Chapter 377 A Desperate Struggle
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
The four tiny figures darted back and forth across its body, trading blows, shaking it so hard its bones crackled and popped, as if about to break apart. "Yooo—yooo—" The great deer cried out in alarm and hastily charged toward the Dragon Qilin crouching in a corner of the great hall, trying to redirect the calamity onto it. The Dragon Qilin also had a dozen or so flying swords stuck in its body, but its sinews and bones were weak and sore, and it held a natural dread of Lord Dragon Keeper. It remained utterly motionless. The other wyrms also lay prostrate beside it—a few had been struck by swords as well, but all lay there, not daring to move.
Fortunately, the Dragon Qilin had thick hide and ample flesh, covered in fat. Though it had taken a dozen flying swords, it was not seriously harmed. "Don't.
. . come over here. .
. " the Dragon Qilin moaned weakly.
The great deer was about to reach it when suddenly crack-crack sounds came from its body. The stag's body twisted, its four limbs snapped, and it crashed to the ground, sliding forward. The Dragon Qilin mustered all its strength to turn its body around and crawled with all its might, trying to get away from the great deer.
The other wyrms likewise pressed themselves flat against the ground, struggling to crawl to one side.
The sense of intimidation Lord Dragon Keeper inspired was simply too overwhelming—it left them without the slightest will to resist. Suddenly, Mu Qingdai came flying through the air, spitting blood, and crashed into the Dragon Qilin, which was still struggling to crawl.
She fell unconscious. Lord Dragon Keeper charged over, intent on taking Mu Qingdai's life. The Dragon Qilin went completely limp, paralyzed on the ground. Shen Mu bellowed, seized the Sorrowless Sword, and cried out fiercely, "Brother Muran!
" Wang Muran spat blood, mustered his strength to lift Shen Mu up and hurl him forward. Shen Mu's feet tapped rapidly, and he shot out like lightning.
The three-inch sword in his hand erupted with sword light—a miniature landscape of green mountains and blue waters surged forth from the sword light, arriving after but striking first, drowning Lord Dragon Keeper!
Ding-ding-ding—the explosive ringing came without cease. The Sword-Treading Rivers and Mountains technique abruptly collapsed and disintegrated, leaving only Shen Mu's figure, sword in hand, hurling himself forward. Lord Dragon Keeper's body had grown even smaller.
Beneath his feet was all corrupted blood. His fingers and palms flicked and slapped repeatedly, striking the Sorrowless Sword.
Shen Mu's body shook violently, blood spilling continuously from his mouth. Suddenly he transformed into a black shadow clinging to the ground, skimming along its surface—but Lord Dragon Keeper punched the black shadow, forcing him out of his shadow state and sending him sprawling face-down.
Wang Muran let out a fierce cry, hair flying, and rushed over. The two tiny figures fought furiously. In a flash of lightning, the sound of snapping bones rang out, and Wang Muran was sent tumbling backward.
Shen Mu lay on the ground, summoning his last ounce of strength to raise the sword and drive it down.
The Lord Dragon Keeper, now three fingers tall, clasped both hands together, caught the Sorrowless Sword, and strained against it with all his might. Shen Mu's sword could not be driven down any further. He roared, "Fat Dragon, do you still want to eat? If I die, you can just wait to starve to death!
" The Dragon Qilin's eyes were filled with terror. It stared blankly at the tiny Lord Dragon Keeper.
Hearing these words, it suddenly let out a great roar, raised its claw, and slammed it down hard on the sword hilt. Chi. The sword light pierced through Lord Dragon Keeper. The three-finger-tall Lord Dragon Keeper split into two halves. The blood still writhed, trying to flow back together.