The whiskers on the crimson dragon's gigantic head danced in the air along with Su Ming's long hair. Its crimson body and ferocious eyes caused Su Ming to instantly fall into a state of dead silence, and because of him, all the people on the ground and all the people in all directions fell into a state of dead silence.
A powerful pressure spread out from the crimson dragon's body. As the crimson dragon roared, the pressure formed by its gigantic body caused everyone's breathing to freeze.
Autumn Sea Tribe's Wan Qiu was stunned. She knew clearly in her heart that she did not summon that powerful crimson dragon. Instead, that crimson dragon had flown out on its own!
As she looked at the crimson dragon roaring, at it obediently floating under Mo Su's feet, at the calm look in Mo Su's eyes under the mask, all the doubts and guesses in Wan Qiu's heart immediately became clear!
Tian Lan Meng stared at Su Ming with a dumbfounded expression. As she watched him standing on the crimson dragon that had made her heart sink, her mind went blank. Behind her, Sky Mist's ancestor's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was the same for Tie Mu. He sucked in a sharp breath and looked at Su Ming and the crimson dragon under him. He also saw the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple falling back with a shrill cry, his right arm shattered, and his face filled with shock. In fact, even with his level of cultivation, he did not manage to see how this had happened.
The shock in his heart was as if a huge wave had been stirred up in the sky. He suddenly felt that he could no longer see through this Mo Su, especially when he remembered the battle between the two of them a month ago. He felt rather fortunate that he did not insist on fighting to the death.
Or else …
There was a hint of wariness in Tie Mu's gaze as he looked at Su Ming, along with a hint of respect.
Nan Gong Hen was at a loss as he stood among the crowd on the ground. Things had changed too quickly, to the point that he could not react to it in time. As he looked at the crimson dragon and Su Ming standing on it, Nan Gong Hen could not tell whether all of this was an illusion or real.
If it was real, he would find it hard to believe. If it was just an illusion, the Sorcerer God's Temple Elder's bloodied right arm, his pale face, and his shocked expression were so real …
It was especially so at the instant the crimson dragon appeared and arrived under Su Ming's feet with a roar. Nan Gong Hen looked at Su Ming, and the scene before his eyes overlapped with some of the rumors he had heard in the past. Su Ming's back was vaguely similar to a figure he had once seen.
His breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes were filled with excitement amidst the confusion.
In the distant corner of the crowd, there was one particular gaze that was filled with intense hatred. The person who sent that gaze was a woman, a woman whose expression was as cold as ice!
'It's really you … But the current you is much weaker than before …' Nan Gong Shan clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, but she knew that even if this person was weaker than he was in the past, he was still not someone she could fight against. It was especially so when he used some unknown divine ability just now to shatter the right arm of the God of Shamans Temple Elder, who was already halfway to becoming an End Shaman. Only End Shamans could do this.
Su Ming lowered his head in the sky. An ancient voice echoed in his ears. No one else could hear that voice, only he could hear it.
"You have two more chances, and you will have to give me one Spirit Plunder … If you want to kill, then for each person you kill, you will have to give me one Spirit Plunder …" With a calm expression, Su Ming cast a glance at the crimson dragon under his feet. He was familiar with this dragon. In Hong Luo's memories, he had created this dragon with earthen aura and given it life. Later on, since Hong Luo wanted to leave this world, he could not take it with him, which was why he gave it to Wan Qiu …
Su Ming was not too surprised by its appearance. In truth, when he was fighting against the God of Shamans Temple Elder, he had already sensed the crimson dragon's enraged roars coming from Autumn Sea Tribe.
It was created by Hong Luo, and Hong Luo was sealed in Su Ming's body. He might have died, but under the path of rebirth, it was the same as him giving his legacy to Su Ming. That was why the crimson dragon felt that even though Su Ming was not its master, Hong Luo … he was almost the same as its master.
When it sensed that Su Ming was in danger, it broke through the seal and revealed its true form in the world.
Su Ming averted his gaze from the crimson dragon and looked towards the God of Shamans Temple Elder standing a thousand feet away from him. At that moment, his face was stark pale and filled with shock and fear.
During the shocking attack between the two of them just now, Su Ming had summoned the old End Shaman from the fifth layer. This powerful Shaman who could fight against End Shamans had only used one finger to force the God of Shamans Temple Elder back, and his right arm had been crushed, and his flesh and blood had spilled all over the place!
The appearance of that finger had stirred up distortions in the area. That was why besides Su Ming and the God of Shamans Temple Elder, no one else could see what had happened in detail. They only saw Su Ming mumbling one sentence, and the God of Shamans Temple Elder who was trying to grab him let out a shrill scream of pain. As his right arm exploded, he tumbled backwards in fear.
Due to the unknown, due to the mystery, due to the crimson dragon's roar, Su Ming gave off a feeling that he was like an abyss that they could not see through. That was why in almost everyone's eyes, Su Ming was filled with an intimidating presence.
