Chapter 955 — Myriad Demons Disturb the Heart
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Luo Wushuang tossed the head of the heart-demon Shen Mu; it rolled to Shen Mu's feet. Shen Mu looked up at Luo Wushuang and saw him striding toward him, murderous intent boiling — then suddenly, with a thud, he fell stiffly to the ground, unconscious.
The disciple he had brought aboard hurried over, took out wound medicine, and began treating Luo Wushuang's injuries.
Suddenly, Yun Chuxiu said coldly: "A man who has fallen unconscious is at his most dangerous. Kill Luo Wushuang at once, and we may still be saved!"
The disciple was startled. He abruptly set down his blade case at his feet and stood guard over Luo Wushuang, shouting angrily: "Mad woman, what nonsense are you raving?"
The others aboard were likewise shaken, and looked at Yun Chuxiu, unable to understand why she would say such a thing.
Yun Chuxiu sneered: "Once a person falls unconscious, his consciousness falls into disorder and his Dao-heart loses control — that is when he is most dangerous. In unconsciousness, wild thoughts run rampant and demons dance in chaos; there will be unpredictable and terrible peril!"
At that very moment, a sudden clatter of footsteps rang out. Following the sound, the crowd saw a chest emerge from the light of the Great Void — and upon the chest, Luo Wushuang's heart-demon Shen Mu appeared in their view.
Then came more clattering footsteps: a second heart-demon Shen Mu appeared, then a third, a fourth...
Soon more and more heart-demon Shen Mus appeared. In that brief span, thirty or fifty chests marched out of the light of the Great Void, each bearing a heart-demon Shen Mu!
"Too late... The reason Luo Wushuang imagined Heavenly Venerable Mu as so powerful is precisely because of his reputation for the Overlord Body."
Yun Chuxiu sighed and called out loudly: "Everyone, channel the tower ship with all your strength — get us away from here!"
The tower ship surged forward, racing madly into the depths of the Great Void's halo. Behind it, thirty or fifty Shen Mus rose at once and gave chase, flying swords blazing — streaks of light reached the ship ahead of them.
Whizz, whizz, whizz — the sound of air being pierced rang out. The tower ship was run through by those streaks of sword-light, great holes torn through it, while on the deck the sword-light danced like fish and dragons, weaving among the crowd.
The people aboard were plunged into peril, each unleashing their divine abilities and channeling their divine weapons to hold the sword-light back.
Suddenly a scream rang out. A god-man was run through by a sword; his primordial spirit flew from his body at once — but no sooner had it left than another streak of sword-light pinned it dead in the air!
The ship fell into chaos. Shen Mu too raised his sword core to fend off the sword-light. The him that Luo Wushuang imagined still wielded the sword art of years past — crude and clumsy in the eyes of who he was now.
Yet the him imagined by Luo Wushuang was simply too strong. He could only seek openings to break the sword art, but every clash with the heart-demon Shen Mu's sword-light shook his vital essence into disarray!
"In Luo Wushuang's heart, I am far too strong!"
Shen Mu gritted his teeth and held on, his sword core wheeling, pressing through the streaks of sword-light that wove across the deck toward the unconscious Luo Wushuang.
In his unconsciousness, Luo Wushuang's consciousness was in disarray; more heart-demon Shen Mus walked out of the void and gave chase to the tower ship. The situation grew more desperate by the moment.
On the other side, Yun Chuxiu and Lian Huahun were also fighting off the dragon-like sword-light, drawing near to Luo Wushuang.
Shen Mu shifted and dodged, and soon reached Luo Wushuang's side. Luo Wushuang's disciple, loyal to the end, had stayed guarding him, his blade-light opening and closing to fend off the sword-light and keep it from harming Luo Wushuang.