Chapter 1523 — The Sacrificial Offering
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
Grandmother Zhu said nothing; after a moment's silence the Blind Elder said, "This battle is not without hope of victory. Shen'er and I laid down another trump card — an altar.
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" Grandmother Zhu said suddenly, "Where is the Lame Elder?
Where has that damned Lame Elder gone? " She looked about her; in the darkness shadows crowded one upon another, and no trace of the Lame Elder was to be seen.
She was about to search when the Blind Elder suddenly caught her arm and shook his head: "No need to look for him.
You know it well — the one the Lame Elder dotes on most is Shen'er. He was sent away by Shen'er, yes, but he crept back long ago.
He will never stand by and watch Shen'er go to his death.
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. " Grandmother Zhu flew into a fury and cried, "And so we watch him go to his death?
Why did you not stop him? " The Blind Elder said mildly, "If Shen'er could be saved, I too would gladly die.
" Grandmother Zhu's breast heaved violently, and she said no more.
In Great Black Mountain, amid the riven rock, the monstrous eye was in tatters; the Tribulation Formation of the Three Exterminations of Heaven, Earth, and Man had gravely wounded it, and within that eye the gaunt stranger was in a towering rage, hair streaming, wounds covering his body.
In the brief moment he was held fast by the killing formations, Shen Mu, shattered into countless particles, at last broke free of his confinement; the divine art of Imperishable Matter erupted and restored him once more to his former self, still clutching the wooden staff in a death grip.
And at that moment a vast altar emerged beneath Shen Mu's feet. The gaunt stranger looked upon that altar beyond all measure, his gaze cold and sinister.
The altar had already been activated, opening a way to another space.
The sky shattered, and an incomparably mighty aura came through; great heads thrust out from the opening in the sky, and a voice of tremendous resonance rang out: "What lowly being dares summon the mightiest and most majestic sovereign of the Beast Realm?
" A vast dragon head wound down from the heavens and hung above the altar, its eyes like suns, and it said leisurely, "The most ancient of the primeval age, the Divine King Long Xiao, has descended. Tiny life, present your offering.
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Lord Mutian!
" Long Xiao's vast body was still within the Beast Realm; head after head came above the altar, one head staring at Shen Mu in amazement while the others looked toward the monstrous eye and the gaunt stranger within it. "Screw you, Lord Mutian!
" Long Xiao's nine heads strained to pull back, shrinking toward the Beast Realm, and all nine roared: "Nothing good ever comes of you seeking me out. .
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" Shen Mu said coldly, "Long Xiao, you promised me three things.
This is the first. Sovereign of the Beast Realm, will you break your word and grow fat on it?
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