"Right now, I am stronger than you." Su Ming lifted his head and looked at the pale God of Shamans Temple Elder before he spoke calmly.
The old man's expression changed. His heart was still trembling. During that instant just now, he had felt a strong sense of death looming over him. It was fortunate that that finger had landed on his palm. If it had landed on the center of his brows, then he believed that he would have definitely died, and even his soul would not have been able to escape.
Because that finger … was simply too terrifying!
"Do you still want to snatch my Crimson Stone?" Su Ming asked unhurriedly.
"Sir, just who are you?!" The God of Shamans Temple Elder's face changed between red and green. As he looked at Su Ming, he sucked in a deep breath and forced down the fear and shock in his heart. He ignored his muddled right arm and spoke in a low voice.
"Mo Su." There was not a hint of change on Su Ming's face. At that moment, the silence of the people around him and the gazes gathered on him allowed him to see the various expressions on the people's faces as the matter progressed.
"I was reckless in what happened today, this …" The Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple opened his mouth with great difficulty. He sounded very shaky when he said those words, because he could not remember the last time he said something like that.
"Reckless?" A freezing glare shone in Su Ming's eyes. He stepped lightly on the crimson dragon beneath him with his right foot and sent a divine thought into it. This was the first time he controlled the crimson dragon, and he was a little unfamiliar with it. However, in his memories, Hong Luo had sent a divine thought into the crimson dragon to carry out his orders.
"You dare to snatch my stone so brazenly just because you're reckless?" The instant Su Ming sent his divine thought into it, the gigantic crimson dragon let out an even stronger roar. With a sweep of its tail, it charged towards the place and swept past the Spirit of Nine Yin, Su Ming's clone, and the Poison Corpse puppet.
Its strength was used in an ingenious manner. Once it swept past them, it only caused the seals on their bodies to tremble violently and shatter. They were not injured because of it.
"You dare to use your power to decide my life and death just because you're reckless?" Booming sounds reverberated in the air as Su Ming spoke, and as if they had fused together, it was as if Su Ming's voice had turned into thunder. As those booming sounds reverberated in the air, the Spirit of Nine Yin regained his mobility and took a huge step forward. Once he arrived beside Su Ming, shock appeared in his eyes as he looked at Su Ming.
He was not shocked because the old man from his tribe had attacked, but because of the crimson dragon beneath Su Ming. That crimson dragon gave him a feeling that it was incredibly powerful, and that strength had even surpassed his current Realm.
Su Ming's clone warped and stood behind Su Ming. The Poison Corpse also moved in a flash and appeared beside Su Ming.
"Since I'm reckless, then I'll also be reckless for once today." Su Ming lifted his right hand and pointed at the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple. With it, the crimson dragon charged out with a roar, bringing Su Ming with it towards the old man at an incredible speed.
The old man's expression instantly changed drastically. He wanted to explain himself, but he did not have the time to do so. He quickly retreated, but no matter how fast he was, he could not outrun the crimson dragon. In an instant, the God of Shamans Temple Elder was struck by a huge force, and his robes fluttered.
Yet at that moment, a barely discernible sigh reverberated in the air. At the same time, a piercing light suddenly appeared in the area right before the crimson dragon and the God of Shamans Temple Elder. There was only a hundred feet between the man and the dragon, and a person walked out from that light.
That person's face and age could not be seen. Once he appeared, he lifted his right hand, and the piercing light around his body instantly gathered on his right hand as if it was flowing backwards, making it seem as if he was holding a sun in his right hand, causing the world that was in the midst of dawn to instantly turn as bright as day.
The person's right hand might have seemed slow, but in truth, it was pressing down on the crimson dragon at an incredible speed.
The crimson dragon roared and red light shone on its entire body. It crashed into the person's right hand, and loud booming sounds reverberated in all directions. As the sound shook the world, Su Ming shuddered, and the crimson dragon under his feet was forced to stop on the spot.
However, it was clear that the person had used his full strength in that strike just now. He might have made the crimson dragon stop, but he staggered a few steps backwards. The light around his body disappeared, and he turned into a middle-aged man with a pale face. The most distinct characteristic of that man was his long and narrow eyes, which looked like the eyes of a phoenix.
"Brother Mo, could you please attack for now and let me say something?" The middle-aged man smiled wryly and spoke in a low voice.
Once he appeared, the Grand Elder of the God of Shamans Temple let out a huge sigh of relief in his heart. With a respectful look on his face, he bowed towards the person.
"Greetings, Temple Lord of the Earth Temple."
"Brother Mo, I might have only learned of your great name today, but your form has made me admire you for a long time … You challenged the powerful warriors of the Shaman Tribe, sealed our sect, and sealed the ocean, causing all of us in the Shaman Tribe to know you … It's a pity that you never appeared again after that … It's my honor to be able to meet you today." The middle-aged man looked at Su Ming and wrapped his fist in his palm with a smile.
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