"Hmm?"
Su Zimo looked in the direction of the voice.
The voice was way too soft, as soft as a mosquito.
If not for his strong hearing, he might not have noticed it.
Su Zimo's gaze landed on a female cultivator in the crowd.
The female cultivator had disheveled hair and was curled into a ball. Hiding in the crowd, her eyes were livelier than others.
"You are …"
Su Zimo's gaze narrowed as though he recalled something. He probed, "Tang Shiyun?"
The female cultivator nodded repeatedly when she heard that name.
The female cultivator wiped away the dirt on her face haphazardly, revealing her facial features. Although they were still dirty, they were recognizable.
"It's really you!"
Su Zimo was surprised.
To think that he would be able to meet an old friend in Southern Duel Sect.
Tang Shiyun stood up, as though she wanted to walk towards Su Zimo. However, she hesitated for a moment in fear.
"Come over, I won't hurt you."
Su Zimo nodded.
Upon hearing that, Tang Shiyun mustered her courage and walked out of the crowd.
The number one beauty of Southern Duel Sect back then was no longer elegant.
Back when the two of them first met in the ancient battlefield, they were both at the Jin Dan realm.
But now, Su Zimo had already entered the Conjoint Body realm and was an omnipotent Mighty Figure.
However, Tang Shiyun's cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul realm.
The gap between the two of them was getting wider.
In the ancient battlefield back then, how many of the hundreds of thousands of paragons could truly catch up to Su Zimo?
"10 years ago, did you see a monk from Dapamkara Monastery?"
Su Zimo looked at Tang Shiyun and asked in a deep voice.
Tang Shiyun recalled for a moment and asked, "Did the monk look young and hold a green lamp in his hands?"
"That's right!"
Su Zimo's eyes lit up as he asked, "Where is he? Is he still alive?"
Back in the Dao Inheritance Ground, Ming Zhen appeared and fought alongside him. His Destiny Dharmic Weapon was a green lamp!
"Ten years ago, it was all thanks to this monk that some cultivators from my Southern Duel Sect managed to escape."
Tang Shiyun sighed softly. "However, this monk's cultivation was insufficient and could not defeat the young master of the Blood Vine race and was suppressed by him. So many years have passed, I'm sure … he's long dead. "
Su Zimo slightly clenched his fist, his expression cold.
"Su Dao … Senior Su, are you here to save us?"
Tang Shiyun realized that the difference between the two of them was too great. It was inappropriate for her to continue addressing him as fellow cultivator. Thus, she quickly corrected herself and asked anxiously.
"Yes."
Su Zimo nodded and took out some elixirs. He placed them in a storage bag and handed them to Tang Shiyun. "Distribute these elixirs and leave this place as soon as possible!"
Tang Shiyun's hands trembled as she took the bag of holding. Tears began to flow out of her eyes.
However, the other cultivators were still expressionless as they stared at this scene. They didn't feel the slightest bit of joy from seeing the light of day again.
"These people …"
Su Zimo looked at the expressions of the cultivators and felt a sense of sorrow.
Tang Shiyun smiled bitterly. "Ten years ago, the Blood Vine race killed their way here. Our Southern Duel Sect's Patriarch died in battle along with three Mighty Figures and a Half-Martial Ancestor."
"However, we couldn't defend against the invasion of the Blood Vine race army. In less than a day, the entire Southern Duel Sect fell into the control of the Blood Vine race."
"Apart from the few hundred people that the monk helped to escape, the other hundreds of thousands of sect disciples were reared as livestock by the Blood Vine race just so that they could eat fresh meat."
"All these years, the Blood Vine race has locked us up here and sealed our Dharmic powers. We can't even commit suicide!"
When he heard that, the killing intent in Su Zimo's eyes was on the verge of bursting out.
Tang Shiyun said sorrowfully, "For the past ten years, the Blood Vine race would eat up to a hundred Southern Duel Sect cultivators every day. No matter how we begged and struggled, it was to no avail. We could only watch as our fellow sect members around us decreased bit by bit. "
"That's hundreds of thousands of fellow sect members! Right now, there's only slightly more than 10,000 of us left! "
Tang Shiyun could not hold on any longer and broke down mentally, crying out loud.
Every day, these cultivators opened their eyes and did not know if they could survive the day or if they would be eaten as food.
"Initially, we still had a glimmer of hope."
Tang Shiyun's face was filled with tears as she smiled bitterly. "After all, hundreds of our fellow sect members escaped. They would seek help from other upper sects and super sects. Perhaps, there might be experts of the human race who would come and save us from our misery."
"However, we waited and waited. One year, two years, five years … no one came."
"Finally, we gave up."
Su Zimo was silent.
He clenched his fists tightly and his knuckles were incomparably pale because he used too much strength!
Even if the cultivators of Southern Duel Sect sought help, no sect or faction would rush over to save them from their misery.
Who would offend a huge enemy like the Blood Vine race for some random cultivators?
The human race had led a peaceful life for too long.
They no longer had the sharpness and sharpness of the ancient era, the courage to fight against the primordial races and the unyielding tenacity of steel!
The ancient sages of the human race, be it low-level cultivators or Mighty Figure Patriarchs, were all righteous and took care of one another with utmost sincerity. If they were to witness this scene today, they would probably shed tears of sorrow and regret!
Most of the current cultivators had even forgotten about the hardships that the human race experienced in the primordial era!
They had forgotten that in the ancient war, the deaths of patriarchs, emperors and countless experts of the human race fought with all their might in exchange for the eternal peace of the human race!
Even a super sect like Dapamkara Monastery, one of the six major Buddhist monasteries, was taking care of itself. Who would stand out to save everyone from Southern Duel Sect?
"I'm a little late,"
Su Zimo looked at everyone from Southern Duel Sect and said slowly, "However, everyone, don't worry. With me, Araki Takeshi, guarding this place today, no one will be able to hurt you guys!"
Apart from a few people who had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, the rest were still lifeless with numb expressions.
"Fellow Daoists, he is Araki Takeshi, the famous Dao Lord Araki Takeshi who founded the Wu Dao!"
Tang Shiyun was trapped here and her understanding of Su Zimo was still based on the rumors she had heard previously.
She did not know that Su Zimo was already a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure.
"He was the one who suppressed the Rakshasa and Protoss in Myriad Phenomenon City and saved the paragons of the human race! Now that Dao Lord Araki Takeshi is here, we have a chance of escaping alive! "
Tang Shiyun looked at everyone from Southern Duel Sect and took out elixirs from her storage bag, passing them to the cultivators as she said.
Most people were indifferent to it.
"What's the use of Dharma Daojun? Even Half-Martial Ancestors are dead! They're all dead! Hahahaha! "A cultivator laughed maniacally.
Su Zimo had a sorrowful expression.
Although these people were still alive, they were no different from dead people.
"Dao Lord Araki Takeshi, please kill me and give me a quick death. For me, that's the greatest relief," A cultivator kowtowed to Su Zimo and begged softly.
"Dao Lord Araki Takeshi, please grant us death!"
A large group of cultivators knelt down.
When he saw that, Su Zimo's eyes turned red and he had nowhere to vent his anger and sorrow. Eventually, he reared his head and roared into the skies!
"Blood Vine race, I want you guys … to pay with your blood!"
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