Chapter 153 — My Body Is a Hegemon Body
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
His cultivation and strength were clearly far above the bird-winged shaman's; that one's body had not begun to turn to gold, but this one's skin was as though cast from gold! Boom — A fist as large as a water vat came crashing at Shen Mu. The fist shook the air and burst forth with a thunderclap, white torrents of air exploding outward in rings! Behind Shen Mu, the snow-white fur of the Snow Fox before the mountain gate was blown back by the fierce wind raised by that punch, and Ling Yuxiu's hair streamed back as well.
"Die!
" roared the elephant-headed shaman. Shen Mu leaped, charging out past that incomparably domineering fist, both hands drawing his knives.
He rushed beneath the elephant-headed shaman's massive body, and the blade-light flared.
Drawing the knives, breaking the prohibition! Shen Mu's body soared into the air, flipped backward, and on landing thrust both knives back into the sheath at his back.
And the elephant-headed shaman's massive body split in two, rolling and tumbling down the mountain, dyeing the golden steps blood-red. A shaman, eyes red, suddenly pulled out a Netherworld Soul-Devouring Banner and waved it at Shen Mu, crying fiercely: "I will refine your soul — die!
" Shen Mu sealed his own soul with the Creation Heavenly Demon Art, raised a hand and pointed.
The sword case behind him opened, and a flying sword shot out with a shrill whistle, piercing straight through the shaman's brow. Shen Mu flicked his finger upward; the flying sword whistled back and slid into the sword case with a ding, a trail of blood-light following behind it.