A glint appeared in Ancient God Ta Jia's eyes, and the eight stars at the center of his brows shone. He stared at Su Ming and suddenly grinned. There was a hint of disdain in his smile.
"I might be indebted to you, but it is not as great as you think it is. I will not make things difficult for you today, but if you continue pestering me, then don't blame me for crushing your physical body." There was disdain in Ta Jia's voice, and the air of superiority in his words was incredibly clear. It was no wonder he acted this way. After all, he was no longer a seven-star Ancient God, but an eight-star Ancient God who could command the wind and clouds in his race.
"You can try," Su Ming said faintly.
Once he said those words, killing intent shone in Ancient God Ta Jia's eyes. With a cold harrumph, he took a swift step towards Su Ming. He lifted his right hand, and as he moved, he threw a punch in Su Ming's direction with a loud bang.
"You don't know what's good for you!" He laughed coldly. At the instant he threw a punch with the power of an eight-star Ancient God, it caused the galaxy to tremble and change. It was as if the galaxy was about to collapse and the sky was about to sink as it charged towards Su Ming.
A brilliant light shone in Su Ming's eyes. The shadow of the Dragon of Destruction behind him did not move. He took a step forward and instantly closed in on Ta Jia. He lifted his right hand, clenched his fist, and with the simplest method, without using any divine abilities or Arts, crashed against the Ancient God's huge fist.
With a bang, Su Ming jolted and staggered nearly a thousand feet backwards. He stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the galaxy shuddered and distorted. As for the Ancient God Ta Jia, he did not move. There was arrogance on his face, and the scorn on his face grew stronger. He took a step forward and charged towards Su Ming again.
"I only used seven-tenths of my power just now. If you dare to go forward again, your body will definitely crumble!"
'With my current physical body, I can defeat a seven-star Ancient God, but the power of an eight-star Ancient God has increased exponentially …' Su Ming shook his head. Once he quelled the tumbling Qi and blood in his body, he lifted his right hand and clenched his fist. Immediately, countless souls from Great Berserker Tribe appeared around his right hand. They instantly fused into Su Ming's right hand, followed by his left hand, his legs, and even his entire body. Su Ming's body swelled up swiftly until he was hundreds of feet tall.
It contained a powerful presence and exuded an indescribable presence. When Su Ming clenched his fist, power seemed to have been born in his fist. This was … Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation!
Once they turned into the God of Berserkers, they would possess a Berserker Body, gather their Berserker Bones, and gather the will of one hundred million Berserker Souls. As if they were reverting to their ancestors, the strongest physical power of the Berserkers would instantly erupt forth from their bodies!
When the God of Berserkers Transformation appeared, the pupils of the approaching Ta Jia instantly shrank. A sense of danger instantly rose in his heart, and after the God of Berserkers Transformation was activated, Su Ming turned into a long arc that charged towards Ta Jia.
One punch!
Booming sounds surged into the sky and were deafening to the ears. Su Ming, who had turned into the God of Berserkers, clashed with Ta Jia's fist, and the booming sounds from the explosion instantly spread through the area. When the impact stirred up swept through the area, disbelief appeared on Ta Jia's face. His body tumbled backwards, and he was forced ten thousand feet backwards by Su Ming's punch.
Su Ming jolted and took two steps back. When he lifted his head, his expression was calm, and he rushed forward again.
The second punch!
Loud booming sounds reverberated in the sky. Ta Jia coughed up blood and was forced back again. A roar tumbled out of his mouth.
"Damn it, this is impossible! I'm an Ancient God, an eight-star Ancient God! It's impossible for a primitive, barbaric cultivator like you to have the power to shake me head on!" Ta Jia's eyes were bloodshot. When he moved back, he twisted his body, intending to change his direction to attack Su Ming, but the moment his body froze, Su Ming instantly appeared in front of him.
The third punch!
The punch landed on Ta Jia's chest, causing him to let out a shrill roar. When he coughed up blood again, he shuddered and moved back again. Su Ming's aloof expression seemed to have turned into a shadow in Ta Jia's eyes at that moment. It was magnified endlessly, and Su Ming threw his fourth punch.
The cultivators in the area saw this, and their expressions turned into silence and shock. This was an overwhelming advantage. Ta Jia did not seem to have any strength to fight back. Under Su Ming's continuous punches, his body looked as if it was about to crumble. Blood continued gushing out of his mouth, and the terror in his eyes grew stronger.
The fifth punch!
The sixth punch!
Booming sounds continuously echoed in the air. Su Ming threw six punches in a row, and Ta Jia continued retreating, but he could not escape from Su Ming's speed. All of this happened in the span of a few breaths. When Su Ming closed in on him again, he lifted his right hand, clenched his fist, and threw his final punch.
The seventh punch!
This punch contained all of Su Ming's power in the God of Berserkers Transformation. At the instant it was delivered, it was as if Su Ming's fist had turned into a black hole that absorbed all light and space around it. When it landed on Ta Jia's chest, muffled booms came from Ta Jia's body. Ta Jia jolted, but this time, he did not move back. Instead, his gigantic body was sent flying by Su Ming's punch.
