Chapter 102 — The One Who Communes with the Gods
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Though Shen Mu's thrust carried no small power, the mouth of the scabbard was turned toward him, and he had not used the sharper tail of the sheath; even if it struck him, the harm would not be great. He need only detonate one talisman to block this strike and blast the scabbard away!
Just then, the scabbard suddenly changed: its mouth became a fish-dragon with gaping jaws, rushing at his face.
He Yin's heart lurched, and then he heard the sound of something tearing through the air behind him; the Chu Bao Sword, blown away by the explosion, had come whistling back to stab at his back!
He Yin dodged aside, about to evade both the Chu Bao Sword and the fish-dragon the scabbard had become, when suddenly a furry little head popped out of the bundle on Shen Mu's back and spat out a whirlwind that held his body fast for an instant.
He Yin broke free of the whirlwind, and his rear shoulder went cold: the Chu Bao Sword had driven into his shoulder blade, piercing clean through it, and carried a jet of blood into the fish-dragon's mouth! Shen Mu's strike had landed, and he was about to press the attack when suddenly the fiery bird, blazing fiercely, engulfed him, and then sheet after sheet of yellow joss paper plunged into the flames.
Boom!
A violent shockwave came; Shen Mu spat blood and was sent flying backward.
His primal essence swept up the Chu Bao Sword and sent it crashing into the mountain forest, then he turned, leapt up, and fled, vanishing with a whistle into the night.