Su Ming used his full strength in that one slash.
That one slash made Su Ming's body turn into an ice sculpture. In his mind, the only thing he could think of was the old Shaman.
Just as Su Ming's body was falling rapidly and the sword was less than dozens of feet away from the old man's head, the old Shaman's eyes sparkled and a cruel smile appeared on his lips once again. As that cruel smile appeared, the panic on his face completely disappeared without a trace.
"So you're a Divine General of the Berserker Tribe! You're finally out. Looks like this sword is your final move! "The old Shaman lifted his head swiftly and lifted his right hand, pointing towards the incoming Su Ming.
During that instant, his body had indeed been frozen by Spirit Plunder. He had also been shocked by the appearance of Spirit Plunder and his divine sense. However, his level of cultivation was much higher than Su Ming's. Even if his body was frozen, it only lasted for an instant. The moment Su Ming rushed out, he had already regained his mobility.
He was still struggling because a hint of wariness had arisen in his cunning mind towards all the strange things about Su Ming. He was not wary of Su Ming himself, but of what other methods he might have that seemed strange and shocking to him.
He might have sounded disdainful towards Su Ming, but in truth, right from the start of the fight, he had already regarded Su Ming highly. With his age, there were many things that were not as they seemed. Disdain would only appear on the surface, but true regard would not be shown. Instead, it would only erupt when he attacked.
As the leader of a tribe, his mind was definitely not empty.
Only when he saw Su Ming appear and deliver that slash did he become completely at ease. He believed that he had given Su Ming a chance by not revealing any sort of opening just now. In a situation where he could not move his body, anyone else would bring out their full strength and bring out their strongest attack to deal a heavy blow to their opponent when they had the chance to face someone with a higher level of cultivation than them.
Because this might be their only chance. The old Shaman believed that even if he was in Su Ming's place, he would do the same!
That was why when he saw Su Ming's slash, the old Shaman felt at ease. As he smiled darkly, the finger he swung forward was swiftly covered by a layer of black scales. In the blink of an eye, that finger no longer looked like a human's finger, but had turned into the finger of a beast!
That fingernail was incomparably black, and the scales on that finger exuded a ghastly and malicious presence. That finger pointed at the air, and with a bang, it crashed into Su Ming's sword slash in midair.
Cracking sounds reverberated in the air, and a large amount of cracks appeared on the layer of ice around Su Ming's Freezing Sky Sword. As the cracks spread out, Freezing Sky Sword immediately shattered and turned back into a normal sword from a two-handed sword. Only then did it stop shattering, but there was still a deep crack on it.
The layer of ice covering Su Ming's hands and his entire body also exploded under the power of the old man's finger. When the crack spread through his entire body, all the layers of ice on his body shattered with a bang.
The moment the layer of ice on his body shattered, Su Ming once again felt that cold and malicious presence surging into his body. It made him tremble, and at the same time, he heard that strange panting sound accompanied by the sound of chewing once again.
He opened his mouth and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and as his eyes became dull, his body was rammed into by that huge force. As he tumbled backwards in midair, the Divine General Armor on his body shattered and healed rapidly, but it was eventually torn to pieces, causing blood mist to erupt from his body. The wound on his chest was torn open, and blood gushed out in all directions.
With a bang, Su Ming's body fell to the ground. Behind him was a big tree. When he landed, the power of the tremors caused blood to trickle out of the corners of his mouth once again. His eyes had already lost their light. He struggled to lean against the tree and glared at the old Shaman.
Su Ming's right hand was casually clenched by his side. No one could see his palm, they could only see the seemingly powerless struggle.
The power of the old man's finger might have seemed normal, but in truth, the old man had gathered all his power in that one finger. If Su Ming could fight against that one finger, then he could fight against all of the old man's divine abilities!
It might have seemed like just one finger, but in truth, it was all of his power!
The great disparity between their levels of cultivation made it impossible for Su Ming to fight against that one finger, especially since the old man's body had not been frozen by Spirit Plunder. He was only luring Su Ming to appear and attack.
The old Shaman lowered his right hand slowly. As he did so, his finger rapidly recovered from its scaly appearance. When he completely lowered his hand, it had already returned to the shape of a human finger.
A thin wound appeared on the pad of his finger, and a drop of blood seeped out. The old man placed his finger in his mouth and licked away the blood. With a cruel smile on his face, he walked towards Su Ming, who was leaning against the tree.
"It's a pity that your Master allowed you to come to the land of the Shamans alone … I got lucky for nothing. "Or else, if you had more time and your level of cultivation was higher, then even if I ran into you, I wouldn't be your opponent.
"In fact, if you had really escaped this time, then with the Shaman Tribe fighting to the death against us, it would be even more difficult for me to capture you the next time we meet!
