Chapter 851 — Rustic Rabble Harbor Treasonous Designs
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
As the poem goes: 'Since ancient times the unruly folk have brimmed with strange ambitions, daring to call the Heavenly Emperor no true man! ' To the lords of the Heavenly Court, aren't we exactly the unruly folk of these barren hills and wicked waters?
" Shen Mu praised sincerely, "Blind Grandpa, your cultivation has risen again — that poem is of the highest order! " The blind old man looked smug.
Qu He laughed heartily.
"Even treason you can dress up in so many flourishes — no wonder His Majesty says the lower realm is forever full of unruly folk plotting his downfall. " The blind old man smiled. "You always meet people with a smiling face — it gives one the sense of a smiling tiger.
Lord Divine Constable of the Heavenly Court, we have a road to travel — will you permit us to pass? " Qu He said with a smile, "Naturally I permit it.
Go on through, but do not disturb the scene. " The dragon qilin and the water qilin advanced cautiously, while the tower ship still floated overhead.
Qu He stood at the prow, hands still clasped behind his back, his gaze deep and quiet, watching them draw nearer one by one.
Yuchenzi stood beside him and suddenly felt a chill of dread — behind Qu He, a thousand-zhang primal spirit had silently emerged!
The thousand-zhang primal spirit's arms unfurled one by one like stamens, and in each palm a great Holy Pupil slowly opened.
And below the ship, the blind old man and his companions seemed utterly unaware, continuing their unhurried journey.
Cold sweat broke out on Yuchenzi's brow; in his alarm his heart pounded wildly. Qu He glanced at him, half-smiling.
Atop the dragon qilin's head, the blind old man looked perfectly at ease, humming a little tune, yet his eyes were slowly closing. At his waist, a black dragon-bone belt suddenly began to unfurl — the belt was a black dragon's spine, its sharp claws hidden within its body, now slowly extending, the claws hooking into the air.
The Longtuo Divine Spear gradually awoke, circling the blind old man's waist, its joints shifting with a faint clattering rattle. Shen Mu retreated two steps and warily scanned his surroundings. He saw several youths on the tower ship leap up and drop toward the ground below — yet they did not land, but stood in midair, holding shields, chains, waist-sabers, and the like.
And the wolf-headed, human-bodied Sky-Howling God Race, who had been racing like lightning through the wild hills, suddenly fell still, every one of them turning their heads to look this way. Shen Mu's eye twitched.
He reached out and seized the sword pellet, gripping it hard; the pellet swelled in the wind and became a divine sword. Shen Mu crossed his hands, and the divine sword split in two.
The youths shook their chains, and rays of light burst from them. The chains linked and wove together in midair, forming ring after ring of chain that flowed ceaselessly through the air.
Shen Mu narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Fatty Water, guard your master.
Fatty Dragon, stay on your guard.
" At last, they walked into the shadow beneath the ship.
At the prow, Qu He's smile deepened.
Suddenly, the thousand arms of his thousand-zhang primal spirit spread their fingers and reached down from the deck, under the ship! In that instant, Shen Mu and the others saw a thousand great eyeballs appear in the shadow of the great ship. Within each eyeball countless formations swirled; in a flash the lights wove and crossed, forming all manner of bizarre formations that came surging from every direction!
In a single instant the formations changed countless times, and their terrible power erupted, shredding the space beneath the ship!
The coursing pillars of light were blinding; Shen Mu hastily shut his eyes, and only then understood why the blind old man had closed his eyes at the very first moment. Just then a dragon's roar rang out, and Shen Mu felt the blind old man vanish from his side.