiao Chunfeng on the river's surface and lifted him onto its back. As Dao Master Lin Xuan treated his injuries, he muttered, "Cult Master Shen has less and less medical ethics by the day.
He used to heal the people he injured, though he charged a bit steeply.
Now he has puffed himself up and no longer deigns to look at such small change. . .
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