Su Ming stood in the ruins of the tribe and looked at the crying man. He did not get an answer to his question. That man was Shan Hen. Tears fell from his eyes as he knelt in the center of the tribe. There was pain on his face, and within it were mixed emotions, guilt, and sadness.
Su Ming was silent. He did not attack, as if he was waiting for Shan Hen's answer.
After a long while, when the cold wind continued blowing on the ground, causing the scattered items in the tribe to swirl in the air, Shan Hen stopped crying. He stood up slowly and turned his head around to look at Su Ming.
His eyes were bloodshot, and they were filled with fatigue.
That familiar gaze seemed to have turned into a stranger. That familiar person had also become a traitor of Dark Mountain. If it were not for him, the casualties in the tribe would not have been so devastating.
"You were the one who told Black Mountain Tribe our migration route." Su Ming looked at Shan Hen with a sad expression and walked towards him.
"When I came back, you were killing all the people from Black Mountain Tribe who were watching us. At that time, you were split up. No one noticed your tracks. You didn't kill the people from Black Mountain Tribe who were in your area. Instead, you revealed the location of the tribe." Su Ming continued walking forward.
Shan Hen's face was pale. He laughed brokenly and staggered a few steps back, as if he did not dare face Su Ming's questions.
"Many of our tribe members died in that trap …"
"After that, you held yourself back until the most critical moment. Lei Chen, Grandpa Nan Song, and I stayed behind. Then you attacked and heavily injured Grandpa Nan Song, messing up our plan …
"Did you really want to see Black Mountain Tribe chasing after us and slaughtering our people..?" Su Ming asked hoarsely as he continued walking forward.
Shan Hen's face was filled with even more pain. He took a few more steps back.
"There are two things I don't understand. One, why did you betray the tribe? Two, you didn't let Bei Ling and his father stay behind. Was it because you weren't confident that these people could stop the tribe leader from Black Mountain Tribe after you injured Grandpa Nan Song, or was it because you found your conscience at that time? "Su Ming moved and closed in on Shan Hen.
"Tell me, why?!"
"Stop talking!" Shan Hen's face was pale as he roared. The pain and sadness on his face exploded forth. He took a few steps back and glared at Su Ming.
"Stop … talking! There's no why, no! " As tears fell from Shan Hen's eyes, he lifted his right hand. Immediately, a blood-red light shone on his hand, as if it was surrounding his arm. He pointed at Su Ming.
"It doesn't matter whether you're Su Ming or Mo Su, get out of here. I can't die yet. Give me ten years. Ten years later, I'll kill myself here.
"If you continue, then don't blame me for not caring about our tribe!" Shan Hen's previous coldness was no longer there. At this moment, he was like a roaring ferocious beast. As he roared, his body moved, intending to leave the tribe.
"You've already chosen to betray your own people. What's there to talk about? When you injured Grandpa Nan Song, did you ever think about what would happen to them if we all died there and the soldiers caught up to our people?!" Su Ming gritted his teeth and charged towards Shan Hen with Blood Scales in his right hand.
He gritted his teeth and charged towards Shan Hen with Blood Scales in his right hand. "You've already betrayed your tribe. What's there to talk about? When you injured Grandpa Nan Song, did you ever think about what would happen to them if we all died there?!"
Shan Hen roared and the moonlight in his right hand turned into a blood-red blade. It clashed against the long spear and turned into a force that spread outwards.
"Dark Blood Dust!" Shan Hen took a few steps back. His face was pale as he coughed out blood. His blood immediately turned into a layer of blood mist in midair and charged towards Su Ming.
His power was great, and the Dark Blood Dust Art was not something Su Ming could compare to. The moment the Art was cast, it instantly covered an area of dozens of feet. If it fell on Su Ming's body, it would pierce through him like an arrow. Yet the moment the blood mist that filled the sky closed in on Su Ming with its piercing power, the shadow of the moon in Su Ming's eyes suddenly flashed. Today was a full moon. Today was a full moon!
The countless moonlight threads floating behind Su Ming instantly tumbled backwards. Almost at the instant the blood fog closed in on him, the moonlight threads gathered together before Su Ming and turned into a screen of light made of threads that crashed into the blood fog.
A loud bang rang in the air. Su Ming trembled. The moonlight threads before him shattered inch by inch, but the blood mist also disappeared like a gust of wind.
At the same time, blood trickled down the corner of Shan Hen's mouth. He retreated several dozens of feet before leaping up. He no longer wanted to continue fighting, but instead wanted to leave the place.
There was no way Su Ming would let him leave. He chased after him, but the moment he got close, Shan Hen turned around. His eyes were filled with pain, but there was also killing intent.
"Su Ming, you forced me to do this!" Shan Hen roared and lifted the blood blade in his hand. In an instant, a Berserker Mark in the shape of a blade appeared on his face. It was his Berserker Mark!
The moment the Berserker Mark appeared, the air behind Shan Hen seemed to distort, and a red blade manifested abruptly. As the blade fell, the shadow of the red blade pierced through Shan Hen's body, and with a great amount of killing intent, it sliced down on Su Ming's head.
