"What sound is that?" The monkey-faced old man glared at him and lifted his right hand to strike the man's head.
"What sound is that? What sound is that? Shut up!" The old man struck the man's head again, causing the man to quickly shrink his head back, but he did not dare avoid it.
The old man let out a cold harrumph and no longer bothered himself with the man. With a dark face, he charged towards the mountain range where Su Ming's cave abode was. The six people behind him quickly followed behind him, and the seven of them turned into seven long arcs that charged towards the ground.
Yet the moment they flew out and before they even got close to the mountain range, another bell chime suddenly reverberated in the air. That bell chime hummed, causing a layer of ripples that could be seen with the naked eye to appear in the sky and spread out in all directions.
As the bell chime and the ripples appeared, the old man's heart trembled once again, and his expression changed. As for the six people behind him, they also swayed and shock appeared on their faces.
"That's the sound of a Soul Catcher. Elder, why don't … Why don't we leave? He's a Medial Soul Catcher." As the bell chime reverberated in the air, another person behind the old man quickly spoke up to persuade them. That person's face was pale. He was only a Fledgling Shaman, and the bell chime seemed to have stirred up a buzzing sound in his body, causing him to almost lose his footing.
"Bullsh * t!" The monkey-faced old man glared at him and lifted his right hand to strike the head of the person who spoke.
"I'll tell you what that sound is. That's indeed the sound of a Soul Catcher. Why don't you think about why he made that sound the moment we arrived? It's because he's afraid. Do you understand? He's afraid, that's why he made that sound!
"Do you know how he made that sound? That's the sound of someone knocking on a mountain rock. That's just a sound, and you're already so scared?" the monkey-faced old man said with a cold harrumph.
"Elder, you're wise and knowledgeable. So that's the sound of someone knocking on a mountain rock." The six people quickly nodded, and respect appeared in their eyes as they looked at the old man.
"It would have been fine if he didn't make that sound, but now that he did, I know that this Soul Catcher is afraid." For some reason, the monkey-faced old man came to this conclusion. He raised his right hand and slapped the heads of the other six people one by one.
"Grandpa, it hurts!" The burly man who spoke first shrunk his head again and muttered to himself.
"You guys just wait here and see how I'll chase this Soul Catcher away. Damn it, how dare he take over my tribe's territory." The monkey-faced old man glared at them and no longer bothered himself with the six tribe members. Instead, he turned around and charged towards the mountain range where Su Ming was.
However, when he was only 1,000 feet away from the mountain range, the bell chimes suddenly rang even louder. They spread in all directions and stirred up even more ripples. In fact, they even stirred up a violent gust of wind that caused the old man's hair to flutter.
The monkey-faced old man sucked in a sharp breath. He might have been talking to his tribesmen just now, but in truth, even he did not know what that voice was. It sounded a little frightening, but he was the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe. He could not show any fear before his tribesmen.
At that moment, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward once again while mumbling in his heart.
The six tribesmen behind him could not help but retreat. They looked at their elder as he moved forward, listened to the increasingly louder buzzing, and looked at each other.
"Grandpa, you're wise. How did he know that the person is afraid of that sound?"
"That's why he's the elder and you're not the elder. The elder is right. Look, the closer he gets, the louder the sound becomes. It's clear that he's afraid."
"But I don't think so …"
"That's right, he's clearly afraid."
As the six people discussed among themselves, the monkey-faced old man was already nearly 500 feet away from the mountain range. When he was about to step on the mountain, he took a deep breath and let out a loud roar.
"This mountain …"
Yet before he could finish speaking, he widened his eyes. His voice came to an abrupt halt, and a presence that made his skin crawl abruptly spread out from the mountain range with a bang.
As that presence spread out, a gigantic illusion of one thousand feet tall swiftly manifested before the old man. That illusion was in the shape of a bell, and once it appeared, a powerful pressure shook the sky and earth, causing the weather in the sky to change.
The monkey-faced old man was struck by that pressure and shocked by the gigantic bell that suddenly appeared. Without another word, he quickly retreated.
At the same time he retreated, an incredibly clear bell chime came from within the gigantic, illusory bell. That sound was several times clearer than before, and when it fell into his ears, it caused a buzzing sound.
The monkey-like old man hurriedly retreated and returned to his clansmen.
"Damn it, what is that..?" The man behind him cried out in surprise once again.
"That sound isn't from someone knocking on a mountain rock. What is that?" The people behind the old man sucked in sharp breaths.
"What do you know? What do you know?!" The old man seemed to have flown into a rage out of humiliation. He turned his head around and glared at them, then raised his hand and slammed it once again.
"Let me tell you, what is that? It's a big bowl!"
The moment the old man finished speaking, the bell chime echoed in the air once again. The illusory bell that existed in the sky above the mountain range instantly gained corporeal form and revealed its complete appearance.
