With that one stroke, it was as if a ravine that could separate the sky and earth had appeared in the dark sky. Su Ming's right index finger was like the tip of the brush. When he drew a line across the old Shaman's chest, his body moved as well. Like a falling leaf during autumn, he drew an arc in the air, turned around, and walked away from the old Shaman.
The old Shaman coughed out blood and staggered a dozen steps backwards. He lifted his head swiftly, and as he stared at Su Ming, a terrifying long gash appeared on his chest. Blood filled the area and dripped onto the ground, causing the entire place to be immediately filled with a bloody stench.
The ghastly white bones within the wound on the old Shaman's chest were shattering inch by inch. The organs under his skin and bones had turned into a puddle of blood …
The old man's face instantly turned pale. He lowered his head and looked at the long gash on his chest. Slowly, as if he could no longer stand straight, he fell to one knee on the ground and coughed out blood once again.
Su Ming stood before him with his eyes closed. In his head, the voice that did not seem to exist during the process of that one stroke reverberated in his head.
"Such a skillful stroke also proves my guess. You're definitely not an ordinary Berserker. Within the territory of the Berserker Tribe, you're the prodigy who has the highest chance of becoming the God of Berserkers …" A hoarse voice tumbled out of the old Shaman's mouth weakly.
Su Ming did not speak. He continued closing his eyes and immersing himself in that one stroke.
"It's a pity. Even if that one stroke of yours is like the work of nature … the difference in our levels of cultivation makes it difficult for you to kill me even if I'm heavily injured!" The old man knelt on the ground and struggled to lift his head. A dark light shone in his dull eyes, and due to the fatal injury, his body immediately turned black. That black color appeared on the gash on his chest and spread through his entire body.
Su Ming opened his eyes and looked at the old Shaman calmly. He had to admit that the old man was right. He could not kill this person completely.
Because at the instant he destroyed the old man's life force, Su Ming sensed that dark and malicious presence once again. That presence had already fused with the old man. He could cut down his body, but he could not destroy his soul.
Unless he had the same level of cultivation as Bai Chang Zai, or else, he would not be able to cut the connection between the lizard beast worshiped by the Shamans' Totem and the old man.
"Thirteen years later, when the sacred beast of Lizard Shaman Tribe forms a new body for me, I will wait for you in the land of the Shamans … Our battle has not ended!" The old Shaman's voice became weaker. His body, which was half-kneeling on the ground, had already turned completely black. Wherever that black color passed by, the old man's body would swiftly stiffen up, as if he had turned into a statue.
"When we meet again, I will …" Cruelty and hatred that was carved into his bones appeared in the old man's dull eyes. He stared at Su Ming, and at the instant he closed his eyes, he wanted to say his final words before his body died.
Yet before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Ming's aloof voice.
"You will find that your Lizard Shaman Tribe was destroyed thirteen years ago," Su Ming stated calmly. There was not a hint of bloodthirst in his words, but when those words fell into the old man's ears, the old man's eyes flew open.
"You!" The instant the old man opened his eyes, his breathing quickened, as if he was struggling to escape death. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, but he could no longer say a complete sentence. Just that one word alone caused his head to stiffen in the midst of his struggles and his entire body to turn into a statue. His body was rooted to the ground, and he was enveloped by a dark and malicious presence. Unless the person's level of cultivation surpassed that of the sacred beast worshiped by Lizard Shaman Tribe, then no one could destroy it, much less move it away.
That statue had already become a part of the forest.
Su Ming's cold eyes looked at the old man turning into a statue after he died. His heart was very calm. Once again, he gained an understanding of the strangeness of the Shaman Tribe.
If this old man had been a Berserker, then perhaps he would have truly died. Yet now, even though his physical body had been destroyed, his soul was still around. That soul had fused with the forest, and it would only need some time before it manifested once again.
Su Ming did not understand this sort of divine ability, but he could feel that this Art truly existed.
Su Ming brought out some medicinal pills and placed them in his mouth. He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at the sky. The night sky was no longer dark. Dawn was about to pass, and dawn was about to arrive. In fact, if he looked into the distance, he could see that the horizon in the distance was already starting to brighten up.
"Shaman Tribe …" Su Ming mumbled. This trip to the land of the Shamans had allowed him to gain a direct understanding of the Shaman Tribe. This sort of understanding was even more impactful than listening to others and reading about it in ancient scrolls.
If it was not for the protective treasure his eldest senior brother had given him, then he would have faced his first death during the day. If he had been surrounded and attacked by the dozen something Shamans, then there would have been no turning back for him if he had hesitated or made a mistake.
If it was not for the Divine Clone formed by uncle master Bai's scale, Su Ming knew that the one who would have fallen would have been him.
