Chapter 1330 — The Divine Venerable Descends into the World
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
"With his powers, even had he taken control of the Void Mother Beast, you would never sense anything amiss; you would still believe the Mother Beast was yours to command. And that little weighing of gains and perils I made just now was not spoken for your ears, but for his. Once the Grand Emperor holds the Mother Beast, he will use it to lure God Emperor Langxuan, wound this strong foe first, and then go alone to subdue Long Xiao!
" Long Qilin was about to speak when a peal of laughter suddenly rang out. "Well worthy of Heavenly Venerable Mu!
You see through all things indeed!
To use the Mother Beast to lure Langxuan and wound him — a truly excellent plan!
My thanks—" Shen Mu's face changed drastically, and he blurted out, "The Grand Emperor?
You have been beside us all along? " Whoosh— A divine consciousness whipped up a hurricane that howled away into the distance, and the Grand Emperor's voice came, chuckling. "Clever as a ghost though you are, could you find me? In view of the plan you gave me this time, I spare your lives! " Long Qilin's face turned ashen, his four limbs trembled, and quavering he said, "Sect Master. . .
" Shen Mu said not a word, and with a black face hurried onward; Long Qilin, shaking with terror, made haste to follow. Ahead, the Great Black Wood hove into sight, and Shen Mu let out a breath at last and smiled again. "If the Grand Emperor dares to move against God Emperor Langxuan, can the Ancestral God King sit still?
So this must end in mutual ruin, both sides gravely wounded!
" Long Qilin was struck dumb, his mouth hanging open, and stammered, "Sect Master, that plan you gave just now.
. . " "The Ancestral Court of today is long since no longer the Grand Emperor's domain.
" Shen Mu spoke calmly.
"If he goes to plot against Langxuan, great calamity will surely fall on him.
And Tiangong and Tubo are in this Ancestral Court too — how could they suffer him? " Long Qilin's mind reeled with a roar, and in a muffled, stifled voice he said, "Sect Master, I suddenly feel I am still a child, not yet grown — you had best call me Fatty Long. .
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