It was entirely greenish-black in color, and it gave off an ancient air. As it floated in midair, it formed a powerful pressure that caused the old man and the people behind him to fall towards the ground, unable to withstand it.
"Grandpa, that … That's not a bowl …"
"Grandpa, that's really not a bowl. What is that?" The tribesmen's faces turned pale and their bodies trembled. Under that pressure, even their cultivation bases froze, and as they trembled, their expressions became dull.
"Hmph, let me tell you, that's a bowl. That lad Soul Catcher is scared, that's why he brought out that bowl to scare us. You, and you, the two of you, go and lure that lad Soul Catcher out." The monkey-faced old man was nervous, but he gritted his teeth and said those words. He pointed at the two tribesmen beside him, and when he saw that they did not dare go forward, he glared at them and lifted his hand.
The two tribesmen gritted their teeth and rushed forward in fear, wanting to get closer to the mountain range. Yet when they had only moved a hundred something feet, a shocking roar suddenly came from Han Mountain Bell in the sky.
That roar was even more terrifying than the bell chimes, causing the two men to cough out a mouthful of blood and instantly fall to the ground. When they turned their heads back to look, they saw their four companions behind their elder also coughing out blood and falling to the ground.
Only the monkey-faced old man continued to stand there. However, his body was trembling.
"Don't think that I don't know that you're pretending to be dead. Just you wait, once I'm done with that lad Soul Catcher, I'll skin you alive when I go back." The old man stomped on the ground, and as he spread his arms wide, he bit the tip of his tongue. Once he coughed out a mouthful of blood, his presence instantly surged like a tidal wave. A gigantic illusionary white fog also appeared behind him. That fog tumbled about and formed the outline of a bull.
The old man lifted his right hand, and with a flip of his palm, a gigantic bowl appeared in his hand. That bowl was filled with clear water, and with that bowl in hand, the old man took a swift step forward while groaning in his heart. He was the Patriarch of White Bull Tribe, and ever since he heard from his tribesmen that a Soul Catcher had appeared in this place, he had been hesitating.
After waiting for a few days, the people he sent to investigate came back and told him that the place had returned to normal, and that the Medial Soul Catcher was no longer around. That was why he decided to bring his tribesmen to this place and put on an act, but he did not expect that right when he arrived, he would run into that terrifying voice.
During the first few times, he could still put up a brave front and say that the voice had arrived, but when that gigantic bell appeared, he was already terrified. However, it was difficult for him to leave just like that as the Patriarch. At that moment, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind to fight with his life on the line. No matter what, he had to rush up and fight against that Medial Soul Catcher.
Besides, he believed that even if he was not a Soul Catcher, he was still a Medial Shaman who had reached the peak of the Medial Shaman Realm. The outcome of this battle was still unknown.
As he rushed forward, a stern look appeared on his face. Ripples appeared on the clear water in the stone bowl in his hand, turning into a layer of water vapor around his body, allowing him to resist the bell chimes echoing in the air.
As he moved forward, the two men who had fallen on the ground immediately opened their eyes and quickly crawled on the ground, returning to the spot where their companion had coughed out blood and fallen.
Almost at the same time the two of them returned, the other four tribesmen who had fallen on the ground also opened their eyes. They looked at each other, and as if they had formed a telepathic connection, they quickly crawled backwards without another word.
Only the old man was still charging forward. Once he got close to the mountain range, the old man no longer had the time to bother with the six clan members who were playing dead. He stomped on the ground with his right foot, and his body shot up from the ground. He flew into the air and charged to the top of the mountain range. At the same time, he let out another loud roar.
"This mountain is …"
Almost the instant he said those words for the second time, the area beyond the gigantic Han Mountain Bell in the sky suddenly stirred up wind and clouds. A large area of indistinct space appeared, and within that indistinct space, a gigantic ferocious beast that could not be described with words revealed itself.
That ferocious beast looked like nine Aquatic Dragons that had fused together. It was gigantic, and as its nine heads spread out, it looked as if they occupied the entire sky. It was precisely the appearance of this beast that made the old man's second words die in his mouth once again. His eyes went wide, and shock as well as terror appeared within them. He swiftly retreated, and his skin crawled.
When a murderous, mighty pressure descended on him with a bang, five of the nine heads had their eyes closed, as if they were in deep sleep. However, the other four heads had their eyes wide open, and a chilling glare shone within them. Su Ming's figure appeared in the pupils of those four heads.
"What is this mountain?!" Su Ming's voice tumbled out from the mouths of the four heads that were occupied by the beast.
"This mountain is yours …" The monkey-faced old man suddenly had an epiphany and did not dare continue retreating. He quickly put on an apologetic smile.
The third update is here, and there's still the fourth update! My fellow Daoists, if you still have any, don't keep them. Cast them all in one go and let us charge forward! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Start Point and cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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