He looked at the old Shaman who had turned into a statue. His expression was still the same as it had been during his final moments, the one that looked as if he was about to open his mouth in anger. This person could be said to be the strongest enemy Su Ming had ever met!
Su Ming touched his chest. The injuries there had become even more severe, but with a large amount of medicinal pills to regulate his breathing, he could somewhat suppress the injuries.
'There's still one more day … With my speed, I won't be able to go back …' Su Ming lifted his head and looked in the direction where his Master was. He fell silent for a moment.
'I'll be half a day late. Master said I'll wait for three days …' Su Ming closed his eyes. He was now faced with a choice.
One of the choices was to leave the forest as soon as possible. Even if he did not make it in time, perhaps his Master would still be waiting for him there.
The second choice was …
Su Ming opened his eyes swiftly, and determination as well as ruthlessness appeared within them. He turned his head around and looked towards the deeper parts of the forest.
'If I go back now, I'll have questions in my heart!'
He calmly turned around. Once he put away his belongings, he turned into a long arc and charged into the forest. As he charged forward, he disappeared from the place. His direction was clear — he was heading towards Lizard Shaman Tribe, which was located deep within the forest!
Su Ming might not know the exact location of Lizard Shaman Tribe, but he had lived in the forest since he was young. If there was a tribe with more than hundreds of people in the forest, then there would definitely be traces of them around the area.
Perhaps it would be difficult for other people to find a tribe hidden in the forest through these traces, but it was not difficult for Su Ming, especially since he had the divine sense. Because of that, it made it even easier for him.
'This tribe is definitely not a big tribe. There aren't many powerful Berserkers in there, and I've killed quite a number of them. Their old Shaman is also dead … If I don't end this now, then I won't be able to accept it!' Killing intent flashed in Su Ming's eyes. He had no enmity with this tribe, but because he was softhearted, he nearly died.
Not long after Su Ming left, a rustling sound suddenly traveled into the silence beside the old Shaman who had turned into a statue on the battlefield.
That sound sounded like a person walking towards them slowly from the distance. Before long, a person walked out of the forest.
That person was dressed in purple, and he was Tian Xie Zi!
Tian Xie Zi's face was calm as he walked towards the old Shaman who had turned into a statue. Once he lifted his head and looked in the direction Su Ming had left, his gaze fell on the old Shaman's statue, and a thick wave of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"How dare you hunt down my disciple … Since you sharpened his sword for him, I'll grant you death." Tian Xie Zi lifted his right hand and patted the statue lightly.
The statue trembled with a bang and countless cracks appeared on it. It turned into a large amount of shards that spun in the air, and a faint, shrill scream of pain reverberated in the air.
The moment his palm landed, Tian Xie Zi broke the connection between the old Shaman and the sacred lizard in the forest. He destroyed his soul and truly died!
"And you, you worm … You're just a manifestation of the will that was born after you were worshiped by a small Shaman Tribe. Do you really think that you're the sacred beast of the Shaman Tribe?!" Tian Xie Zi spoke languidly towards the air, then lifted his right foot and stomped on the ground.
The instant his foot landed, a huge gust of wind stirred up in the forest. As the ground trembled, shrill screams of pain traveled forth. Su Ming could not hear those sounds as he charged through the forest. Only the creator of all of this, Tian Xie Zi, could hear them.
As Tian Xie Zi's footsteps landed and the mournful wails echoed, countless wisps of black Qi appeared out of thin air. The wisps of black Qi gathered in front of Tian Xie Zi and formed a giant lizard.
The lizard's body was indistinct. Its originally savage eyes were filled with terror, fear, and pleading as it looked at Tian Xie Zi. Its body trembled, and it lowered its head to worship Tian Xie Zi.
Tian Xie Zi remained silent for a moment before he let out a cold harrumph.
"The Lizard Shaman Tribe worshiped you quite a lot, huh? Not only did they give you the form of a will, they even gave you intelligence … I can spare your life. Stay here, and when you meet my disciple again, you must follow him and protect him with your life!
"If you disobey, I'll tell you to go back to where you came from!" Tian Xie Zi's words were calm, but when they fell into the illusionary lizard's ears, it made the creature shudder. Gratitude and obedience appeared in its eyes.
"Get lost!" Tian Xie Zi waved his arm and walked in the direction Su Ming had left.
The illusionary lizard's body turned back into black mist and crawled into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
Su Ming charged through the forest. Occasionally, he would stop to observe the traces around him and change his direction based on what he found. The sky became brighter, and when the sun was at its brightest, a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He had found the Lizard Shaman Tribe. It was right before him!
Su Ming floated forward like a ghost, but when he was tens of thousands of feet away from the Lizard Shaman Tribe, he suddenly came to a halt. He saw the back of a person standing before him!
"Mas … Master!" Su Ming was stunned. (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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