Chapter 54 — Three Hundred and Sixty Rooms
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Landing on the ground, the scholar shouted, "Watch out, all of you! This little devil is formidable — he has mastered demonic incantations and speaks them more fluently than our Holy Cult's own! " Boom — Scarcely had his voice fallen when another thunderclap sounded and a doddering old schoolmaster was blasted out of the wooden house, rolling and tumbling until he crashed into a stone pillar. Furious beyond measure, he roared, "Nonsense! The old man fell for your trick — I only guarded against his demonic incantations, and he nearly wounded my soul with the arts of the Great Thunder Peal Temple!
Don't be fooled, all of you — he is using the Eight Thunder Peal Arts of the Great Thunder Peal Temple!
" "Nonsense! " A woman's cry came from the fourth room, in fury: "Old Xie, you have done me wrong! He used the Nether Demon Transmutation Art and sealed away my three souls and seven spirits!
Little bastard, don't you run — you groped all over me and ruined my good name! " Shen Mu's face reddened slightly as he left the fourth room. The Nether Demon Transmutation Art required striking the opponent's perineum, the vitals, and the navel, and for a woman those three places were all private; landing the blow was no easy matter. The perineum especially was an indecent spot.
"I am still young, I know nothing of such things," the cowherd of Yincan Village blinked and thought.
In the fifth room, a man thin as a bundle of bones watched Shen Mu approach and sneered, "No matter whether you use demonic ways or demon sect ways, you will never get past me. Golden Toad Subjugation Art! " As he walked toward Shen Mu he drew a long breath, and a gurgling sound rose from within his body, growing louder and louder, until it rumbled like a toad spirit croaking.
This Golden Toad Subjugation Art followed the path of demonization, imitating the Golden Toad of Subjugation, a rare breed among strange beasts: ordinarily only as big as a washbasin, but once it puffs itself up its body swells a hundredfold, even a thousandfold, enough to swallow a tiger or a lion whole. Once the Nether Demon Cult's Golden Toad Subjugation Art was used, the strength was boundless and the vital essence especially deep; though the increase was not as terrifying as the toad's own, it was by no means small!
His body too began to grow taller, until he stood over ten feet, like a little giant! And Shen Mu remained as he always was, unchanged. "The Golden Toad Subjugation Art is invincible in strength.
One punch can shatter you! Gulp—" Shen Mu threw a punch as well.
Fist met fist, one great and one small, and with a boom the whole wooden house shuddered violently at the instant of impact.
The man's face changed slightly.
He raised his other hand and chopped at his own arm to sever that dragon force.
He stepped back once more, his arm swelling as if two dragons churned beneath his skin, and hurriedly chopped down again! By his fourth backward step the wall behind him had been smashed to pieces; on the fifth he landed on the ground outside the house, then retreated four more steps until his back touched a great tree, which shook violently, its trunk ground to powder, its crown plunging straight down.
He had failed to cut off the ninth layer of force of the Nine Dragons Command the Wind and Thunder.