"If your bloodline was any stronger, I wouldn't have been able to restrain you today. What a pity."
The handsome man smirked sinisterly.
Su Zimo realized that as well.
If he had attained greater mastery of the Marrow Cleansing section, he could kill late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators with ease. Coupled with the Thunder Marrow Cleansing section, his strength would definitely be comparable to a perfected Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Even the bone staff of the handsome man might not be able to bite through his flesh!
However, at that moment, a sense of helplessness rose in Su Zimo's heart.
His left wrist was bitten tightly by the skeleton on the bone staff and half of Su Zimo's body was numb and he was almost powerless.
On the other side, Su Zimo's right hand was enveloped by a dark green ball of light and was motionless.
Even though the handsome man's face was right behind the ball of light, Su Zimo did not have the strength to pierce through it.
Furthermore, Su Zimo's right hand was corroded by that strange power and his flesh was starting to rot and fall off – it was a terrifying sight!
Behind the ball of light was the smug smile of the handsome man.
Right then, the handsome man's smile froze and his gaze froze, as though he had seen something strange.
Su Zimo's gaze landed on the ball of light between the two of them as well.
Within the dark green ball of light, the flesh on Su Zimo's right hand had already fallen off completely, revealing a scarlet bone palm. The bones were crystal clear and burned with fine flames on the surface – it was like the most beautiful treasure in the world.
The fingertips of the bone palm were as sharp as knives – it did not seem like the palm of a human!
An extremely terrifying aura spread out and the dark green ball of light shattered!
In the face of that aura, the handsome man felt as insignificant as an ant and his heart stopped beating instantly!
"W-What is this?"
The handsome man's pupils constricted violently.
At the same time, Su Zimo felt a new power surge into his body from his right hand. His blood seemed to be boiling and spewing flames.
"Kill!"
Su Zimo hollered and reached out with his blood red bone palm, grabbing towards the handsome man's head.
The handsome man's expression changed and he hurriedly moved his white bone staff in front of him, wanting to block the blood red bone palm.
Piak!
Su Zimo only made a light grab.
The bone staff of the handsome man was directly broken.
Puff!
In the next moment, Su Zimo's bone palm descended and crushed the handsome man's head!
The great circle of Foundation Establishment had perished!
Su Zimo stood rooted to the ground, looking at his right hand in disbelief.
The handsome man's bone staff was no less hard than a middle-grade spirit artifact. But just now, it had been easily broken by his right hand!
Was this his right hand?
Su Zimo could clearly feel that this blood-colored bone palm was not his original palm!
This blood-colored bone palm exuded a terrifying aura, as if it could destroy everything in the world!
Su Zimo suddenly recalled something.
Back in the Cang Lang Mountain Range, he had fought with many cultivators from the Joyful Clan. His right hand was almost crippled and turned into a mush.
After that, when Su Zimo woke up, his whole body was intact, without a single wound.
This blood bone palm must have been attached to his wrist by Die Yue at that time.
However, what was the background of this blood bone palm?
Why did it cause Su Zimo's heart to palpitate?
At that moment, there was a clue to many of his previous doubts.
The reason why he could cultivate a Level 3 Spirit Fire right away was because of this blood bone palm before him.
The reason why Su Zimo's right hand did not change the entire time when he was demonized was because his strength was not enough to activate the blood bone palm.
Even though he did not know the secrets of the blood bone palm, Su Zimo knew that many of the abnormalities in his body were related to it.
This must be one of the three items that Die Yue left for him!
Su Zimo looked around and heaved a sigh of relief when he did not discover anyone else.
The blood bone palm was clearly not a human's palm. If it was exposed, Su Zimo would not be able to explain himself.
Su Zimo put away the handsome man's storage bag and rummaged through it. He took out a Grade 2 elixir, the Muscle Growing Elixir, and swallowed it.
The Muscle Increasing Elixir combined with Su Zimo's strong self-healing abilities allowed a thin layer of flesh to grow on Su Zimo's right hand. Although it had not fully recovered, it had already covered the blood-colored bone palm.
Still worried, Su Zimo took out another piece of cloth and wrapped it around his right hand.
After pondering for a moment, Su Zimo waved his hand and kept all the middle-grade spirit stones in his storage bag.
He was here for the spirit stones and naturally would not be soft-hearted.
Looking at the tens of thousands of mortals who were still kneeling and had already died, Su Zimo sighed internally. His eyes were filled with pity and emotions.
If not for Die Yue, Su Zimo would be no different from these mortals and could only be slaughtered by cultivators.
Why?
Why did these mortals not have spirit roots?
Senior crane once said that whether one had a spirit root or not was a person's fate and no one could change it.
Without a spirit root, it meant that one could not cultivate.
Could these people's endings be their fate as well?
Su Zimo felt indignant.
He felt indignant for the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who died in Linfeng City and for the tens of thousands of simple men before him.
If these people could cultivate, they might not have died today.
He had Die Yue to change his fate and plant a spirit root for him. However, who could change their fates for these people before him?
"Ugh!"
Su Zimo sighed once more and left the place.
…
Outside, little crane and the others hid far away, watching the spirit mine without daring to let down their guard.
After two hours, a person walked out of the cave.
Leng Rou and the others focused their gazes – it was Su Zimo!
Little crane carried Leng Rou, Little Fatty and Linghu over hurriedly as Little Fatty cheered in the skies.
"How was it, bro? Are you alright?"
Little Fatty was the first to jump down and asked in concern.
Su Zimo shook his head.
Leng Rou's gaze landed on Su Zimo's right hand as she asked softly, "Your hand …"
"It's fine, just a small injury," Su Zimo naturally would not tell the truth.
Right then, a streak of light sped over from the distance at an extremely fast speed and arrived before them in the blink of an eye.
It was a gigantic spirit vessel!
The side of the spirit vessel was etched with the image of a mountain peak!
On the deck of the spirit vessel stood a group of Perfected Jin Dan. The five people in the lead were the five peak masters of Misty Peak!
The five peak masters leaped down from the spirit vessel and swept their gazes. When they saw more than 30 Foundation Establishment Cultivator corpses strewn across the battlefield, they could not conceal the shock in their eyes.
Su Zimo and the other two had not expected that Leng Rou's message would alert the Perfected Jin Dan of the sect as well.
"Greetings to the five First Seats, greetings to the Elders."
Su Zimo and the other two bowed.
The five peak masters nodded and asked with grim expressions.
Little Fatty described everything from the beginning to the end, including how they discovered the abnormality in Linfeng City and how Su Zimo barged into the spirit mine alone.
At the end, the disheveled old man glared at Su Zimo with a reproachful look.
"Alright, let's return to the sect first."
Right then, Wen Xuan came out of the spirit mine and waved his hand, bringing Su Zimo and the other two onto the spirit vessel.
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