Chapter 146 — From Alley's End to Alley's Head
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
"Grandmaster, my foot!
" Yue Qinghong stood with her feet planted on Wolf Slave's shoulders and laughed coldly. Wolf Slave strode at Shen Mu, gripping a demonic saber in either hand, whirling them high and low; and Yue Qinghong's body quivered, and from the sword case at her back several dozen swords flew out in perfect unison. She laughed coldly: "On a narrow road, the brave one wins. On this narrow road, Wolf Slave and I together are invincible! Junior Brother Shen, your flaw is already showing—be honest and roll back to the Wasteland!
" The two of them, one above and one below—Wolf Slave's twin demonic sabers danced like a black wind rushing at the face, while behind Yue Qinghong thirty-one swords pointed their tips outward: one in front, two behind it, four behind those, then eight, then sixteen, forming a great Drilling Sword Form! The swords spun and thrust at Shen Mu. "Senior Sister Yue's sword art is not badly refined! " Shen Mu praised her with a sigh, then laughed: "But I have already mastered Refining Qi into Threads.
You are no match for me!
" "Refining Qi into Threads?
" Yue Qinghong was shaken with fury.
"Are you trying to humiliate me?
" Shen Mu pointed one finger, and from its tip strands of primal qi burst forth—hundreds of them, each in the shape of a sharp sword linked head to tail, likewise in the Drilling Sword Form, but far thicker, a pillar of swords as thick as a water vat, a sword tip before and growing ever thicker behind, driving straight at Wolf Slave.
Wolf Slave's twin demonic sabers were like black light and black lightning, weaving and crossing; they collided with Shen Mu's Drilling Sword Form, and at once firelight hissed and crackled, bursting in all directions through the alley. Though Wolf Slave's strength was boundless, he was shaken until both arms went numb and could no longer command the two demonic sabers—his center gate thrown wide open. Yue Qinghong's heart gave a start; her Drilling Sword Form stabbed at Shen Mu's shoulder, striking where he was bound to save himself, to lift the peril from Wolf Slave. Shen Mu laughed softly.
With the tip of his finger he gave a light flick, transforming it into the Upward-Flick Sword Form. The Drilling Sword Form that had just stabbed at Wolf Slave abruptly changed—countless sword lights passed straight from the Drilling Sword Form into the Winding Sword Form, and yet the move he performed was still the Upward-Flick Sword Form. The two sword moves were fused by him perfectly, without the slightest obstruction.
His countless threads of primal qi wound into Yue Qinghong's Drilling Sword Form; ding-ding-ding, a ceaseless chain of explosions rang out, and the Drilling Sword Form wrought of flying swords was broken at once.
In an instant the thirty-one sharp swords were pierced through by countless blades of primal qi, riddled like a broken sieve, covered in little holes. Yue Qinghong shouted. Wolf Slave beneath her feet flung away his sabers and kicked out at Shen Mu; Shen Mu met it with a kick of his own.
With a great boom, Wolf Slave's towering frame went flying backward, and Yue Qinghong, on his back, seized the moment to leap up and point at Shen Mu's shoulder, her finger a sword.
Qi burst from her fingertip and became a sword aura; just as it was about to pierce Shen Mu's shoulder, a demonic note suddenly sounded: "Maya-sa! " Yue Qinghong's mind was violently shaken, then lost its hold. Music rose, scattering her sword aura, and she began to giggle, singing and dancing before Shen Mu. Yue Qinghong's cultivation was deep, after all; she came to her senses at once, steadied her mind, and retreated.
Then she felt a warmth at her back, and thought: Not good. Boom. Shen Mu was back to back with her; suddenly he threw his weight backward, slamming her into the wall beside them. Behind that wall was Monk Yunque's dwelling.