Chapter 1322 — A Man's Iron Bones
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
To be called handsome by a beauty of a man like the white cat Little Seven — he was indeed rather pleased with himself.
The young general in silver armor flew into a fury: "Heavenly Venerable Mu, do not imagine that because you are handsome and full of manly spirit you may do as you please!
" Shen Mu grew all the more pleased and gratified: "You are beautiful too, but far too seductive and effeminate; beside me you do lack a measure of manly spirit. Little Seven, for that one remark of yours, I shall spare your life.
" The young general's rage knew no bounds. Behind him a heavenly palace bloomed, and his primordial spirit stood before the Lingxiao Hall within it — a white cat too, cat-headed and man-bodied, handsome and seductive.
He had once fought Yan'er to a standstill; his strength was exceedingly high.
He thrust out his spear, and the white cat primordial spirit standing before the Lingxiao Hall thrust out a spear as well; the two spear shadows merged into one. The power hidden in that spear was enough to make the heart quail, yet the strike gave off no ripple of might at all!
Shen Mu gave a soft cry of surprise: "A divine ability of the Kaihuang era?
You are a cat demon of the Kaihuang era? " He raised his palm.
With a ding, the young general's spear pierced his palm, and at the very instant spear tip met palm, his Divine Treasury domain abruptly erupted!
Weng— The might of the Divine Treasury domain swelled outward, and the young general was blasted back, his figure vanishing into the mists of the mining district.
Shen Mu drew back his palm and looked down at it.
His palm had been pierced by the young general's spear.
Divine abilities of the Kaihuang era bore one exceedingly distinct mark. Set beside other eras, the Kaihuang era possessed a craftsman's spirit, ever striving for perfection.
The divine abilities of that age were made as small and exquisite as could be, their power compressed to the utmost extreme; until they struck the foe, the force would not leak away, the might would not erupt. By concentrating a divine ability's power to the highest degree and shrinking the area in which it bursts forth, one can lend it an even fiercer attacking force!
In truth, the swordsmanship of Shen Ye of Kaihuang was the same.
That he could pierce the mortal flesh of Heavenly Venerable Huo with the Carefree Sword, and run it through the palm of Heavenly Venerable Hao, was for this very reason.
And that Shen Mu's palm had been pierced by the young general's silver spear was for this reason as well.
Shen Mu himself had studied the divine abilities and arts of the Kaihuang era, yet to hold all their power perfectly within, he still found hard.
One not born to that age could scarcely comprehend the craftsman's spirit of the Kaihuang people, their ceaseless pursuit of perfection. That this young general in silver armor could achieve such a thing left but one possibility: he was a mighty demon-race expert of the Kaihuang era!
The white cat Little Seven's voice came from the mist, drifting and elusive — now from behind Shen Mu, now from above and to his left, now from beneath his very feet, so that no one could pin down his position.
"You may fool Consort Yan, but you cannot fool me. I do not know what makes you so confident that you can enter the mineral vein and obtain the primordial stone.
But judging by what I know of you, you must be certain of getting one! " He was himself a spirit cat of incomparable nimbleness, and he used the uncanny strangeness of the Taishi mineral vein to hide his traces, sneering: "The Consort does not understand you; she believes you will die in the mining district. But I am different.
I know you far too well! " Shen Mu paid it no mind and walked on ahead by himself.