These were two completely different people, two completely different names, two completely different lives.
They were like two lines that would never come into contact with each other. Even if they were heading in the same direction, they would never touch. This was Su Ming and Si Ma Xin before the battle in Freezing Sky Clan.
Even when the two of them had just attacked, the strange similarity that even the others could see did not exist. Yet as the two of them continued attacking, it could be said that they were the last ones to notice this.
As the spectators watched the battle continue, the feeling of familiarity grew stronger and stronger.
One of them was lightning, and the other was ice. They looked different, but one of them had lightning swimming around his entire body, and the other had ice and snow surrounding his body. Perhaps that was not all, but soon after, when the small virescent sword and ice spear crashed into each other, and when the Divine General's black armor and crystalline ice armor appeared one after another, the feeling of similarity grew.
When Si Ma Xin brought out the round bottle and released the wolf formed by the soul of the Vessel Spirit that was incredibly rare and definitely not something a normal person could obtain, He Feng flew out from Su Ming's body, and the feeling of similarity instantly reached a certain height.
The similarity reached an even greater height when Su Ming brought out Spirit Plunder and Si Ma Xin let out the strange rod insect from his mouth. The two of them had somewhat similar expressions and presences as they faced these two different Enchanted Vessels. At that instant, it was as if all the similarities between them had fused together and erupted forth, creating a feeling that even the others could sense … that they were similar!
The bell chimes echoed in the area. At that moment, the black rod insect that was only the size of a finger tumbled backwards. However, its speed of retreat was clearly much slower than before, and it even started swaying. It was as if the crash just now had caused a rebound that it could barely withstand due to its speed and the echoes from Han Mountain Bell.
When Su Ming saw the rod insect tumbling backwards and looking as if it was about to recover in the span of a few breaths, his expression changed. He forced down the other emotions in his heart. He knew Han Mountain Bell's might, and the rebound from the crash was something that even he could not withstand. Yet this strange snake was showing signs of recovering so quickly.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He knew that he could not let the snake recover, or else this creature alone would be able to bring about a great impact on him. Almost the instant the small snake retreated, Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed at it. At the same time, he took a huge step forward.
The moment his foot landed, he immediately stood above the retreating snake. Soon after, Han Mountain Bell manifested in Su Ming's hand like a bell, and like a gigantic cover, it charged towards the small snake.
In the distance, Si Ma Xin was forced to cut off part of the blood shadow formed by his Qi due to the power of Spirit Plunder. His face was pale, and even though he did not cough out blood like Su Ming, he was clearly weakened. Yet when he saw Su Ming's actions, anger immediately appeared in his eyes.
He charged forward and let out a low growl. He also seized the air behind him with his right hand, and immediately, a piercing seven-colored light erupted from the Seven Colored Mountain that had been floating in the distance. The girl on the Seven Colored Mountain cried out in surprise and quickly flew back. There was a floating ribbon under her feet that supported her body.
Si Ma Xin had finally used his strongest enchanted treasure since he started fighting against Su Ming – the Seven Colored Mountain!
"Su Ming, how dare you touch my snake treasure?!" Si Ma Xin's face was ferocious. He seized the air with his right hand, and the crimson light within the light from the Seven Colored Mountain abruptly shone brightly, as if it had been summoned from the seven colors. As the light shone, the Seven Colored Mountain looked as if it only had one color.
"God of Berserkers Transformation, Seven Colored Refinement, Crimson Style!" Veins popped up on Si Ma Xin's face, and his body turned crimson in an instant. His right hand, which was now bent into five claws, looked incredibly enchanting, and he seized the air towards the Seven Colored Mountain that was floating towards him.
The moment he seized it, the red light from the Seven Colored Mountain immediately started flickering as if it was boiling. As it flashed, the mountain let out a buzzing sound, and a large amount of red light looked as if it was sucked away by Si Ma Xin's right hand. A large amount of red light gathered in his right hand and turned into a crimson long sword.
That sword was seven feet long and looked as if it was dyed in blood. There was also a shocking grief within it. As Si Ma Xin held it in his hand, he swung it down swiftly towards Su Ming!
With that one slash, the world around them seemed to have darkened. An oppressive feeling spread out abruptly, and the people around them even felt as if they were suffocating. It was as if that one slash had sucked away all the breathable air in the area.
A grief that could affect all emotions spread out in all directions along with that one slash.
"Before I was born, there was nothing …" A word filled with grief tumbled out of Si Ma Xin's mouth as he swung his sword. His expression seemed to have fused with the sword, and with one slash, he swung his sword!
The instant that slash fell, Han Cang Zi's face immediately turned pale on the third summit. The woman with the oval shaped face beside her also sucked in a deep breath.
