The person standing before him was dressed in purple. That familiar robe and that familiar presence caused Su Ming's heart to tremble. A feeling as if he had just seen a family member instantly spread through his body and soul.
As the word 'master' left his mouth, Tian Xie Zi turned around. Even though his expression was still gloomy, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"You've suffered," Tian Xie Zi said softly as praise appeared in his eyes.
Su Ming sucked in a deep breath. He had originally thought that it would be many years before he would meet his Master again, or perhaps he would never see him again. He did not expect that Tian Xie Zi would appear right outside Lizard Shaman Tribe.
"Master …" Su Ming touched the wound on his chest and shook his head.
"Go and do what you think you should do. I'll wait for you here. Let's … go home together." Tian Xie Zi looked at Su Ming, and the praise in his eyes became stronger.
Su Ming remained silent for a moment before he wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed towards Tian Xie Zi. He did not stop and charged towards Lizard Shaman Tribe behind Tian Xie Zi.
Tian Xie Zi looked at Su Ming's back, and anticipation appeared on his face.
"Fourth, what will you choose..?" Tian Xie Zi mumbled.
As Su Ming charged forward, a huge stronghold appeared in front of him. It was surrounded by an innumerable amount of fences formed by the ancestral city of Giant Trees. Cheers and laughter could be heard coming from within the stronghold. Among those voices were those of the elderly, children, women, and Shaman warriors.
Those voices caused Su Ming's footsteps to slow down. He looked at the village. He might not be able to see what was inside, but he could feel the joy between him and his tribe members in the village.
'If I had been captured by that old Shaman, then when he returned to the village, perhaps there would have been even more cheers and laughter …' Su Ming sighed softly. He did not know whether what he was about to do next was right, but he knew that in this world where the strong preyed on the weak, he had already tasted the price of being softhearted.
In silence, Su Ming walked towards the village. At the instant he was several thousands of feet away from the village, piercing howls immediately came from within.
That shrill howl was like a warning. At the same time it reverberated in the village, four people rushed out from within the village. The instant they saw Su Ming, their expressions changed drastically.
Su Ming was not unfamiliar with these four people. They were the ones who had been saved by the old Shaman after he delivered his strongest attack!
The instant he saw these four people, killing intent appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He leaped up, and as the small virescent sword shone at the center of his brows, he turned into a green arc and charged forward. He was as quick as lightning, and the instant the four people closed in, a bell chime suddenly reverberated within Su Ming's body.
The bell chime was like the sound of a death knell. As the ripples spread out, a green light flashed, and the small sword pierced through one of the people's chests at lightning speed. It brought with it a mouthful of blood and a scream of pain, and at the same time, the curtain of the massacre was lifted.
After a moment, there were four corpses lying on the ground outside the village. Su Ming's body was stained with blood. He walked forward calmly, and the instant the village fell into a state of dead silence, he slashed down on the village's gate.
A loud bang reverberated in the air, and the gate immediately crumbled, turning into an endless amount of shards that tumbled backwards. As a large amount of dust was stirred up, Su Ming walked into the village.
At the instant he entered, five people charged towards him and fought against him in the dust.
Booming sounds continued ringing in the air, but Su Ming did not stop for even a single moment. The instant he came into contact with the five people, black smoke surrounded his entire body, and the Divine General Armor manifested, blocking their attacks head-on. At the same time, green light shone and lightning spread out. When Su Ming walked past the dust that had been stirred up by the collapse of the village gate, five corpses fell behind him.
Almost the moment these five people died and Su Ming walked into the village, nearly a hundred arrows flew towards him. However, when they were several dozens of feet away from Su Ming, they stopped one by one and exploded into powder.
These arrows did not come from the hands of the Shaman Warriors, but from the normal tribe members in the village. Those normal tribe members glared at Su Ming with blood-red hatred in their eyes. Even if the arrows shattered, more arrows flew towards him.
Not only did Su Ming see hatred in their eyes, he also saw a will to fight to the death.
At that moment, with a low growl, a man walked out from one of the tents in the village. That man was half-naked, and with one swift step, he charged towards Su Ming. Soon after, a dozen something Shaman Warriors charged towards Su Ming from all corners of the village.
Su Ming fell silent and closed his eyes. He lifted his right hand and drew a line in the air. That line was like the might of heaven. The moment it fell, the man in the lead shuddered and was immediately torn to shreds. His head flew into the air.
The remaining people all fell from the sky with shrill screams after Su Ming drew that line with his eyes closed. With a loud bang, they fell to the ground, dead.
Su Ming opened his eyes and swept his gaze across the village. This was not a big village. There were a lot of tents, and there were hundreds of men and women. All of them were staring at him silently with hatred burning in their eyes. Their gazes made Su Ming's heart clench in pain.
Among those gazes were old people, children, women …
There were quite a number of people who continued shooting arrows even though they knew it was impossible. Even when those arrows shattered time and time again, it did not stop them.
