Chapter 962 — Two Sisters Bound by Deep Affection
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 4
. " Yun Chuxiu and Lian Huahun's expressions changed drastically. Lian Huahun immediately soared into the air to survey the surroundings, and at that very moment, beams of divine light flew in from the distance and descended into the city.
"Disciple of Lord Zu, Xue Yuqing, pays respects to Lord Mu!
" "Disciple of Lord Lang, Huaiyu, pays respects to Lord Mu!
" "Disciple of Lord Hao, Pan Chunjin, pays respects to Lord Mu! " "Disciple of the Azure Emperor of the Eastern Heaven, Luo Fengqing, pays respects to Lord Mu!
" One ringing voice after another, the lights landed and took shape as True Gods upon the ancient, colossal structures surrounding Shen Mu, looking down at him from on high with gleeful expressions.
"Lord Mu nearly got us killed—you never imagined we'd actually survive and make it here, did you? " Xiu Youfang giggled, "After Lord Mu is dead, we'll return to the Heavenly Court and proclaim to the world that he gave his life in the Great Void to save us—a fine reputation for a Heavenly Lord.
Though it will be a reputation earned only after death. " Huaiyu, warm as polished jade, wore a gentle smile and drawled, "The Heavenly Lord took advantage of my master Lord Lang's absence to massacre the disciples of my Langxuan Divine Palace.
I happened to be away at the time; otherwise those fellow disciples would not have died so miserably.
Today is the day the Heavenly Lord meets his end—the day I avenge my brothers.
Does the Heavenly Lord have any last words?
" Pan Chunjin laughed, "Last words won't help.
In the Great Void there is no Nether Capital and no Dark Capital.
The Heavenly Duke has no jurisdiction here, and Lady Tianyin cannot reach this place. To die here is truly to have one's soul scattered beyond all recall—dead beyond death! " Shen Mu surveyed his surroundings.
More than a dozen True Gods had now arrived.
Disciples of the Emperor's Throne were nothing to him, but disciples of Heavenly Lords were no small matter. These dozen or more True Gods could beat him until not a single shred of him remained! Here in the Great Void, there was no need to conceal their purpose any longer.
The dagger had been drawn from the scroll—kill Shen Mu, then return and report success. Of course, that presupposed they could cross the Great Void and survive. Shen Mu glanced at Luo Wushuang and murmured, "How well has Divine Blade Luo recovered from his wounds? " Luo Wushuang hesitated.
Shen Mu's intent was plainly to drag him into the fight and eliminate these disciples of Heavenly Lords and the Emperor's Throne. Now that he knew the secrets of Empress Dihou and Lady Yuanmu, he truly could not hope to survive—he had no choice but to turn against them. Yet his wounds were too severe; his Heavenly Palace had not yet been repaired.
If he drew out the Primewood Core and fought tooth and nail, his Heavenly Palace would very likely collapse and be ruined beyond recovery. His divine blade was destroyed as well.
Facing these True Gods, he had the will but not the strength.
Lian Huahun flew back and alighted on the eaves of the palace ahead. "The one in the city is not the Lord of Blazing Flame, but his brand.
He encountered a terrible enemy here, fought with that person, and his own Great Dao was branded into the fabric of space.
" Yun Chuxiu was astonished that the Great Void could hold a being capable of matching the Lord of Blazing Flame.
She giggled, "Then Lord Mu truly has no road to heaven and no door into the earth. With the Lord of Blazing Flame absent, I fear no one can stop you from killing him.
" She sighed, and said wistfully, "Do forgive me, Heavenly Lord.
Faced with this situation, this humble woman is willing but powerless. " At this moment, the sun was sinking in the west, dipping below the western mountains, and the sky gradually darkened.
All at once, brilliant lights blazed up from lamp towers throughout the city, illuminating it.