Chapter 385 — Frenzied with Joy
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
The river came crashing down, shaking the surrounding mountains so violently that some slopes collapsed. In places, the impact split the earth and stone apart, sending avalanches of rubble sliding down from the peaks. The devastation was horrifying, and many villagers who lived along the mountainside suffered for it. Yet there had been no other choice.
If Lord Dragon-Rearer was not eliminated, if his attempt to alter the dragon veins was not stopped, then it would not be merely the people living along the river who suffered, but the entire Kingdom of Jingping.
"Grandpa Blind, Lord Dragon-Rearer can shed his skin to heal his wounds! " Shen Mu came rushing toward them atop the head of the Dragon Qilin and shouted, "Don't let your guard down!
He isn't dead yet!
" The Blind Elder was somewhat puzzled. "What happened to that eel fellow?
I shattered all four of his limbs and every bone in his body, crushed every scale on him, and severed his vitality. Then the Yong River came crashing down on him. How could he possibly still be alive?
" "He isn't dead!
" Shen Mu shouted. "As long as his head hasn't been cut off, no matter how grievous his injuries, he will recover completely after shedding his skin!
" At that moment, the river suddenly surged high into the air. Great waves came rolling down from upstream, rising like mountain peaks. Something enormous was moving beneath the water.
"That Flood Dragon King God raised by Lord Dragon-Rearer has arrived!
It seems Lord Dragon-Rearer really isn't dead. " The Blind Elder's heart tightened. He raised his bamboo staff and pointed it toward the river. Lord Dragon-Rearer lay at the bottom, pinned against the riverbed by the weight of the Yong River.
As the river plunged down from above, it had buried that god beneath the earth, and the tremendous pressure, combined with the Blind Elder's attack, should have been enough to crush him to pieces. The instant the Blind Elder's staff touched the surface of the Yong River, the sapphire-blue body of the Flood Dragon King God coiled around itself. Its enormous head reared high, and the surging river rose in all directions, colliding with the Blind Elder's staff.
Boom!
The Yong River was severed, exposing its deep riverbed. The Dragon Qilin veered away from the shock waves and flew upward.
Lying flat on the Dragon Qilin's back, Shen Mu looked down and saw that the place where Lord Dragon-Rearer lay had become a vast crater. The mud at its bottom had been swept away by the attacks of the Blind Elder and the Flood Dragon King God, leaving Lord Dragon-Rearer sprawled miserably on his back. Yet, just as Shen Mu had expected, Lord Dragon-Rearer was not dead. He was still in the middle of shedding his skin.
Shen Mu cast a hurried glance below and saw that Lord Dragon-Rearer's forehead had already split open.
A huge head was writhing inside his skull, straining to force its way out. "If Lord Dragon-Rearer succeeds in shedding his skin, then with the Flood Dragon King God as his ally, Grandpa Blind may not be his match! " Without time to think, Shen Mu suddenly leaped from the Dragon Qilin's back and sprinted toward Lord Dragon-Rearer at the bottom of the river.
Si Yunxiang and Ling Yuxiu cried out in alarm and hurriedly reached for him, but their hands closed on empty air. Bang!
Shen Mu accelerated faster and faster, surpassing the speed of sound in an instant and leaving a trail of white vapor behind him. The Blind Elder had sealed his three divine treasuries, preventing him from using his vital energy.
But the Plundering Heaven Divine Legs were a bodily divine art, one that drew its power solely from the explosive strength of the physical body. That was something the Blind Elder could not seal.
Shen Mu came rushing down from the sky, straight toward Lord Dragon-Rearer.