Wind was indeed not enough!
Su Ming had mastered Sun Genesis, one of the three styles of Wind Separation, but it did not mean that he could bring out the shocking power of the Divine General of Wind Berserkers. After all, his level of cultivation was still very weak.
If this level of wind rose and fell against a normal Latter Shaman, it would not be able to shock them. It could only be used as a normal display when they fought against each other's divine abilities.
Right then, when he faced the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple, who even the Spirit of Nine Yin would be injured if he fought against him, Su Ming knew that this bit of wind … was not enough!
The main focus of Sun Genesis was the wind he sent out. The more wind he sent out, the more it would return to him. The more wind he sent out, the more it would return, and the stronger its power would be!
That was why as a glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes, he executed his extreme speed. He did not move backwards or forward, but instead charged towards the sky like a shooting star.
Since the wind created by swinging his sleeves was not enough, then Su Ming would use his own body and his fastest speed to stir up the strongest wind he could stir up at that moment!
As Su Ming charged into the sky, he traveled at a speed that no one could see with the naked eye. Violent gusts of wind blew against him, and as he became faster and faster, the instant he charged into the sky, the violent gust of wind he had stirred up blew into the sky with a bang.
With that, he completed his Sun Genesis Wind Delivery!
The violent gust of wind swept in all directions. The instant it rushed into the sky, the sea of clouds roared and spread outwards violently. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to a thousand lis from its previous area of several hundreds of lis!
The sea of clouds in the sky within a circular area of a thousand lis turned into a gigantic vortex, and it was spinning with loud rumbling sounds. All of this happened in an instant. When Su Ming clenched his fist once again in the sky, a thunderous roar rang out.
A scene that all those who witnessed it would find hard to forget appeared in the sky!
The sea of clouds in a circular area of a thousand lis charged towards Su Ming's right fist from all directions, as if time was flowing in reverse. In the span of a breath, once Su Ming clenched his fist, the clouds gathered in his fist, as if he was holding the vortex of wind and clouds in the sky just now in his palm!
There was no longer a single hint of wind or cloud in the clear blue sky within a thousand lis. This was the second important aspect of Sun Genesis – Wind Borrowing!
A chilling glare appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He clenched his right fist and hurled it towards the old man from the God of Shamans Temple beneath him!
That punch did not seem to contain much strength, but it stirred up an indescribable gust of wind, and it erupted forth with a bang from Su Ming's fist!
The wind let out sharp whistles and whimpers, like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves. Anyone who heard it would inevitably be frightened! It was as if a shocking thunder had set off in the quiet dawn, as if a storm had broken out on the calm surface of the sea, as if a deafening sound had been heard on the flat ground!
As Su Ming hurled his fist forward, a wind dragon manifested as it charged towards the old man from the God of Shamans Temple. That wind dragon was several thousands of feet long and looked incredibly ferocious. Most of its body was transparent, and the whimpers were its roars. The piercing whistles were its roars!
"Sun Genesis!" Su Ming mumbled. The wind dragon closed in on the old man from the God of Shamans Temple in the span of a breath. The old man's expression was incredibly grave, and as his white hair danced in the air, a bump appeared on his neck. That bump grew rapidly like a tumor, and the instant the wind dragon closed in on him, the tumor split open, and a head appeared within.
That old man looked incredibly terrifying at that moment. He had two heads, and the new head belonged to a teenager, but there was a ferocious look on his face. The instant that head appeared, the old man seized the air with his right hand, and immediately, two gigantic conch horns appeared in his hands.
He held one in each hand and placed it in his mouth. Immediately, a series of shocking whimpers rose into the air. As those sounds echoed, the space before him distorted, and as shrill screams rang out, the distortions shattered, and an innumerable amount of vengeful souls rushed out from the cracks in the air. From the distance, it looked like a long black arc filled with vengeful souls charging towards the wind dragon.
Booming sounds reverberated in all directions. The wind dragon crumbled, but most of the resentful long arc from the old man from the God of Shamans Temple had also dissipated. Only a large amount of it remained, and once it broke through the wind dragon, it charged towards Su Ming.
Yet even though it might seem that way, in truth, the moment the wind dragon crumbled, the old man's face had also turned pale for a brief moment. However, he soon recovered, and it was difficult for anyone to see it.
At that moment, he was incredibly shocked. After all, the difference between his and Su Ming's level of cultivation was incredibly great, yet even with this sort of difference, the wind dragon had still caused the old man's Qi to freeze for a moment and show signs of flowing backwards. It was enough to tell just how powerful that Art was and how extraordinary it was.
Su Ming coughed out a mouthful of blood and took a few continuous steps backwards. Han Mountain Bell manifested with a bang, and as bell chimes reverberated in the air, Su Ming formed a seal with his hands and pointed at the bell. Immediately, the bell shone, and the illusion of the Nine-Headed Dragon manifested in the sky. A glint appeared in the eyes of the sixth head, and it sucked in a deep breath towards the long river of vengeful souls.
With that one breath, the long arc of vengeful souls charging towards Su Ming changed its direction and was devoured by the sixth head on Han Mountain Bell.