That slash was breathtaking. It was Shan Hen's strongest attack as the chief of the hunters in Dark Mountain Tribe! There were many people and beasts who died under that slash!
The large amount of moonlight that had descended by Su Ming's side instantly turned into threads that surrounded the blade slashing towards him, but the instant they touched the shadow of the blade, they were all cut apart.
Just as the blade was about to fall, flames appeared in Su Ming's eyes. It was as if his pupils had been set on fire. The moment the flames appeared, the Qi in Su Ming's body immediately felt as if it was burning. It was as if there was a ball of fire within his body that wanted to burn the sky and earth!
On the night of the full moon, the intensity of the fire was greater than it had been on any other day. Su Ming did not roar. Instead, as his eyes burned, he lifted his right hand and pressed his palm against the blood-red blade that was coming towards his head.
At that instant, flames erupted from his entire body. Once they enveloped his body, they turned into a gigantic person made of fire. That person made of fire sucked in a breath towards the full moon in the sky. At that moment, it was as if all the moonlight in the world was sucked towards him, causing the area around him to instantly darken.
"Fire!" Su Ming said softly. As he was chasing after Shan Hen, he could already feel the fire within his body under the full moon. It was as if with just one thought, that fire would explode forth.
As Su Ming pushed his palm forward with his right hand, the fire giant rammed its head into the incoming blood blade. As it rammed into the blade, its body no longer looked like a human, but had turned into a sea of fire that burned the blade.
Booming sounds shook the sky and earth. The sea of fire and the blood blade crumbled at the same time. Disbelief appeared on Shan Hen's face and he coughed out blood. He was already heavily injured to begin with, and now, he could no longer withstand the attack. His body tumbled backwards, and he coughed out blood once again in midair before he staggered and retreated.
Blood trickled out of the corners of Su Ming's mouth. When it fell on the snow on the ground, it immediately caused the snow to melt as if it was burning. When he saw that Shan Hen was about to escape, Su Ming took a step forward and swung Blood Scales forward.
A whistling sound reverberated in the air. Blood Scales turned into a gigantic blood-red eagle that landed on the ground before Shan Hen. It let out a loud bang and stirred up a wave of impact that caused Shan Hen's body to freeze.
The moment he froze, Su Ming stomped on the ground. Immediately, a stone dagger left behind by his tribe members when they migrated bounced up from the snow beside him. He held it in his hand and charged forward. In the blink of an eye, he closed in on Shan Hen and stabbed him with the blade.
"I can't die!" Shan Hen's face was ferocious. The moment Su Ming's blade came thrusting towards him, a faint red light shone on his right hand and turned into a red blade. Almost at the same time, the two of them stabbed each other's bodies.
"Give me ten years! I'll give you ten years!" Shan Hen panted harshly and roared in pain.
"When I was young, you were an elder that I looked up to. I know that you had no choice but to be aloof, because you had a great responsibility. You had to protect the tribe, and the tribe needed a kind person like the Head of the Guards, but they also needed a cold person.
"That's why you chose to be cold … You stabbed me with the blade because I wanted to thank you for protecting the tribe in the past.
"But I will never forgive you. The tribe members who died because of your betrayal will not forgive you either!" Su Ming coughed out blood from the corner of his mouth. He stuck close to Shan Hen's body and pulled out the stone blade in his right hand before stabbing it once again.
"This slash was given to you by the elders who died in the tribe.
"This slash was given to you by the tribe members who weren't useless after they died protecting the tribe leader." Su Ming whispered into Shan Hen's ears and stabbed him once again.
"This slash was given to Wu La.
"This slash was given to Liu Di." Tears fell from Su Ming's eyes, and with grief, he continued stabbing Shan Hen. Every single time he stabbed, Shan Hen, who was leaning against him, would tremble. Blood continued flowing from the corners of his mouth, and tears would also fall from his eyes. There was pain within his pain.
"This slash was given to Grandpa Nan Song." Su Ming looked at the ruins of the tribe and held onto Shan Hen so that he would not fall. He pushed the man forward, and the blade in his right hand stabbed him once again. As he pushed, a terrifying trail of blood flowed down from the snow under their feet. Su Ming pushed Shan Hen until he touched a giant wooden fence that was not too damaged.
With a bang, the fence trembled, and Su Ming stabbed him once again.
"This slash was given to me by the elder."
"This slash was given to me," Su Ming whispered. Su Ming whispered and stabbed the stone dagger in his hand deep into Shan Hen's heart. Shan Hen fell on Su Ming's body and his body continued convulsing. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
It was quiet all around them. There were only the two of them in the tribe, and they seemed to be hugging each other. Su Ming closed his eyes. After a long while, he took a few light steps back. Shan Hen's body fell to the side. There was no longer any light in his eyes, as if he could not see Su Ming. He struggled to lift his trembling right hand and took out a bone from his bosom.
It was a very small bone. It looked like a baby's leg bone. As he held onto the small bone, tears fell from Shan Hen's lifeless eyes.
As he cried, he lost his breath. He lost his life.
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