That man was naturally Su Ming's third senior brother, Ninth Summit's Hu Zi!
In his daze, Su Ming still remembered the first time he came to Ninth Summit. Hu Zi had glared at him and brought him to run amok. His simple and honest roars seemed to still be echoing in his ears.
He was someone who loved to peek at others, who was born with an innate talent for all Runes, who was formed by the Rune in Yin Death Region, and who had come to understand a Dream Art under Tian Xie Zi's guidance. This … was Hu Zi!
Even though he knew that everything he saw was just a battle that had happened in the past, that it was fake and not real, Su Ming's heart was still filled with great excitement at the instant he saw Hu Zi.
There were only a limited number of people in his life who could fill his heart with warmth, no matter how callous he was. Hu Zi … was undoubtedly one of them.
Su Ming sucked in a deep breath and quelled the excitement in his heart. With a step forward, he instantly stepped into the picture that looked like water, and his body disappeared.
At the instant he disappeared, the ten million cultivators in the world outside watched as Dao Kong's name shone with a piercing golden light once again. This time, the golden light spread out, and it was several times more dazzling than before. As it spread out, Dao Kong's name soon turned into a huge vortex.
That vortex was even larger than before. It was several tens of thousands of feet in size, causing the vortexes belonging to the four Dynasts to be unable to compare to it. In an instant, it attracted the attention of all the people in the area.
Very soon, a picture appeared within the vortex, and that picture … was the battlefield Su Ming had seen!
Boom!
Su Ming's vision blurred, but he instantly recovered. At the same time, shrill screams of pain and enraged roars filled his ears. At the instant Su Ming recovered, a cultivator from the Immortals' Union appeared in front of him. He had a sharp sword in his hand and was charging towards him at an incredibly fast speed.
There were cultivators from Morning Dao Sect in front of Su Ming, to his left, and to his right. These cultivators were in an incredibly pathetic state at that moment. As they retreated, they could not fight against the sword-wielding cultivator who was smiling ferociously as he closed in on them.
He lifted his hand and swung his sword down … and heads flew into the air. Blood spilled everywhere, and shrill screams of pain pierced the air. Su Ming's team was one of the people who had been scattered and were fleeing swiftly.
When he lowered his head, Su Ming instantly noticed that he was no longer Dao Kong. Instead, he had turned into a middle-aged man with a pale face. At that moment, there were many wounds on his body, and there was even a huge gash on his chest. There was black blood in that wound, and it was rapidly rotting away.
That black blood was caused by some sort of poison. Su Ming's body had clearly died at the instant he descended, and when he arrived, he obtained control over it. He might have looked as if he had been reborn, but in truth, his soul had already been swapped.
As far as the eye could see, the surrounding people were densely packed and endless. A battlefield of over a million people was not something that could be described with just one million people. Forget a battle between two sides, just one million people standing together would form a vast scene. On many cultivation planets, the population of a city didn't even reach one million.
The battlefield was so big that it was as big as a city!
Su Ming was located to the right of the place where Morning Dao Sect was suppressing him. He was located at a remote edge, which was also near the edge of the battlefield. As Su Ming observed his surroundings, screams of pain rang out continuously. The bodies of the cultivators in front of him crumbled with a bang, and the blood that spilled in all directions gathered together. Swiftly, it turned into a human figure.
That person's entire body was bright red, as if he was wearing a blood-red robe. He wore a blood-red mask and cloak, and there was cruelty in his eyes. With the sword-wielding cultivator, he slaughtered his way into Su Ming's group.
There were not many cultivators beside Su Ming to begin with, and at that moment, there were only about a dozen of them left. All of them had despair on their faces, and it was clear that they could no longer retreat.
"Heh heh, I killed nearly a hundred people this time, so I can get even more war achievements. Fellow sword friend, you can't compare to me this time." The blood-red person's cackles echoed in the air, and with a single move, he rushed towards the group.
Su Ming's expression was aloof. When he moved back, he did not immediately attack. Instead, he circulated his cultivation base, and all the wounds on his body immediately started healing. It was especially so for the wound on his chest. A large amount of black blood was forced out, and in just the span of a few breaths, most of it had already healed.
It was also at that moment that the blood-red figure, who was clearly a little blind, cast his gaze on Su Ming. As he laughed ferociously, he charged towards Su Ming.
"There's someone here who's poisoned by Old Monster Du, but he's still alive? Haha, you can't blame me for this. I didn't intend to snatch Old Monster Du's war achievements." The blood-red figure was incredibly fast. In an instant, he closed in on Su Ming and swung his arms outwards. The cultivators by Su Ming's sides coughed up blood. Booming sounds came from their bodies as they exploded, and blood spilled everywhere. The flying blood seemed to possess life, and when the blood-red figure swung his arms, it charged towards Su Ming.
