Su Ming did not turn his head back. As his right hand fell, a deafening boom instantly came from the ground. Countless shrill screams of pain were completely drowned out by the booming sounds. As the lingering sounds reverberated in the air, all the people who were fighting against each other in the battlefield shuddered, as if they had been frozen. All their gazes were trained on the ground, and all of them were dumbfounded. There was shock on their faces that could not be hidden.
A gigantic palm print that was several hundreds of feet deep was branded on the ground, and within it were countless black beetles that had been reduced to a bloody mess!
That palm print was incredibly clear, as if a giant had placed his palm on the ground. The black beetles that had just escaped death were trembling at the edges of the palm print. They lay prone on the ground, not daring to move even a single inch.
They could sense the terror that came from that palm print that could destroy their entire tribe. It was a mighty pressure that they could not hope to fight against.
Su Ming watched the scene before him calmly. The old Hearer's heart was trembling at that moment, and he was swiftly retreating. His heart was filled with regret and fear at that moment. He regretted being so close to this terrifying person before him!
He was afraid of that palm strike, which had clearly made him feel as if he could not fight against it. He had never seen a Master of Fate, Lives, and Death in his life, but he had heard of the divine abilities of powerful warriors in this Realm. At that moment, everything he saw before him echoed in his head, and only the words' Master of Fate, Lives, and Death 'could describe it.
"I am not a place where you can come and go as you please," Su Ming said flatly.
The old Hearer's expression changed drastically. He lifted his right hand, and the Wave Drum appeared. As he shook it rapidly, he instantly left into the distance. He had already been scared out of his wits by Su Ming's palm strike just then. If he had known that there was such a powerful warrior in the Ninth Tribe, then no matter what, he would not have brought Hearer Tribe here.
This was no longer a hunt for the Ninth Tribe. Hearer Tribe had clearly brought upon themselves a danger that could lead to the destruction of their tribe!
His pupils constricted, and he began to flee at top speed. He wanted to get out of this place, and he didn't even care about the lives of his fellow tribe members. He wanted to get back to his tribe as quickly as possible, and then mobilize them to move as far away from this place as possible. If he was even a step too slow, then he was certain that what awaited him would be the complete annihilation of his tribe.
Su Ming lowered his right hand and patted his storage bag. The gourd immediately appeared and floated above his palm. Su Ming touched it gently a few times.
"Treasured gourd, please kill him!" Su Ming said flatly. Eyes immediately appeared on the gourd, and they stared at the fleeing old Hearer with an aloof gaze. In an instant, a colorful light erupted from within, and a small human holding a blade flew out of the gourd and left without a single sound.
After a moment, a shrill scream of pain reverberated in the battlefield that had fallen silent due to Su Ming's palm strike. It was a piercing cry that attracted all the people's gazes.
Once the people from the Ninth Tribe saw this, their spirits were immediately lifted, but when the Hearers saw this, their faces instantly turned stark pale. If Su Ming's palm strike had already scared the Hearers out of their wits, causing their fighting spirit to fall to its lowest point, and great terror to rise within them, then the scene of the old Hearer's head being separated from his body was like a death knell that crashed violently into the hearts of all the Hearers.
"Elder!"
"Run! Hurry up and leave!"
After being momentarily stunned, an uproar broke out. All the Hearers' hearts were filled with endless terror at that moment, and they instantly broke down. All of them started retreating, and all the thoughts in their heads were directed towards escaping!
"All members of the Ninth Tribe, hear me! Follow me … and kill our way over! This time … we will make them pay several fold for the slaughter the Hearers have inflicted on us over the years!" Dijiu Mo Sha let out a roar, and a monstrous hatred appeared in his eyes. As he roared, the shadow of the black-furred giant appeared behind him, along with … Tian Xie Zi's body, which Su Ming fixed his gaze on once again.
Roars immediately responded to him. It was the eruption of all the warriors of the Ninth Tribe that had been suppressed for countless years. At that moment, hundreds of people flew out and turned into long arcs that charged into the sky to fight against the Hearers who were fleeing like scattered sand.
One side fled desperately, and the other chased after them madly while roaring. Clearly, this battle would not end within a short period of time, and the battle line would be lengthened.
Su Ming stood at the top of the mountain and watched this scene. He sighed. The Hearers had no enmity with him. With Su Ming's principles, as long as they did not provoke him, then he would not destroy their entire tribe for no reason.
One such example was the Hearers. This was the first time Su Ming ran into this tribe.
However, his gaze fell on his Master, who was standing on the head of the black-furred giant behind Dijiu Mo Sha, who was chasing after the Hearers from the distance. With that one glance, a resolve appeared in his eyes.
His principles could change because of his Master.
'This is the tribe Master cultivated in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. It is his companion for many years of loneliness.' Su Ming lifted his right hand, formed a seal, and swung his arm into the distance. With it, the totem formed by the Duke of Crimson Flame on his arm turned into a cloud of fire that instantly appeared in the distance. That was the border where the fleeing Hearers had yet to get close to.
