Chapter 169 — The Holy Sovereign's Penchant
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Suddenly, with another swish, Shen Mu covered himself in his robe and was gone. The three Heavenly Kings were all startled; they hurried in pursuit, crying, "Holy Cult Master, little ancestor!
You must not demolish any more! " The three Heavenly Kings had deep and mighty cultivation, and they had practiced the teleportation method as well. Heavenly King Shi's teleportation treasure was a banner: he unrolled the banner, and his body vanished.
What Heavenly King Lu had refined was a mirror: he shone the mirror into the sky, and man and mirror vanished together. What Heavenly King Yu had refined was a jade pendant, worn at his waist: a light tap upon the pendant, and its radiance burst forth and carried him away.
The three of them had steeped themselves in the teleportation method for untold ages; though they could not refine the Teleportation Divine Art itself, their handling of teleportation treasures was far more convenient and nimble than that of Shen Mu, a novice. The three Heavenly Kings, masters of the craft, saw where Shen Mu meant to teleport, and at once went to that place to intercept him; but they had started a beat too late, and lunged at empty air, and fell all together into the Fish-Viewing Pool.
In the pool were several ferocious fish-dragons. A moment before, when Shen Mu fell into the Fish-Viewing Pool, these fish-dragons had been so greedy that they gaped wide and lunged at him, only to catch empty air; then the three Heavenly Kings teleported in, and were just the thing to whet an appetite.
The three Heavenly Kings' forms vanished again, and the great fish snapped at empty air once more, steel teeth and sharp fangs clashing in a spray of sparks. The great fish shook their heads and swam off in ill humor. The three Heavenly Kings' forms appeared in midair and reached out to seize Shen Mu, who hung in the air raising his brocade robe; but their three hands clutched one another tightly — Shen Mu had left a step ahead of them, and what they caught was only an afterimage.
"Before the Patriarch left, he instructed us: this young cult master has a peculiar habit — he likes to take things apart. If we cannot catch him.
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