"I'll definitely make you wail for seven days and seven nights before you die, then I'll suck out all the essence in your body and turn you into a dried up corpse!" With a single move, Madam Ji charged towards Su Ming. The moment she closed in, all the familiar faces in Su Ming's eyes twisted, and they swiftly charged towards him from all directions.
At the same time, the Five Colored Fog in the world started surging and sweeping through the area before rapidly gathering towards Su Ming. Madam Ji was the fastest. When she was less than five feet away from Su Ming, she lifted her right hand, and a black hairpin appeared in her hand. She was just about to stab it into the center of Su Ming's brows.
A hint of derision appeared in Su Ming's cloudy eyes, and as that derision appeared, a clear look appeared in his eyes. At that moment, there was not a hint of lust on his face. Everything that had happened just now had clearly been intentional, and there was only one goal in his actions – to lure Madam Ji closer and kill her in one go!
Madam Ji had a lot of tricks up her sleeves, and Su Ming was worried that she still had other killing moves. That was why he used himself as bait to lure her closer!
The instant she saw the derision in Su Ming's eyes, Madam Ji's expression changed drastically. Her heart let out a thump against her chest, and she wanted to retreat, but it was already too late. Su Ming took a swift step forward, and he was so quick that he arrived before Madam Ji in the blink of an eye. He lifted his left hand and grabbed Madam Ji's right hand, which was holding the hairpin. At the same time, he rammed his body into Madam Ji's chest.
Madam Ji shuddered and cracking sounds came from within her. She tumbled backwards and blood trickled out of the corners of her mouth. Shock and astonishment appeared on her face, along with a hint of terror. However, before she could retreat too far away, Su Ming activated his terrifying speed and caught up to her once again. With a sweep of his foot, he kicked Madam Ji's head.
With a bang, Madam Ji coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. Her head was twisted and her body was flung out, but Su Ming only frowned. He did not sense any aura of death from the woman's body. Instead, her life force had become even more exuberant. With a cold harrumph, Su Ming did not stop. He took a step forward and caught up to her once again. He lifted his right hand and clenched his fist in the air. Instantly, lightning swam in the sky. The instant Su Ming unfurled his right hand, bolts of lightning gathered together to turn into a ball of lightning.
Thunder rumbled in the air. The ball of lightning let out a brilliant light in Su Ming's hand, and he pushed it into the center of Madam Ji's brows.
A loud bang reverberated in the air, and Madam Ji let out a shrill scream of pain, but the slaughter had not ended. Su Ming closed in once again and lifted his left hand. Immediately, a whirlwind surrounded him, and once it closed in on Madam Ji, the whirlwind started spinning rapidly. Flesh and blood flew into the air and spilled everywhere.
Madam Ji quickly retreated. She was injured repeatedly, and just as she was about to fight back, Su Ming closed in on her and formed a seal with his right hand, pointing towards the sky. Immediately, a bell chime that shook the hearts of people suddenly came from Han Mountain Bell in the distance.
The bell chime came too suddenly, and when it fell into Madam Ji's ears, the woman could not help but slow down in her attempts to fight back. The instant her mind trembled because of the bell chime, green light shone before Su Ming, and the small virescent sword shot out. Under the control of Su Ming's divine sense, it charged towards Madam Ji's head.
In an instant, a large amount of blood gushed out. As the small sword swept through the air, a head flew into the air. It was night time at that moment, and the full moon hung high in the sky. As the head flew up, blood spilled everywhere.
However, Su Ming did not relax just because Madam Ji's head flew into the air. Instead, as the head flew out, the sense of danger instantly grew stronger. The instant his pupils shrank, he saw the headless Madam Ji lifting her right hand and grabbing the head that had been separated from her body. Madness and hatred appeared in the head's eyes as it glared at Su Ming and let out a piercing roar.
That roar turned into a wave of sound that stirred up ripples in the air. The strength of that wave of sound was like a needle stabbing into Su Ming's ears, causing them to ring. He immediately retreated, and at the same time, he drew a few circles in the air before him with his right hand.
With each circle he drew, the power of that wave of sound would decrease by a large margin. Each circle was a whirlwind, and after a few circles, when Su Ming was 300 something feet away, blood flowed out of his ears.
'Could it be that all Soul Catchers will refine themselves to become Undying?!' Su Ming's heart sank. He was not surprised that Madam Ji did not die. It was the same for the young Soul Catcher he met in the past.
Spirit Plunder would have miraculous effects on those with Undying bodies, but Madam Ji's strength was different from the young Soul Catcher's.
It was as if she was not just a Soul Catcher.
As Su Ming retreated, he lifted his right hand and seized the air in the direction of the mountain range behind him. Immediately, the three Spirit Plunders floating above the old Berserker's head, which were frozen in his cave abode, turned into three long arcs of dark light that flew out of the cave abode and charged towards Su Ming's right hand.
Yet the instant Su Ming summoned the Spirit Plunder, Madam Ji brought her head back and placed it on her neck. Her flesh and blood rapidly grew back, and in the blink of an eye, they fused together. At the same time, Madam Ji lifted her right hand, and a drop of blood appeared on her palm.
That blood did not belong to her, but to Su Ming. It was a drop of blood she had secretly taken from the blood he had coughed out previously!
At that moment, she held that drop of blood in a tight grip and ignored the three pearls that were rapidly closing in on Su Ming, causing her to feel pressured. She narrowed her eyes into slits.
