Chapter 757 — Emperor of the Southern Domain
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 4
Although Kai Huang was the ancient ancestor, Shen Mu had truly come to know him only in these last few days, and a few days were enough to show what kind of man Kai Huang was. Even for someone he had known a little over a month, even for someone who had been opposing him all along, he would risk his own life to plead for him—let alone for a subordinate who had followed him for twenty thousand years, let alone for the common people.
A man like this would not hide in the Sorrowless Realm and let joy wipe away all care. It was simply his nature. There was no reason, no statecraft, no self-interest in it—only the man's own character.
It was precisely because he had such a nature that Kai Huang earned the devotion of others.
That personal charisma was why he had become Kai Huang.
"If you had not hidden in the Sorrowless Realm, then you. .
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" Shen Mu fell silent.
He was healing himself with the Art of Creation; the pressure of that ancient goddess's projection had wounded him after all.
Crude as the divine arts and techniques of this age were, when the difference in strength was too vast, no divine art could make it up. The demigods in the Jade Lake surged toward them in tremendous numbers. Kai Huang frowned—there were simply too many of them. He was holding the wounded Shen Mu; for Shen Mu to preserve his own life was already more than enough, and it truly left Kai Huang without a free hand to fight these demigods.
"Just carry me on your back," Shen Mu said with fading strength. Kai Huang carried him on his back.
Shen Mu's hands had already recovered, and he clasped them around Kai Huang's shoulders; now Kai Huang could free his hands. His divine arts were cast with extraordinary speed; between one fold of his hands and the next, countless tiny divine arts shot out.
To his eyes, these demigods were full of openings from head to foot, and wherever there was an opening, they could be killed.
Yet the demigods surged in ever greater numbers—in the sky, beneath the sea, on the surface of the sea, before and behind, left and right, they filled every direction. Kai Huang had never cultivated the art of Three Heads and Six Arms, and against such a scene he was hard pressed. "Lend me your sword!
" Cold sweat stood out on Kai Huang's forehead, his advance was growing harder, and the words burst out suddenly. Shen Mu had already replaced most of the broken bones in his body and was growing new bone.
He immediately asked, "How many swords will you use? " "One is enough!
" At a faint stir of Shen Mu's thought, the Sorrowless Sword flew out of the Taotie bag and landed in Kai Huang's hand.
Kai Huang took the sword and was briefly startled, then praised, "This sword of yours is remarkable. In my hand it feels as if it had grown on my body—the sense of walking with a sword that obeys one's will.
A fine sword, a fine sword! One day I will forge a divine sword like this too!
" He walked on, sword in hand, and the Sorrowless Sword gave a clear, ringing cry in his grasp—the blade seemed to exult, to tremble, to weep.
Even Shen Mu had never brought out the might and power of the Sorrowless Sword, yet now, in Kai Huang's hand, its power was erupting stronger and stronger!
Kai Huang's swordwork was extremely profound; he, too, was a man who had entered the dao through the sword. The Sorrowless Sword's power soared madly, and sword-light slashed across the air like light, like lightning. In an instant, the sky above the Jade Lake seemed to turn to black night, while the crisscrossing beams were like white blades tearing the darkness apart! In the sky, in the sea, on the waves, blood bloomed like bright red flowers, again and again.
With one sword in hand, Kai Huang was strangely unstoppable! Shen Mu watched, almost spellbound.