There was cruelty in the blood-red figure's eyes. He seemed to be able to imagine the middle-aged cultivator being pierced through by his companion's blood in the next moment, and the final shred of life in his body would be snatched away.
But at the instant the blood charged towards him, Su Ming lifted his head, and a cold and fierce glare shone in his eyes. He took a step forward, and while the blood-red figure was stunned, Su Ming disappeared. When the blood crashed into the air, Su Ming appeared behind the blood-red figure. He lifted his right hand and seized the blood-red figure's neck. With a vicious squeeze, booming sounds reverberated in the air, and the blood-red figure crumbled, turning into an endless amount of blood. With a wave of fear, he fled in all directions.
The Nascent Divinity hidden in the blood was screaming at that moment.
'This is a powerful warrior hiding among ordinary cultivators!' Unfortunately for him, the instant his screams echoed in the air, Su Ming laughed coldly and swung his right hand casually. A rebounding force immediately traveled into all the blood that had scattered in all directions. It only lasted for a moment, but it immediately turned all the blood into fog. Then, it shattered completely, and even the blood-red figure's Nascent Divinity and soul were instantly wiped off.
The sword-wielding man's footsteps came to an abrupt halt. His pupils shrank, and without any hesitation, he fell backwards. His skin crawled, and his heart was filled with shock. In his eyes, a powerful warrior who could destroy Old Monster Xue's body and soul with one strike was at least in Lunar Kalpa Realm. This sort of person was not someone he could fight against in the later stage of World Plane Realm.
However, before he could retreat a hundred feet, Su Ming's aloof gaze landed on him. At the instant his heart let out a loud thump, Su Ming had already appeared in front of him. He lifted his right hand and tapped the center of the sword-wielding man's brows. With a bang, the man's eyes immediately filled with blood capillaries. He shuddered, and as if an invisible hand had seized him, his body was torn to shreds.
'I still can't quite get used to this body.' Su Ming swung his arm. He noticed that it was difficult for his body to fuse perfectly with his cultivation base at that moment. He could not bring out his full power, but while this might be a problem for other people, to Su Ming, he was not too worried about it.
He was an Abyss Builder, and one of the Abyss Builders' inborn abilities was Possession. The current situation might not be Possession, but it was not that far from it. A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and cracking sounds immediately came from his body. As the sounds echoed in the air, Su Ming adjusted the structure of his body to a state that was most suitable for him.
All of this happened in an instant, including the death of the two people Su Ming had killed. The remaining cultivators from Morning Dao Sect stared at him in shock, then wrapped their fists in their palms and bowed deeply to him.
Su Ming swept his gaze across these people.
"Who is the commander of Morning Dao Sect in this battle?" he asked calmly.
"It's Sect Elder Kun Lin from the Sect Elder Chamber and Sir Du Mo Tian from the War Chamber," one of the cultivators answered respectfully.
Su Ming nodded. He turned around and cast a glance at the battlefield, then turned into a long arc that charged towards it. Wherever he went, all the cultivators from the Immortals' Union who he ran into would scream in pain and have their bodies torn to shreds once Su Ming walked past them.
Even though he was engaged in such a slaughter, Su Ming's existence was insignificant in the gigantic battlefield. In fact, very few people paid any attention to him. After all, a single person was incredibly insignificant in a battle with more than one million people, unless … he could do something that shook the sky and earth!
As for changing the direction of the battle, Su Ming was not interested. If he truly wanted to change it, he could just kill the Sect Elder and the Sir from the War Chamber and use his power to suppress the crowd so that the cultivators in the area would fight according to his will.
However, compared to the gigantic giant in the distance and the black-robed man beside the giant, Su Ming was more interested in the latter.
He had chosen this battle because he wanted to see just what was so special about the gigantic giant and the black-robed man … and also because he had seen Hu Zi before he stepped into the picture!
However, the battlefield was like a city. It was not easy to find a person in it, but as long as Su Ming wanted to, he believed that he would be able to find him.
As Su Ming moved about the battlefield and killed the members of the Immortals' Union, he could gradually tell that the situation of the battle had not reached a terrible state. He might not know how long the battle had lasted, but at that moment, both sides were evenly matched. Clearly, both sides had yet to bring out all of their attacks.
But this situation did not last for long. As Su Ming moved about the battlefield and continued getting closer to the Immortals' Union, his gaze was fixed on the giant who was staring at all the people in the distance with an aloof gaze, as well as the inconspicuous black-robed man beside him …
Suddenly, a huge yellow long flag fluttered in the air from the direction of the Immortals' Union. At the same time, hundreds of similar flags appeared on the Immortals' Union's side. As they fluttered in the air, an invisible mighty pressure descended swiftly.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He knew that the Immortals' Union was about to do something major!
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