The Duke of Crimson Flame walked out of the cloud of fire. With an aloof expression, he spread his arms wide open and roared at the sky. With just one roar, a sea of fire swiftly spread out with him as its center. In the span of a breath, a wall of fire was erected on the ground.
That wall was like a seal that completely destroyed the Hearers' final hope of survival!
"No!"
"We're willing to submit! We're willing to join the Ninth Tribe!"
"Spare us! This is all the elder's orders, we had no choice but to come …" Pleading, crazed, or despairing voices instantly reverberated in all directions, but all of them turned into screams of pain that were drowned out by the enraged roars of vengeance from the Ninth Tribe.
Su Ming closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged at the top of the mountain.
He did not want to participate in this slaughter. Helping the tribe kill the strongest old man and getting rid of the sea of insects that was spreading through the ground was something he did for his Master, but that was all he could do.
To Su Ming, who was used to seeing death, whether this tribe could continue existing and whether they could reproduce through the passage of time was not important.
Shrill screams of pain rose and fell in his ears. The stench of blood was thick and did not disappear. Once it crashed into the sea of fire, it turned into a foul stench.
As time passed, the screams of pain gradually grew fewer, but at that moment, Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance. He saw a Hearer whose path had been blocked by the sea of fire, and he was fighting against Dijiu Mo Sha with his life on the line.
His level of cultivation was extraordinary and seemed to be equivalent to those in the later stage of World Plane Realm. He was on equal footing with Dijiu Mo Sha. Booming sounds reverberated in the air from their divine abilities, and their fight had reached its most intense moment.
Su Ming's expression remained as calm as ever, but he let out a cold harrumph. Dijiu Mo Sha could not see it, and neither could anyone from the Ninth Tribe. However, in Su Ming's eyes, he could clearly see a fine crack in the air behind the Hearer. It was swiftly being torn apart, and in a few breaths, it would be torn apart, and all the people would see it.
Su Ming's cold harrumph did not travel too far. It only reverberated in the area of a hundred something feet around him. However, the fine crack behind the Hearer in the distance that no one else could see stopped at the instant Su Ming let out a cold harrumph.
At the same time, the Divine Essence Runic Symbols in Su Ming's eyes shone. The world before him seemed to have instantly become still and still under his power of Divine Essence, turning into a frozen picture.
Su Ming was momentarily stunned. When he looked over, the picture was instantly magnified in his eyes, as if it was moving. As it grew larger endlessly, it looked as if the distance between Su Ming and the Hearer had been shortened, and right before Su Ming's eyes, his gaze shot through the man's body and landed on the space behind him, which seemed normal, but had fine cracks on it, which seemed to be the same.
As Su Ming stared at it, that space was magnified endlessly once again. When it was magnified several hundreds of times, Su Ming saw a fine crack.
It was magnified again, and when it was magnified several thousands of times, the crack turned into a gigantic ravine in Su Ming's eyes. His gaze shot through it, and he saw a powerful ray of light.
That powerful ray of light moved through Su Ming's eyes until he saw a black piece of land within it.
There was a black volcano on that land, and it was erupting. At the foot of the mountain was a tribe formed by black towers. There were men, women, the elderly, and the young in that tribe, but at that moment, all of them were kneeling on the ground and surrounding a statue.
That statue was an eyeball!
An incredibly frail old man whose body was covered in festering wounds was panting harshly. Hatred and anxiety appeared in his eyes, and they surrounded the eyeball as if they were dancing. Complicated chants tumbled out of his mouth, causing the eyeball to gradually turn murky, as if ten thousand years had passed by in an instant.
Based on the appearance of the kneeling tribe members, it could be seen that they were Hearers, and this was clearly where their tribe was located. As for the eyeball, it was definitely the god that the Hearers had worshiped over the countless years.
At that moment, it was clear that they had sensed the deaths of their tribe members and were worshiping their god, hoping that their god would bring forth a miracle.
Almost at the instant Su Ming's gaze pierced through space and looked over, a vertical pupil immediately appeared on the eyeball that was being worshiped. That pupil was brown, and it looked as if there were countless vengeful souls struggling within it, wanting to rush out. It gave all those who saw it an incredibly sinister feeling.
That pupil turned, and in an instant, it met Su Ming's gaze.
At the instant their gazes met, the eyeball's pupil shrank, and a piercing roar reverberated in Su Ming's heart. With a bang, the world before Su Ming's eyes tumbled backwards from its previously magnified state until it returned to nothingness and the ravine. The ravine turned into a crack, and when the world he saw was no longer a picture, it returned to normal. The sound of flames burning reverberated in the air, and the stench of blood spread out. The fight between the Hearer and Dijiu Mo Sha continued.
Su Ming moved backwards, as if he had been struck by an invisible force. A freezing glare immediately shone in his eyes. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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