Chapter 1037 — The Mystery of the Snatched Cat
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Shen Mu's hand jerked, and the bun fell from his fingers. Overjoyed, he clapped his hands and laughed, "Little Seven of the Heavenly Venerable Yan's household—I am afraid he is about to die!
" To the west, near the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge, the white cat was dashing at full speed toward the bridge. Suddenly a huge hand reached out from the bridge and grasped at him! The white cat was struck with terror, but there was no time to dodge.
He flung himself forward and rolled, turning into a handsome white-robed divine general.
He reached for his spear, drew it, and thrust at the giant hand flying out of the radiant bridge. The spear quivered and countless spear-tips exploded everywhere!
The next moment, the great spear burst into pieces, and at the same time he was seized by the back of his head. The white-robed god cried out, unable to keep his body from shuddering as he reverted to his true form.
He became a white cat again, gripped by the soft flesh at the back of his head, all four limbs hanging limp and motionless. "Where is the Heavenly Emperor's eggshell? " The owner of the hand seemed to be in an extremely remote place, his voice coming through the Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge.
Yet in the next instant, the Divine Artifact Heavenly Venerable, far away at the center of the Primordial Realm, suddenly stretched out a hand and pointed from afar. The Spirit-Energy Transfer Bridge exploded with a thunderous roar, and the hand gripping the white cat became unsteady. At that moment, a huge whirlpool spun in the sky above the Primordial Realm, and a towering divine being descended from the heavens.
Before the Divine Artifact Heavenly Venerable could react, he seized the white cat and carried it away. Another whirlpool appeared in the sky, and a second towering divine being slashed at the back of the cat-snatcher's head.
"Return my cat!
" Almost simultaneously, the Divine Artifact Heavenly Venerable reached out and uprooted the Primordial Tree, sweeping it at the two divine beings.
The white cat changed hands several times, his heart full of terror. Now four Heavenly Venerables were fighting over him, and at any moment he might die in that terrifying surge of power!
Inside the Heavenly Dragon Chariot, Yan'er held a bowl to Shen Mu's lips. Shen Mu drank the mung-bean juice, watching the aerial battle, and sighed again and again, feeling rather disheartened.
"Why is the young master frowning so?
" Yan'er asked curiously. Shen Mu took a sip of the mung-bean juice and sighed, "I racked my brains and exhausted every scheme to set the Ten Heavenly Venerables against one another, and still they never came to blows. Little did I expect that in the end, a mere white cat would be what finally stirs up their infighting. "