Pure persuasion and comfort could no longer rid the cultivators of Southern Duel Sect of their fear.
That fear had been ingrained in them for the past ten years.
Only a true massacre and the fresh blood of the Blood Vine race could stimulate these Southern Duel Sect cultivators.
It made them realize that although the Blood Vine race was a primordial race, they were not invincible!
Su Zimo's gaze intensified as Dharmic powers surged and he conjured hand seals with both hands.
The three Dao Fires that were initially revolving around him gathered rapidly, forming a tri-colored flame that emanated a shuddering aura!
Samadhi Dao Fire!
Everyone from Southern Duel Sect looked at the dancing flame with fearful expressions and did not dare to make a sound.
"Go!"
Su Zimo rose into the air slowly and threw the tri-colored flame in his hands in the direction of Six Star Mountain.
At the same time, an Essence Spirit Fire burst forth from his glabella and entered the tri-colored flame!
The flames shone brightly!
Caturadhi Dao Fire!
Now that Su Zimo had cultivated to the Conjoint Body realm, even Half-Martial Ancestors could not withstand the might of the Caturadhi Dao Fire!
However, at that moment, he was already filled with killing intent and wanted to kill all the Blood Vine race on Six Star Mountain. He had no intention of holding back and was going all out!
Swoosh!
Raging flames surged!
Su Zimo channeled his Essence Spirit and Dharmic powers surged as the Caturadhi Dao Fire spread and burned in all directions!
Some of the Blood Vine race that could not take human form could only watch helplessly as the Caturadhi Dao Fire burned over and turned into ashes in their struggles and screams!
Some of the Blood Vine race transformed into human form and wanted to escape. However, the Caturadhi Dao Fire was extremely powerful and they could not defend against a single spark that landed on their bodies!
Su Zimo pushed his Essence Spirit to its limits.
The Caturadhi Dao Fire spread at an extremely fast speed as well!
Some of the Blood Vine race that were slower to react were caught up by the Caturadhi Dao Fire and burned into ashes!
In the blink of an eye, Six Star Mountain was engulfed in a sea of flames!
Everyone from Southern Duel Sect widened their eyes and mouths, speechless.
This scene had a huge impact on them!
Originally, in their impression, more than half of the Blood Vine Race that was ferocious, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and invincible had actually been burned to death by this fire!
Although most of those who were burned to death by the Caturadhi Dao Fire were low-level Blood Vine Tribe members, the Caturadhi Dao Fire was a rare sight to behold.
Even so, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of the Southern Duel Sect.
The Caturadhi Dao Fire spread continuously and enveloped the entire Six Star Mountain!
However, when the fire reached the foot of the six main peaks, it seemed to be obstructed by some powerful force and was unable to envelop the six main peaks.
There were still thousands of Blood Vine clansmen who fled to the six main peaks to hide.
Su Zimo's expression was grave.
He clearly understood that the true battle had only just begun!
The top experts of the primordial races must be guarding the six main peaks!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
One after another, powerful figures soared into the sky, their auras unbridled!
The Conjoint Body Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race had appeared!
Su Zimo swept his gaze and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures appeared in midair. Their blood qi surged and a massive pressure descended!
Under the suppression of the spirit consciousnesses of more than 20 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures, the Caturadhi Dao Fire was greatly suppressed and the flames flickered, as though they could be extinguished at any moment.
When Dharmic arts were condensed, their might would naturally be released to their limits.
Su Zimo had spread the Caturadhi Dao Fire to such a large area and its might was already greatly reduced – even a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race could suppress it!
In midair, the number of Conjoint Body Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race was still increasing!
Before long, there were already 50 of them!
There were already 50 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures gathered on Six Star Mountain. One could imagine how terrifying the foundation of the Blood Vine race, one of the Primordial Nine Races, was!
If it was just these Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race, they were nothing in Su Zimo's eyes.