Su Ming walked forward calmly. His divine sense spread out and enveloped the entire tribe. Once it swept through the area, he lifted his right hand and the small virescent sword charged towards several tents. It pierced through them one by one and came back with fresh blood in its wake.
Wherever it went, there were Shaman Warriors. However, these people were unconscious due to their injuries and could not go out.
When the small virescent sword returned to Su Ming's side, there were no longer any warriors left in the Lizard Shaman Tribe. The remaining hundreds of people were all normal tribe members.
Yet even if they were normal tribe members, the hatred in their eyes and the arrows that were shot towards Su Ming showed a hint of madness towards him.
Faint sounds of crying traveled into the air. Those were the cries of women and some of the children who were afraid. Most of them were silent tears that fell from the corners of the tribe members' eyes as the ground was filled with the corpses of the Shaman Warriors.
Su Ming looked at these people quietly. He understood the hatred in their eyes. However, if Su Ming had not come here in this manner and had been captured by the old Shaman, stepped on to the ground, and turned into a Shaman Puppet, then not a single one of these people would have looked at him with pity. Instead, they would have looked at him with a cruel excitement and would have cheered for him.
This was the sorrow of those who did not have a sense of belonging in a war between two races.
Either they did not join in, or … they had to bear with this sorrow.
The arrows didn't stop. There was a young man whose eyes were bloodshot. His left hand had already been cut by the bowstring, and blood was dripping down. However, it was as if he didn't know pain. He gritted his teeth and pulled the bowstring again and again, shooting arrows, even though those arrows couldn't hurt the enemy he wanted to kill.
Su Ming's eyes eventually fell on the boy.
He looked at the boy and walked towards him. When the boy saw Su Ming walking towards him, he let out a loud roar and rushed towards Su Ming with his bow and arrow in hand. The determination to die appeared on his face. It was a madness that made him want to take a bite out of his enemy even if he died.
Yet when he rushed to Su Ming's side, he could not help but stop under Su Ming's gaze. The awe-inspiring might contained within that gaze caused him to be unable to control his body, and he could only stop before Su Ming.
Tears fell from his eyes, and within those tears was madness and hatred …
Su Ming looked at the boy and lifted his right hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
"It shouldn't have been like this …" Su Ming said softly.
"I saved you and killed that snake … There's no enmity between us …"
The boy glared at Su Ming, and the hatred in his eyes turned into venomous hatred.
"Why did you report this..? Is it just because I'm a Berserker and you're a Shaman..?" Su Ming looked at the boy and wiped away the tears at the corner of his other eye.
"I was softhearted once, and I paid a great price for it … This is because I was wrong. I had to accept this mistake that was etched into my bones.
"It's the same for you, because you were wrong," Su Ming stated calmly.
The boy trembled and confusion appeared in his eyes. More tears fell down his cheeks, and Su Ming saw a hint of regret in his eyes.
"It shouldn't have been like this …" Su Ming looked at the boy and turned around to walk towards the crumbling gate of the village. When he walked out of the gate, he heard the boy's shrill roar coming from behind him.
That roar was filled with hatred, madness, and deep regret …
Su Ming did not turn his head back. He walked out of the village and into the forest, to Tian Xie Zi's side.
"Master, let's go home …" There was a hint of fatigue in Su Ming's voice.
"I thought you chose to come back here because you wanted to destroy this tribe." Tian Xie Zi looked at Su Ming with a calm expression.
"I can sense Master's aura on him." Su Ming remained silent for a moment. He did not look at Tian Xie Zi, but instead looked in the direction of Sky Mist Barrier and spoke tiredly.
"I was the one who woke him up. This is the Shaman Tribe. They have a blood feud with us Berserkers. If you still don't understand, then you will pay this price with your life during Sky Mist Shaman Hunt." Tian Xie Zi closed his eyes and spoke languidly.
Su Ming fell silent.
"With your own power, you chased after Split Dawn and took his head. This is praiseworthy!
"When you were ambushed in the forest, you did not panic in the face of a dozen Shamans. You calmed yourself down and split them up to kill them. This is praiseworthy!
"When you ran into a powerful warrior, you used your strongest attack to tear through the sky. You did not linger in the fight. You knew your limits and ran away. This is praiseworthy!
"When you chased after someone, you knew not to use brute force to escape. You judged the situation and turned around to fight. You did not fear the strong. This is praiseworthy!
"When you worked together with Bai Chang Zai's Divine Clone, you understood your own first Style. This is a great harvest!
"But you were merciful and let that boy go for the first time. This is a mistake!
"You knew everything and returned to this place, but you still let that boy go. This is … a great mistake! I am your Master. I will correct your mistake for you! "Tian Xie Zi turned around and walked towards the Shaman Tribe.
"Master!" Su Ming looked at Tian Xie Zi. He might look tired, but his eyes were calm.
"This is my Creation …"
Tian Xie Zi's footsteps faltered.
Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone. Eat more rice dumplings. Remember to help me eat one. Heh heh.
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