Chapter 891 — Soul Transmigration to Another World
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 5
After this divine art passed, the cauldron returned to silence. Wei Suifeng let out a breath and said, "I do not wish to kill you—only to suppress and seal you. So long as you do not resist, you will not be harmed. Once I have finished investigating the Great Abyss of Guixu, I will release you..."
Crack.
Before him, the great cauldron suddenly split along a hairline fracture. Wei Suifeng's heart lurched. He watched as the various divine weapons composing the cauldron separated, floating in the air like stars.
Shen Mu stood among the divine weapons, having dismantled the connections between them, and was about to break free.
Suddenly, Wei Suifeng's divine weapons merged once more, transforming into chains that wove and interlaced, dancing before and behind him.
Rune marks surfaced on those chains, blazing with brilliant light. The runes imprinted themselves upon Shen Mu's skin, multiplying without cease.
"Transmission runes!"
Shen Mu's scalp went numb. His arms, legs, head, and chest—each bore countless transmission runes stamped upon them, forming six complete sets of transmission divine arts!
In other words, if the transmission arts detonated, he would be torn into six pieces!
It was the first time he had ever seen anyone use transmission divine arts in such a manner.
Before he could react, the runes surfacing on those chains had already completed the transmission arts.
"Wei Suifeng, you bastard..."
Shen Mu had barely gotten the words out when the transmission arts erupted. His head vanished in an instant, his legs and arms disappeared in succession, and then even his chest was transmitted away!
Wei Suifeng had actually used transmission divine arts to dismember him into six pieces!
"No matter who you are, those who block my path have but one road—death."
Wei Suifeng raised his hand. The chains disintegrated, transforming into divine weapons that gathered automatically behind him. He said indifferently, "I have already given you two chances."
He walked toward the female corpse on the ground and was about to bend down to examine it closely when suddenly a premonition struck him. He quickly straightened and looked around, only to see Shen Mu's limbs, head, and chest flying toward him from six different directions!
"He didn't die even like that?"
Wei Suifeng was profoundly shaken. Shen Mu's body and limbs converged in midair, piecing themselves together into a headless man. The body crouched, then suddenly erupted with power, sprinting forward. In a single stride he crossed over ten li—his headless flesh was so fearsome that it compressed the air across those ten li into a solid wall, then blasted that air-wall apart!
As he took that step, thunder roared behind him, leaving a vacuum corridor ten li long!
Wei Suifeng's eye twitched. With a sweep of his sleeve, the countless divine weapons behind him clashed with ringing peals, transforming into a bright mirror. It did not face Shen Mu's headless body—instead, it shone to the side.
Shen Mu's head was flying through the air toward his own body. Caught in the mirror's light, a thunderous boom rang out, and his head was blasted off to some unknown destination!
Wei Suifeng waved his hand, striking the back of the mirror. The mirror flew to meet the onrushing headless body of Shen Mu, its light shining forward—and astonishingly, it projected the phantom image of a towering building.
When Shen Mu's headless body charged into that place, the mirror suddenly disintegrated, merging with the phantom building. The building turned from illusion to reality, crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom.
The impact force of Shen Mu's body dragged this building scraping and sliding across the ground, trailing electric light and sparks that splashed in all directions.
The building came to rest directly before Wei Suifeng. From within came thunderous crashes—clearly Shen Mu's headless body was trying to break out.