However, he could vaguely sense that there were even stronger existences hidden in Six Star Mountain that were watching him from a certain corner!
Blood Vine Half-Martial Ancestor!
Furthermore, there was a high chance that there was more than one of them!
"If a huge battle breaks out later, leave this place with your fellow sect members as soon as possible."
Su Zimo sent a voice transmission to Tang Shiyun secretly.
There were more experts of the Blood Vine race on Six Star Mountain than he had imagined!
If a huge battle broke out, he would not be able to fend for himself and would not be able to protect Tang Shiyun and the others.
"Who are you? How dare you barge into the territory of our Blood Vine race and kill us!"
A Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race hollered.
Su Zimo sneered, "Didn't your Blood Vine race issue an order to kill me? You don't even recognize me?"
"Hmm?"
The expressions of the Blood Vine race in midair changed!
"You're … Araki Takeshi!"
Some of the Blood Vine race members hollered softly.
"Fufufufu."
Right then, a laughter sounded from Seven Kills Peak.
A figure in blood-colored robes rose slowly and stuck out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips, saying leisurely, "Truly, I've searched high and low only to find it by sheer luck. Araki Takeshi, you've saved me some effort by coming knocking on my door! "
"Young master!"
When the Conjoint Body Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race saw this person, they bowed one after another.
"You must be Teng Lingzi,"
Su Zimo's expression was cold as he looked at the blood-robed youth without concealing the killing intent in his eyes!
"That's me,"
Teng Lingzi smiled sinisterly. "Why? Mighty Figure Araki Takeshi, the strongest monster incarnate in history, has heard of my name as well?"
"You were the one who killed Ming Zhen?"
Su Zimo asked coldly.
"Who's Ming Zhen?"
Teng Lingzi shook his head. "I've never bothered to remember the names of ants of the human race. What a waste of energy."
"Who would remember the name of the food they ate?"
Teng Lingzi smiled gently at Su Zimo. There were still streaks of blood between the gaps of his teeth, resembling a malevolent ghost from Hell!
"Eh? Ming Zhen? "
As though he thought of something, Teng Lingzi raised his brow and asked, "Are you talking about a young monk?"
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.
When Teng Lingzi saw the change in Su Zimo's expression, he nodded. "Seems like it's him."
"The young monk's blood qi is strong and incomparably pure. I'll keep him in my Blood Calabash and refine him."
As Teng Lingzi said that, he took out a blood-colored calabash and held it in his palm.
"This Blood Calabash is my Destiny Dharmic Weapon. Even Half-Martial Ancestors of the human race won't be able to live for more than a year after being kept in!"
"However, this young monk is truly impressive. Tsk, tsk. He's merely at the Dharma Characteristic realm but he managed to survive in my Blood Calabash until now. "
"Hmm?"
Su Zimo's eyes lit up in delight. "Ming Zhen isn't dead?"
"You don't have to be happy,"
Teng Lingzi smiled. "This young monk can't hold on much longer. I reckon that he'll turn into blood completely in a year or so and become the essence energy of my Blood Calabash!"
"There's no need for a year or so,"
Su Zimo's gaze was sharp and murderous as he said slowly, "Today, I'll send you to meet Hades!"
"Hahahaha!"
As though he had heard something extremely amusing, Teng Lingzi said sinisterly, "Araki Takeshi, don't worry. I'll keep you in my Blood Calabash as well and let you accompany him. You'll turn into blood and meet Acheron together!"
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? It was the Mid-Autumn Festival again. Ever since he became an immortal, he had been writing and accompanying everyone for the Mid-Autumn Festival. It had been five years now. He did not know how many book friends who were celebrating alone in foreign lands would send their blessings to him during this festival as well. No matter what, there's still me and an eternity to accompany you for the Mid-Autumn Festival. There's a song that states that companionship is the longest confession of love. I hope that I can continue writing so that I can accompany everyone every Mid-Autumn Festival. I also hope that I'll have everyone's company in the future. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival ~
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