"I was going to spare your life because of the others, but since you don't know what's good for you, then let me send you to hell!" The Grand Elder's face was incredibly dark.
While the two of them were fighting at that moment, almost all the people in the area did not notice that the mark of the dragon on the arm of Autumn Sea Tribe's Sacred Lady, Wan Qiu, was flashing outside a hall in the distance.
The instant the old man from the God of Shamans Temple spoke, five lumps of flesh appeared on his neck. Once they appeared, they shattered at the same time, and five different heads crawled out from within!
Because of that, the old man from the God of Shamans Temple looked like a monster. However, as the five heads appeared, a shocking presence abruptly appeared on his body.
There were seven heads on his body at that moment, and they belonged to men, women, the elderly, and the young. All of them had forlorn expressions on their faces, and they let out ferocious roars at Su Ming, causing the old man to look just like the Malevolent Soul he had summoned in the beginning.
"Ultimate Spirit Medium Art, Mark of Heaven Seal!" The old man from the God of Shamans Temple had an endless amount of bumps twisting and rising on his body, causing him to look incredibly terrifying. At the same time, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the Spirit of Nine Yin.
Not a single ripple of divine ability could be seen from that one finger. The only thing that could be heard was the old man's other six heads roaring at the same time, and there seemed to be some sort of incantation contained within those roars!
"Spirit Medium Tribe's Eternal Seal!" The Spirit of Nine Yin's expression changed drastically. He swiftly lifted his hands and struck his body a few times. Every single time he did so, a large amount of growth rings would appear on his gigantic body, and an innumerable amount of growth rings would also appear around him, as if he was fighting against something. At the same time, he took a huge step forward and charged towards the old man.
"Seal!" The old man from the God of Shamans Temple laughed coldly. As he let out a low growl, his three heads instantly withered and shrank. The instant they disappeared without a trace, a screen of light instantly appeared around the Spirit of Nine Yin. That screen of light shone and turned into a gigantic seal.
A pained expression immediately appeared on the face of the burly man who was sealed inside.
At the same time, the old man pointed towards Su Ming's clone. The clone's shadow swiftly disappeared, but the instant it disappeared, it was forced out from the air. Pain also appeared on its face. The screen of light appeared around its body and turned into a seal!
Even Su Ming's Poison Corpse could not change this fate. The instant the old man pointed towards it, the seal around its body flashed and it was forcefully sealed in midair.
This was an incredibly domineering divine ability that did not allow any form of resistance or struggle. Once he finished doing all this, the six heads on the old man's body disappeared without a trace. He glared at Su Ming, and killing intent appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant. He walked towards Su Ming.
"You no longer have your Protector Spirit of Nine Yin, you no longer have your two puppets, and you're the only one left. Then … I will make you die slowly …"
Su Ming's expression was calm as he looked at the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple walking towards him. He had completely lost this battle. Even the Spirit of Nine Yin had been sealed by the old man who was already half a step into the End Realm with that unfathomable divine ability.
Su Ming let out a soft sigh.
"If you're strong, then you can prey on the weak …
"If you're strong, then you can replace everything with your own will …
"If you're strong, then you can snatch other people's things as you please …
"If you're strong, then you can decide whether others live or die …
"If that's the case, then if the power I show is stronger than yours, then I can use the law of the jungle against you. I can have my will replace your soul, and I can also decide your life and death …" Su Ming looked at the old man walking towards him.
"That's right. If you have the power of an End Shaman, then forget taking away that Crimson Stone, even if you do something even more serious, you can do as you please." The old man from the God of Shamans Temple walked towards him. As he spoke in a dark voice, he was already less than hundreds of feet away from Su Ming. With a cold harrumph, he swung his arm and lifted his right hand to seize the air in Su Ming's direction!
"This farce is over!"
"It's over … Ze Long Shen …" Su Ming's gaze fell on the mark on his left hand. That mark did not look like the mark of a Spirit of Nine Yin. It was incredibly indistinct, but Su Ming could still feel its existence.
The instant Ze Long Shen's name appeared, the hand from the old man from the God of Shamans Temple was already less than thirty feet away from Su Ming. Yet at that moment, the air before Su Ming suddenly distorted, and a finger stretched out from within. That finger appeared out of nowhere and tapped the old man's palm.
With that one finger, the old man from the God of Shamans Temple let out a shrill scream of pain. His entire right arm crumbled with a bang, and his body tumbled backwards swiftly with shock and disbelief on his face.
At the same time, a furious dragon roar came from Wan Qiu's body from Autumn Sea Tribe in the distance. The appearance of that dragon roar stunned even Wan Qiu. Soon after, the mark of the dragon on her arm shone with a red light that surged into the sky and turned into a gigantic crimson dragon. That crimson dragon roared. Its body was so huge that once it appeared, its head curled up, and it appeared … right under Su Ming's feet!
At that moment, Su Ming stood there as if he was standing on the crimson dragon's body. His long hair danced in the air, and his black robes made him look incomparable!
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