Chapter 1751 — The Great Army Flees Three Thousand Li
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
The dao chain stretched on all sides, hooked onto the Lingxiao Treasure Hall that was suppressing Shen Mu, and lifted that vast hall, which came howling toward the Third Lord's consciousness. The Lingxiao Treasure Hall collided with that Primordial qi and the Third Lord's consciousness; with a tremendous boom, the Third Lord's Primordial qi and consciousness crashed into the hall, and the five red ropes of the knot seized the hall's doors and became a net, with the five ropes plunging deep into the hall to lock the Third Lord's power and consciousness fast.
A smile came over Shen Mu's face; his body tottered.
Before him, Emperor Haotian recovered his senses; his expression changed greatly, and he turned and fled, becoming a streak of light that shot out of Shen Mu's divine treasury domain.
Shen Mu laughed heartily, and spat blood, which cut the laughter short. He sat bold and sprawling beneath the World Tree, the Guixu lotus beneath him. His domain shrank swiftly, yet still measured a thousand li across.
His domain was battered and torn, holes everywhere, wind blowing through on every side; the gods and demons of the Heavenly Court within it had long since fled, leaving corpses strewn across the ground.
The two Taiji Ancient Gods rallied their officers and soldiers, and looking back, they saw Shen Mu sitting there, head bowed, motionless, his breath faint. "Is the Heavenly Venerable Mu dead?
" Taiyin Heavenly Venerable's eye twitched; he wished to go forward and examine him, but dared not approach rashly, and at once called over a hundred or so Heavenly Court soldiers, barking, "Go in and see whether he is alive or dead! " Those hundred-odd soldiers were a thousand times unwilling in their hearts, but military orders were firm as mountains; they could only stiffen their necks and walk into Shen Mu's shattered domain.
Emperor Haotian had already withdrawn to the front of the side-palace hall; seeing this, he quickly halted and watched from afar.
Those hundred-odd soldiers mustered their courage and advanced cautiously. When they were still a dozen li from Shen Mu and felt his breath grow fainter still, they relaxed a little. Suddenly Shen Mu stirred, and with a great cry those hundred-odd soldiers wheeled about and fled, wailing to the heavens.
"Retreat three thousand li! " Emperor Haotian turned and strode off, shouting at the top of his voice.
The Heavenly Court's great army howled away, and the whole road was ghosts weeping and wolves wailing, as though Shen Mu might come killing after them at any moment.
When they had retreated three thousand li, the commanders of each army hurriedly halted the fleeing soldiers and steadied their ranks; Emperor Haotian climbed high and looked back, and saw Shen Mu still sitting there, motionless.
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