Chapter 881 — The Firmament's Legitimate Heir
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
His elder brother Shen Fengqing must be trembling with excitement at this moment, fervently harvesting the souls of the Northern Skies' Lords of the Heavens according to the Xiao Tubo Pact, storing them in the Life-Slaying Cauldron to eat one by one. Shen Fengqing had no such thing as rationality. In his mind, apart from their mother, all things in the world and all living beings were divided only into those that could be eaten and those that could not.
Even their father Qin Hanzhen and his younger brother Shen Mu fell into the category of things that could be eaten.
Only because their mother did not want him to eat Shen Mu did he reluctantly spare his younger brother's life. "If this batch of Lords of the Heavens at the Jade Capital realm came to Jingping, to what heights would Jingping's strength rise. .
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" Blood gurgled from the corners of Shen Mu's mouth, his heart aching terribly.
Finally, the last god-demon fell in the darkness. Mahakala opened his eyes and looked at Shen Mu with an indifferent expression.
"I thought you would spare them. I never expected you to be so ruthless.
" In the pool of blood, Shen Mu's heart ached even more, blood spraying from his mouth like a fountain. Mahakala turned and walked toward the Mahakala Palace. "Leave.
I will give you half a day. If you cannot walk out of the Mahakala Palace's domain alive, then I will personally kill you. If you escape, I am willing to swallow my pride and will not touch Jingping.
" Dragon Qilin hurried over, placed Shen Mu, still recovering his physical body, onto his back, and without a word ran down the mountain.
Inside the Mahakala Palace, Mahakala's many disciples exchanged glances, quietly sizing up the silent Mahakala. This time Mahakala had suffered a great loss.
It was the two Heavenly Masters, the Woodcutter and Zixi, who had stirred up trouble, provoking the conflict between the Northern Skies and the Jingping Overlord Body.
Had Mahakala not intervened, the Northern Skies would likely have been taken away by these Lords of the Heavens, submitting to Jingping in hopes of preserving their lives. And even with Mahakala intervening, the Lords of the Heavens of all three hundred and sixteen Northern Skies had all lost their lives! These Lords of the Heavens could be said to be the most elite fighting strength under his command. In addition, the elite divine ability users selected from the various skies had buried countless young talents.
Mahakala had always been one to repay the smallest grievance, let alone after suffering such a great loss this time. Yet he held back, enduring in silence, even making the seemingly absurd and foolish move of leaving half a day for Shen Mu to leave his territory.
"At the same realm, defeating the Heavenly Court's strongest weapon—truly worthy of the Overlord Body. As long as he can survive, the future need not be one of dead silence.
" Mahakala stared blankly, then suddenly laughed. "You think letting him go brings shame to the Northern Skies, don't you? " Mo Santong, Xue Taidou, and the others did not dare speak. "As your teacher, I will tell you a secret.
" Mahakala chuckled.
"I was born before Longhan. That I could live from the ancient times until now is precisely because I have no shame. " Mo Santong and the others wore strange expressions, and no one responded. Mahakala stood up, darkness flowing behind him, and laughed.
"In those years, there were far too many existences stronger than me, and far too many smarter than me, yet few survived. I alone have endured through the ages, honored as the Demon Ancestor.
If I had cared about face and reputation, I would have died long ago. " Mo Santong and the others' eyes darted about.