He turned into an arc, and as he fell, countless cracks appeared on Ta Jia's body. His flesh was a bloody mess, and the wound on his chest looked as if it was about to explode. His consciousness started to scatter. Su Ming's punch had shattered his veins, and the eight stars at the center of his brows had become dull at that moment, as if they were about to be extinguished.
At that moment, Su Ming's God of Berserkers Transformation ended. His body returned to normal, and while standing in the sky, he stared coldly at Ta Jia, who had fallen to the ground.
"His bloodline is impure. If it had been an eight-star Ancient God with a pure bloodline, you wouldn't have been able to defeat him so easily with the power of the God of Berserkers Transformation," the old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe said faintly.
"Impure bloodline, huh?" A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He had originally intended to Possess Ta Jia so that he could have an Ancient God clone, which was why he had helped him break the seal, but at that moment, he got rid of that idea. If he wanted a clone, he would want one with a pure bloodline.
However, it would be a pity to kill him just like that. A strange light shone in Su Ming's eyes. At the instant Ta Jia struggled to get up, Su Ming closed his eyes. At the instant he did so, the will of the universe turned into the will of an Antecedental Spirit. Once it replaced the universe to become the will of heaven, it descended on Ta Jia's body.
"Become my slave. This is the will of heaven." Su Ming opened his eyes. At the instant he spoke faintly, Ta Jia let out a shrill scream of pain. He pressed his hands against his head, and at that moment, the will of heaven was like an invisible net that trapped his soul tightly. It was like a seal, and it Branded Su Ming's will in it.
This was a method that was even more effective than the method South Union used to control the Ancient God. It was the will of heaven descending on him and forcefully enslaving him. It did not give Ta Jia even the slightest chance to fight back. His screams of pain reverberated in the air, and after about a dozen breaths, they gradually disappeared. In silence, Ta Jia put down his hands from his head and stared at Su Ming with a complicated expression. After a long while, he lowered his head and bent his body towards Su Ming.
At the same time, the hearts of the five hundred thousand cultivators of South Union in the area trembled. At the instant Su Ming swept his gaze over them, they knelt down simultaneously to show their subservience. At the same time, they spread out their souls and allowed Su Ming to Brand them with the will of heaven.
Besides Xu Hui and De Shun, at the instant Su Ming's Brand appeared in all the people's souls, a vast power of fate from the world outside surged towards Su Ming. At the instant he absorbed it, he immediately turned it into his own laws of fate, causing his will of an Antecedental Spirit to increase by one fold and spread out in all directions.
At that moment, a large amount of laws of fate gathered in an invisible manner from Ninth Summit. When they enveloped Su Ming's entire body, his soul started tumbling about. He had a strong feeling that as long as he had the laws of fate from hundreds of thousands of cultivators, he would be able to Possess True Morning Dao World ahead of time.
He forced down the strong feeling in his heart and swept his gaze across the area. When he looked at Xu Hui and De Shun, he took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Xu Hui.
Xu Hui shuddered. The mark of the scorpion at the center of her brows distorted. The shadow of a scorpion appeared behind her, and it looked incredibly nervous. Behind her, De Shun stared at Su Ming anxiously. His heart was filled with fear. He did not know just what the unfamiliar powerful warrior before him wanted to do.
"When did she lose her memories?" Su Ming shifted his gaze away from Xu Hui and looked at De Shun's face.
De Shun's expression changed swiftly. He shuddered, and he began to hesitate.
"Senior, I don't quite understand what you're saying …" As De Shun shuddered, he suddenly grabbed Xu Hui and pulled her behind him. He did not know why he would do this, but it seemed to be something natural to him.
Xu Hui did not refuse him. The pressure Su Ming gave her was incredibly great, and it caused her face to turn pale. Terror appeared in her eyes, but for some unknown reason, some complicated feelings rose in her heart.
When Su Ming saw this, his expression remained calm, but he sighed softly in his heart. He no longer bothered himself with De Shun and walked towards Xu Hui. Xu Hui's expression immediately changed, and she instinctively wanted to retreat. Red appeared in De Shun's eyes. As he growled, he seemed to have forgotten about Su Ming's level of cultivation and was about to attack.
But before he could attack, Su Ming tapped the center of Xu Hui's brows with his right index finger.
"During the disaster of Morning Dao Sect, you used this strange divine ability to protect yourself, but this Art isn't perfect. It will cause your soul to split and form a second consciousness. Right now, your original consciousness is asleep, and the second consciousness has occupied your body." Light shone on Su Ming's right hand, and a wave of ripples surged into Xu Hui's body. Immediately, a look of struggle appeared on her face. When she looked at Su Ming, her gaze was sometimes familiar, sometimes complicated, and sometimes unfamiliar.
But soon, the unfamiliar feeling gradually showed signs of disappearing. Su Ming's finger had stirred up Xu Hui's sleeping origin soul, causing her to show signs of waking up.
"I can't do this …" De Shun shuddered. Madness and pain appeared in his crimson eyes. As he mumbled, he stared at Xu Hui. He knew that even though he had been bullied during the years he had been in contact with her, they had relied on each other for survival for years, and he had unknowingly developed feelings for her.
He knew that the person he liked was not the former Xu Hui, but the second consciousness in her body. That was why he did not bring her to search for Su Ming, but joined South Union.
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