Chapter 915 — The Spirit Wood's Core Radiance Bursts Forth
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Around him corpses fell from the sky one after another, flailing, and dropped into the rivers of blood; the blood rivers churned as if the pot had boiled over, and countless monsters stirred up waves, fighting furiously among themselves over the corpses. 'If the core of the Yuan Wood could become a wooden sword, it would be far too powerful.
' Shen Mu sighed, then suddenly grasped the wooden needle: 'Grow —' The needle remained as fine as ever, yet in an instant it grew to a hundred li in length, like a thread too faint to be discerned, reaching out a hundred li. Shen Mu gripped the hundred-li thread and executed a sword move. Several young Heavenly Court experts a hundred li away, before they knew what was happening, were suddenly torn into pieces.
Even performed at a distance of a hundred li, Shen Mu's sword art was still incomparably fine and precise — no one had the least chance to dodge!
And the core of the Yuan Wood was so slender it could scarcely be detected. 'This treasure the Earth Mother gave me is truly handy,' Shen Mu could not help praising again. At last they came to the Great Prison.
A warden barred their way, standing atop a gate forged from an enormous skull, looking down from on high, and called out: 'Who comes?
' 'Jingping Shen Mu.
' Shen Mu announced his name: 'I have come to visit a prisoner. ' The warden was startled and dared not be negligent.
He hurried to open the gate; the hundred-zhang-tall skull opened its great jaws and let them in. 'Celestial Venerable Mu truly dares to come to the Great Prison — what courage!
Pray enter, Celestial Venerable Mu. Many good friends await you within, and some have been waiting four or five months!
' Shen Mu walked into the city, and several hundred experts turned to look at him in unison, every eye gleaming.
'Celestial Venerable Mu.
. .
' someone murmured, unable to suppress his excitement, his body trembling.
Suddenly a young god flew out and called in a loud voice: 'There is only one Celestial Venerable Mu, and several hundred of us.
How shall we divide him? ' For a time there was an uproar outside the Great Prison; everyone talked at once. 'Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
' Shen Mu waited a while, but they still had not agreed on a plan, so he raised his voice: 'There is no need to discuss it further.
Look at my hand.
' The clamor stopped. Everyone looked at his hand, and saw that Shen Mu was pinching a small wooden needle.
Shen Mu smiled: 'Big.
' Boom — a wooden pillar a hundred li long and a hundred-odd zhang thick abruptly appeared.
He swung it up and swept it along the Great Prison, crushing all before it and leveling everything around with a single blow. Who knows how many were ground to powder!
The wooden pillar vanished without a trace.
The surviving Heavenly Court experts, flying in the air, were terrified beyond measure, frantically searching for where the pillar had gone.
Shen Mu said to the dumbstruck warden: 'Where is Jiang Baigui imprisoned?
' The warden shuddered with cold dread and said hastily: 'This way, Celestial Venerable. ' He led the way ahead, when suddenly a corpse fell from the sky and struck with a smack at his feet.
The warden was startled and quickly looked up: corpses were falling like rain from the sky. One Heavenly Court expert after another, as if meeting an invisible death-fiend, turned into corpses and plunged down from the air.