Chapter 960 — You Are Indeed a Somebody
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Chi, chi, chi — in the blink of an eye a dozen more flying swords had sprouted from his chest. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, yet he grinned wide, his steps never faltering, his momentum savage beyond measure!
The summit was already within reach; opposite him, Shen Mu was not far either.
But the swords planted in him burst with the arts hidden within, wrecking the workings of his flesh, wrecking his divine treasury — one sword even flared with sword-light and chopped at his spirit bridge!
Had that sword fallen, Shen Mu need not have lifted a hand: his own heavenly palace would have crushed him dead!
An Qingyu had already seen the hour of his death!
"By the Supreme One's command!"
He charged at Shen Mu, grinning broadly, his white teeth stained red with blood, his momentum blazing without peer: "I must bring Heavenly Venerable Mu's head back to him! I cannot carry off Heavenly Venerable Mu's head, but I can carry off Heavenly Venerable Mu's life! Slay-Mu Art!"
"Wilds of Heavenly Feathers!"
His tragic, savage momentum reached its utmost in that instant; behind him the flying feathers stretched vast and dim, and in that moment his flesh and his primal spirit feathered into being, transforming into an incomparably mighty art that hurled itself upon Shen Mu.
Luo Wushuang looked up and saw the two collide in that single instant. The dreadful force was transmitted into midair, sweeping the cosmos clean and flattening every cloud in the sky.
The force came crashing down, and this mighty mountain split asunder; the waterfall parted in two like two snow-white ribbons a hundred li long lifted by a hurricane, streaming and fluttering in the wind.
Shen Mu's muffled groan came through. This Wilds of Heavenly Feathers art was aimed precisely at one of his few weaknesses; the power of the art passed into his body and twisted his flesh.
He heard the sound of his finger bones breaking, and then the breaking passed from finger bones to hand bones, from hand bones to arm bones, then to his neck, his skull.
From his chest came a clear, ringing sound, like two strings of firecrackers popping off, travelling all the way from his chest to the soles of his feet!
Dong, dong.
Shen Mu and An Qingyu came down, one to the left and one to the right, upon the two peaks of this mountain — the mountain had been split clean in two by their collision.
Suddenly a blood-hole burst open on Shen Mu's skin with a pop, blood spurting out; a blood-stained feather drifted lightly forth, floating, drifting.
Pop, pop, pop, pop — the skin all over his body burst open one after another, and green feathers flew out, dancing around Shen Mu as though to bury him in feathers.
Opposite him, An Qingyu showed a trace of a smile, his body swaying, and said with a grin: "Heavenly Venerable Mu is indeed worthy of the name of Heavenly Venerable. With only the dao arts I have comprehended, I could do nothing to you; my arts have been defeated. But the Supreme One's arts are not defeated. I have carried you off with me at last..."
"An Qingyu, you are very good."
Shen Mu's body shook. At the wounds all over him flesh grew anew, broken bones rejoined, shattered bones regrew, ruined blood revived and turned to fresh blood — in an instant he seemed reborn.
He raised his palm and drew the water of the waterfall to him, washing the blood and filth from his body and steaming the water from his skin; his momentum still stood at its peak. "You made me bleed. That Heavenly Venerable Hao should have a disciple like you under his gate — he ought to be well pleased."
An Qingyu stared at him blankly. Suddenly a great rumbling boom came from within him, and the heavenly palace behind his head collapsed.
"Worthy indeed of a Heavenly Venerable..."
His flesh burst apart, his primal spirit scattered, his soul and spirit fled — his life ended on the spot.
Shen Mu spat out a breath of foul air: "This An Qingyu is very good. His strength is great, and he had grace besides."