"The Shaman's Lord of Nine Li, during the ninth dawn after you were born … is a wisp of your companion's power that you abandoned. This power has turned into the Barren Yin of the world and has fused into the paths of all manner of living. All spirits will live, and some will die. If they exist, then they will disappear. If they have blessings … then there will be curses!
"With my flesh and blood, with my life force, I offer up this Barren Yin of the world. With this person's blood as a guide, I will seize this person's flesh and life force. Curse!" Madam Ji's body rapidly withered away, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a corpse. She also aged in an instant. Her beautiful face turned dull, and her curvaceous body became even uglier.
With a bang in her right hand, the drop of blood that belonged to Su Ming exploded and turned into blood mist that was sucked into Madam Ji's body through her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
Killing intent appeared in Madam Ji's eyes. The Curse was an incredibly powerful Art among Soul Catchers. In fact, this Art did not even belong to the Candle Dragon. Instead, it had been researched by the Shamans who practiced Soul Catchers for several generations, and through some unique methods, they had come up with this powerful killing move together with those who practiced Spirit Mediums and Thought Soothsayers.
In fact, there were even rumors that this Art was not created by the Shaman Tribe in the beginning. Instead, it was left behind from a long time ago. There were some pictures drawn on some items that were left behind, and after some time, it was slowly developed into this Art.
This Art could be cast by Spirit Mediums and Thought Soothsayers, but only when used by Soul Catchers had the strangest and most unfathomable power! However, not everyone could cast it. Besides, the incantation for this Art was a top secret in the Shaman Tribe. Only the big tribes had records of it, and most of them were incomplete. The complete Curse only existed in the God of Shamans Temple.
Even with Ji Yun Hai's status, he could not obtain the complete Curse. He could only obtain an incomplete one. However, he had coincidentally obtained an item that was left behind from a long time ago. With his talent, he had managed to figure out the Curse, but because of it, he had also planted a seed of disaster.
As for Madam Ji's Curse, it came from her husband, Ji Yun Hai. It was a pity that with her potential, she could only master the basics of it. She could only offer the soul of Nine Li, the ancestor of the Shaman Tribe. If it was Ji Yun Hai, then he could offer a powerful existence during the time when the Shamans and Berserkers did not exist in exchange for terrifying power.
The instant the blood mist was sucked away by Madam Ji, Su Ming's body started trembling. A gigantic blood-red vortex suddenly appeared in the air above him. That vortex appeared out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, it started spinning rapidly.
As it spun, Su Ming immediately noticed that his body had been frozen and was limited to an area of ten feet. He could not leave. White mist spread out from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and was rapidly absorbed by the vortex.
His body also started withering slowly. His hair started turning gray from the roots. His flesh, his life force, his everything was continuously sucked away by the vortex at that moment.
That was not all. Su Ming also noticed that his organs were also deteriorating as if they were about to rot. In fact, even the breath he exhaled had a rotting quality to it.
Madam Ji's face was dark as she stood outside the vortex. Casting this Art was also a huge burden on her. She had already made her decision. Once she killed Su Ming, she would definitely go back and destroy Black Crane Tribe.
"Enjoy your death. Watch your flesh and blood wither away, watch your life fade away bit by bit, watch yourself turn into a corpse. This is the result of offending me!" Madam Ji's face was filled with malice and her voice was piercing. She looked hideous and dried up like bones.
"Noisy!" A freezing glare appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He might have been limited to an area of only ten feet, but he was not afraid. He had a way to leave this place. In truth, he only needed to use up the power of the God of Berserkers once, and he would be able to walk out of this place.
However, he did not do so. The power of the Curse had piqued Su Ming's interest. He lifted his head, and as his life force and his flesh and blood flowed away, his eyes sparkled as he stared at the vortex. He ignored Madam Ji and sat down cross-legged to study it.
When she saw Su Ming's arrogant actions, Madam Ji laughed coldly, and anger burned even deeper in her heart.
Time passed by. Seven breaths later, Su Ming's body had already withered away. His eyes sparkled, and he could vaguely make out something from the vortex, but he was mostly puzzled. At that moment, the moon was hanging high in the sky. A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, and he lifted his right index finger. Once he bit down on it, he rubbed it against his left eye, then his right eye.
Burning of blood!
He used the power of burning of blood in exchange for his life force so that he could have more time to study the Curse. Su Ming was incredibly interested in this strange Spell that he had used up until now.
This was not the first time he had heard about the Curse. In truth, he had heard about this mysterious Spell among the Shamans from Wu Duo. There were very few people who could master it, but this was the first time he had seen it. There was no way he would give up on this chance.
Almost the instant Su Ming used the burning of blood, a man with long hair, long white robes, and an air of elegance, who looked somewhat similar to Su Ming, was reaping a Shaman's life with a cruel smile on his lips in the midst of the small scale battle between the Shamans and Berserkers outside Sky Mist City.
"Big brother Yue Feng, once we return to the city after this battle, your rank should be among the top 60, right?" There were some Berserkers beside the man, and as they fought against each other, they laughed and spoke.
"I'm not thinking about this. It doesn't matter to me what my rank is. What I care about is the battle between us Berserkers." Yue Feng shook his head, and there was a hint of worry on his face. His words and expression immediately made the people around him feel respect for him.
Yet at that moment, Yue Feng suddenly shuddered, and for some reason, a sense of danger rose in his heart. Just as he was about to check his surroundings, his expression suddenly changed and he coughed out a huge mouthful of blood. In an instant, he looked as if he had aged by ten years.
'Su Ming! It's Su Ming! He's the one casting the Spell! 'Disbelief appeared in Yue Feng's eyes, and he was screaming madly in his heart.
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