Chapter 155 — The Treasure Talisman Unsealed
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
Ling Yuxiu hurried forward, wanting to bind his wound.
Shen Mu waved a hand: "It's nothing. I said I would break their will, and I mean to do it. Set your mind at ease.
" Ling Yuxiu frowned slightly, feeling Shen Mu was a little too confident. "Cowherd, with your shoulder wounded, the flaw at your shoulder will only grow greater.
If another great shaman who cultivates the Shaman Venerable Louluo Scripture should appear. .
.
" She had barely spoken when suddenly, before the holy hall of Loulan's Golden Palace, another young great shaman with a gleaming golden body walked out, a smile on his face, and said softly: "Brother Simuluo was still a bit green, not steady enough, and so he died. I am Danbaluo, of the Six Harmonies realm, self-sealed within the Six Harmonies Secret Realm.
" Shen Mu's expression turned grave; suddenly his form drifted backward, his feet tapping rapidly, and with a whoosh he leaped to the roof of a golden hall. Danbaluo laughed heartily and pursued him like a shadow, gripping a great hammer in his hand. The hammer's head was a huge skull of a dark golden hue, and the skull had grown seven bone spurs, each spur bearing a smaller head no bigger than a fist.
In the eye sockets of all eight of these heads there were actually eyes — a most frightful, terrifying sight.
Though the hammer's head was very large, its handle was short, barely enough to grip in the hand. Danbaluo gave the hammer a light shake, and at once the seven smaller skulls upon it opened their eyes, their eyeballs rolling wildly; then they opened their mouths, and streams of black smoke spewed from the skulls' mouths. The seven streams of black smoke wove up and down, darting like black flood-dragons straight toward Shen Mu where he stood on the golden hall.
From Shen Mu's sword case sharp swords flew out one after another; with a flick of their tips they severed the heads of the black flood-dragons formed of the smoke — but at once the flying swords lost control and fell clattering to the ground.
The seven flying swords fell upon the golden hall, still clattering and bouncing, black qi darting to and fro within the blades.
Shen Mu immediately felt his vital essence polluted, and was startled. The Shaman Venerable Louluo Scripture was evidently like the Dayu Youmo Scripture, all-encompassing, containing more than one cultivation method. The Simuluo of a moment ago had cultivated one of them, walking the path of sword-technique divine powers.
And this Danbaluo cultivated another, walking the path of spell-technique divine powers. Though both men practiced the Shaman Venerable Louluo Scripture, the roads they walked were different.
Shen Mu shifted his steps; the golden tiles of the hall beneath his feet burst apart with a clatter, and streams of black smoke like black flood-dragons bored in and out of the golden hall, attacking him.
The two figures darted to and fro like hares rising and falcons stooping, racing across the golden hall — even its walls were as level ground to them. Suddenly Shen Mu's body sank, and he dropped into that golden hall. Danbaluo sneered, swung his great hammer to smash open the golden hall, and charged in.
Bang — a figure shot skyward, waving a hand to send flying swords stabbing backward, and Danbaluo burst out close behind, treading a stream of black smoke that surged and rolled ever forward, carrying him in pursuit of Shen Mu. With a bang Shen Mu smashed through another golden hall and slipped inside to evade Danbaluo's killing assault; Danbaluo charged in close behind, fierce and menacing, and the shamans and great shamans of Loulan's Golden Palace, watching, were elated, all their earlier dejection swept away.
The two raced across the tops of the golden halls scattered through the mountains, dealing each other vicious killing blows, drawing farther and farther from the mountain gate. Danbaluo's confidence grew ever stronger and his attacks ever fiercer.