Chapter 388 — Metamorphosis into Adulthood
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Blind Grandpa tossed up his staff — a bamboo staff green as jade, wheeling and turning in midair like an azure dragon, tapping again and again in space, cutting off and shattering Shen Mu's Teleportation time after time, forcing him to reveal himself again and again.
Shen Mu's form flickered in and out of being, but he was driven steadily back toward the courtyard, and at last the staff forced him down into it once more.
Before his feet had touched ground, a flute note suddenly sounded, and several flood dragons flew swiftly at Blind Grandpa, winding him round as tight as could be in an instant! Blind Grandpa paid them no heed; the staff flew back to him and tapped lightly beneath the necks of two flood dragons, and they went limp as dead snakes.
At the same moment two more flood dragons flew to settle beneath Shen Mu's feet; he felt surging mana pour into him, and chopped forward again and again with his palms! Whisk, whisk, whisk — countless teleportation array patterns came surging madly forth, appearing between him and Blind Grandpa; the space between the two of them swelled at furious speed, the distance growing ever wider, and all that lay between them was array patterns and symbols ablaze with every hue of light!
Blind Grandpa's expression shifted; he took up his staff and gave chase, the staff tapping and tapping, breaking through one array pattern after another — when all at once the patterns around him rolled inward, engulfing him where he stood at the center.
Blind Grandpa stopped, let the patterns drown him, and a gratified smile came over his face: "Shen'er, you win.
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. " Whisk.
A flash of light passed, and the Teleportation art bore him away. Outside Mishui Pass, Blind Grandpa stepped out from a shaft of light, looked at Mishui Pass, fell silent for a moment, and smiled.
"You've grown up. "