"He cast the God of Berserkers Transformation!"
When the red-robed left preceptor on the fourth summit saw this, he narrowed his eyes.
"Looks like he has already understood the first style of the God of Berserkers Transformation."
All the people who understood the meaning behind that slash looked over. On the ninth summit, a gourd had appeared in Tian Xie Zi's hand at some point in time. He brought it to his mouth and took a sip. He shook his head and disdain appeared in his eyes.
"God of Berserkers Transformation … You think you can use the word 'transformation'?! "One of these days, I'll let the world see what the true God of Berserkers Transformation is! But when Si Ma Xin cast this divine ability, there are some changes that belong to him … "Tian Xie Zi did not seem to care about how Su Ming would deal with that breathtaking slash. Instead, he drank his wine and spoke words that no one else could hear besides himself.
It was as if he was confident that Su Ming could withstand that slash!
Similarly on the ninth summit, second senior brother, who had his back bent and was planting a few more plants on the frozen ground, lifted his head and cast a glance at the world in the distance.
"Youngest junior brother, this is a rare chance … God of Berserkers Transformation … the strongest skill created by Freezing Sky Clan! "When people want to draw, they first copy it before they can create their own," second senior brother mumbled to himself as he looked into the distance.
The battle between Su Ming and Si Ma Xin at the center of the Great Frozen Plains' nine summits under Heaven Gate had already attracted a lot of attention from the people around them, especially when Si Ma Xin activated the God of Berserkers Transformation and brought out a red glare from the Seven Colored Mountain to turn it into a long sword that looked as if it was dyed in blood. The presence it stirred up caused the battle to instantly reach its climax.
The red glare from the sword brought with it a strange sound as it charged forward, as if there were countless people crying. Those voices gathered together and turned into the sound the crimson sword made as it sliced through the sky.
Su Ming's expression was calm, but there was a solemn look on his face. He had long since known of Si Ma Xin's strength. He might be different from how he was in the past, but there was still some distance between him and Si Ma Xin.
Si Ma Xin's sword slash alone was enough to make Su Ming feel as if he could not hope to fight against it. Si Ma Xin's mumbles echoed in his ears as he fused with the sword. That slash seemed to contain a change in the world, a change that far surpassed Su Ming's understanding.
It was precisely this change that was akin to turning something rotten into something magical, turning this normal slash into something that Su Ming could not fight against. The sword itself was also a treasure that was formed from Si Ma Xin's Seven Colored Mountain. It itself contained a great amount of power, and when it fused with the God of Berserkers Transformation, Su Ming's analysis told him that the sword could kill all Berserkers below the Bone Sacrifice Realm.
Even a powerful Berserker in the Bone Sacrifice Realm would find it difficult to fight against that slash. However, Su Ming was not in the Bone Sacrifice Realm, so he could only analyze it, but not be certain.
The instant the slash closed in, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He knew that perhaps only Han Mountain Bell could fight against that slash, but if he used Han Mountain Bell to fight against it, then he would not be able to protect the rod insect that was about to recover.
If he allowed the rod insect to recover its speed and regain its clarity of mind, then Su Ming would be forced into a passive position in this battle. However, if he did not let the rod insect go, then Su Ming's pupils shrank in the face of Si Ma Xin's slash. He sighed and was just about to give up on the strange rod insect when a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes.
He looked at the slash coming down from the sky. The speed of that slash had strangely slowed down. That slowing down was incredibly sudden, and what was even stranger was that the people around him did not seem to have noticed it. When Su Ming instinctively looked around him, he discovered that all the movements in the world around him had slowed down at the same time.
It was as if a wave of power had arrived without a sound and was controlling the flow of time in this place.
"This is something I created. It's a form of serendipity that will appear once a person reaches a certain level, due to the difference in their training … It's similar to Void Space, but there's also a difference. To others, it might seem like something that would happen in an instant, but in your current state, it can become much slower.
"You have enough time to remember this slash and understand the changes in this slash … Find it, then receive Si Ma's slash in a fair and square manner."
There was a slightly strange look on Su Ming's face. He looked at the people around him whose movements had been slowed down several times. He looked at the crimson sword that was shining with a red light in midair and was also slashing down slowly.
He did not know how Tian Xie Zi did it, but if he did it under the watchful eyes of many people in Freezing Sky Clan, then it would require a lot of courage.
Su Ming's heart warmed even more due to his Master's kindness, and the feeling that the ninth summit was his home grew even stronger.
He knew that this was not the time for him to be sentimental. As he looked at the crimson sword slowly slashing down from the sky, Su Ming's eyes gradually became empty … He lifted his right hand and used his index finger as a pen, as if he was about to draw out the trajectory of the slash. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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