"Barren Core, divine sense, Divine General, and even the power of that one slash that is similar to the structure of the Shaman Tribe. Just how many secrets do you have..?" The old Shaman approached Su Ming slowly. His gaze was like a blade, and once he swept his gaze past Su Ming's body, he was certain that Su Ming had lost his ability to fight back.
"That's right, there's also the method you used to hide your presence and your body. These will all belong to me now … Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. How could I bear to kill you..? I'll turn you into a Shaman Puppet …" The old man walked to Su Ming's side and crouched down. He looked at Su Ming, and the smile on his face could not hide the ecstasy in his heart.
Su Ming's eyes were dull, but there was still an aloof look in them. He wiped away the blood at the corners of his mouth and met the old man's gaze.
"This Divine Eye is very good. Once I turn you into a Shaman Puppet, I'll keep this gaze."
"How did you discover me?" Su Ming asked hoarsely. His voice was incredibly weak.
"Once I bring you back to the tribe, you'll naturally know." The old man swung his right hand, and immediately, a violent gust of wind charged forth, sweeping up Su Ming's body and bringing him into the sky. At the same time, the old man took a step towards the sky, intending to turn into a long arc and bring Su Ming back to the tribe.
Yet at that moment, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth from Su Ming's dull eyes as he was swept up by the violent gust of wind. He had been waiting for this chance. The injuries he suffered were also precisely for this chance.
A chance where the old man was completely defenseless against him, a chance where he was completely defenseless against Su Ming!
This chance should have never existed. The old man was a cunning old fox. He would definitely not give Su Ming such a chance. Su Ming had to create this chance himself.
The moment the light appeared in Su Ming's eyes, he clenched his right hand, and immediately, the white scale that he had been holding in his palm all this while and had been waiting for a chance was crushed.
The instant the scale was crushed, the expression of the old Shaman who was about to fly away with Su Ming suddenly changed drastically. Before him and around Su Ming's body, an illusionary hand covered in white armor appeared. The appearance of that hand was incredibly sudden, as if it had stretched out from the void and pressed its palm against the completely unguarded old man's chest.
The old man let out a shrill scream of pain and coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. There were even some bits of flesh from his organs within that blood. His chest caved in, and as he coughed out blood, he tumbled backwards.
His face was filled with hatred, as well as a hint of madness. As he retreated, he threw his head back and roared, then lifted his hands and pressed them against his ears. With that, his chest, which had caved in, began to recover at a bizarre speed.
However, the scale that Uncle-Master Bai had given him contained the power of a single attack, so it was definitely not that simple. The right hand that stretched out in mid-air tore at the void beside him. With a loud rumble, a crack was torn open in the void, and a burly man wearing white armor walked out from within!
The man's face could not be seen clearly. The only thing that could be seen was his aloof gaze. He stared at the retreating old Shaman with killing intent. However, his body did not look real. It looked a little like an illusion, and there were wisps of white mist floating around the edges of his body.
"Bai Chang Zai!" The old Shaman's pupils shrank. That white armor was like a nightmare to him. There was practically no one among the Shamans, especially those who lived at the borders of the tribe, who did not know that there was an incredibly terrifying existence on Sky Mist Barrier in the distance.
That person was a Divine General. He was dressed in white armor, and the number of Shamans who died in his hands was innumerable. He was even more terrifying than the Berserkers in the Berserker Soul Realm!
"You're just a Divine Clone. You can't kill me in the land of the Shamans!" The old Shaman's face was pale. As he retreated, a grave expression that had never appeared on his face before appeared on his face. He groaned in his heart. If he had not received that strike on his chest just now, then he had the confidence that he could fight against this Divine Clone of Bai Chang Zai until it disappeared.
Yet now … the old man's chest was throbbing in pain. That strike had nearly broken the Qi in his heart!
'So this is that little Berserker bastard's final move. Damn it, how could he be so cunning and cunning at such a young age?!' The old Shaman did not have the time to pay attention to Su Ming, but his hatred towards him had already burned to the skies.
With his experience, he had naturally understood everything. At the same time he was plotting against Su Ming, he had also fallen into Su Ming's trap. He had pretended to have his body frozen to lure Su Ming out so that he could use his final move.
Yet similarly, Su Ming had indeed fallen into his trap, but he did not bring out his final move. Instead, he allowed himself to be injured so that the old Shaman would lose his chance to defend himself!
'This child's level of cultivation isn't high, but he has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. He has a Barren Core, a divine sense, a Divine General, and he even has the protection of Bai Chang Zai's Divine Clone. He must be a prodigy in the Berserker Tribe, someone who will be the center of attention.
'A person with this status and a cunning one at that. If I give him enough time, he'll definitely be a disaster to the Shaman Tribe!
'Even if I have to risk everything, I'll make this prodigy of the Berserker Tribe die here!' The moment that thought appeared in the old Shaman's head, the person in white armor in the sky took a step towards the old man.
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