"What?! How dare you not let us go?! " The Golden Thread Sacred Bat turned around swiftly and glared at Su Ming from midair. His voice was ghastly and slightly piercing.
"This is the Nine Sacred World, and we Sacred Bats are one of the sacred tribes. Do you really want to be exterminated with just a few hundred puny Shamans?! "And you, even if you have extraordinary power, you will definitely die if you provoke us Sacred Bats!" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat's voice was dark, but in Su Ming's eyes, he could tell with just one glance that he was just putting up a strong front.
As the Golden Thread Sacred Bat spoke in a shrill voice, the Sacred Bats around him turned ferocious once again. Their eyes turned bloodshot as they glared at Su Ming. They might be terrified, but they had no choice but to put on that look.
Nan Gong Hen hesitated for a moment before he whispered to Su Ming, "Senior … Senior Mo, let them go …"
Su Ming cast a glance at Nan Gong Hen. Since the people in this place did not want to kill too much, then as an outsider, Su Ming would naturally not get too involved. Once he obtained the information he wanted to know, Su Ming still had things he needed to do. He would not stay in this place for long.
"At least you Shamans know your place!" The Golden Thread Sacred Bat let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but he still let out a cold harrumph. He was certain that the Shamans would not dare provoke the Sacred Bats too much, but he was still worried about Su Ming, who was incredibly terrifying in his eyes. He was just about to leave.
Yet at that moment, the originally unconscious Tie Mu who was being supported by his tribesmen struggled to open his eyes and spoke hoarsely to Su Ming.
"Don't let them go! We can't just let off those who killed our tribesmen! If you hadn't come today, our tribe would have been destroyed, our entire tribe would have died … We must take revenge for this! "
"But …" Nan Gong Hen hesitated for a moment.
"But what?! If we let them go, will they thank us? They won't come again! They won't treat us as prey to hunt! Nan Gong Hen, you fool!
"Brother Mo, I beg of you, please attack and kill all of these Sacred Bats without sparing a single one of them!" Tie Mu struggled to speak. He was so excited and enraged that he coughed up a huge mouthful of blood. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to stay conscious. Panting, his already aged face grew even older, making him look like an oil lamp that could go out at any moment.
"As long as Brother Mo is willing to help us, we will comply with all of your requests. We can even recognize Brother Mo as our master!!" Tie Mu's face was slightly flushed at this moment. It was clear that this was the final radiance of a dying lamp.
The expression of the Golden Thread Sacred Bat in the sky changed drastically at that moment. Without any hesitation, he charged forward, not even bothering with his tribe members around him.
"As you wish, but you don't have to recognize me as your master." Su Ming cast Tie Mu a glance. The things that had happened between him and this old man in the past rose in his heart. These memories were originally rather indistinct, but at that moment, they gradually became clear.
The old man was already on the verge of death and would not be able to live for much longer. Even if there were spirit cores and miraculous medicines, it would still be difficult for them to keep him alive, unless they were like Su Ming and had the serendipity of the Candle Dragon.
Su Ming sighed. When he averted his gaze, he looked at the valley around him, then lifted his right hand and seized at the air. Immediately, the Fiend Bow in the hands of a Battle Shaman standing outside a cave abode in the valley flew out, and Su Ming grabbed it.
With the black Fiend Bow in hand, Su Ming took a step into midair. As he stood in the sky, he looked at the hundreds of Sacred Bats that were spreading out and fleeing in all directions. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he held the bow in his left hand while he pulled the bowstring with his right. With a hum, he drew the Fiend Bow that only Battle Shamans could draw.
As the bow was drawn, wisps of golden light spread out from Su Ming's body and gathered together to turn into a golden arrow. The instant Su Ming let go of the bowstring with his right hand, the golden light whistled through the air and stirred up a shocking wave of ripples. As if it was slicing through the sky, it charged into the distance. With a loud bang, a few Sacred Bats were pierced through by the arrow, and they collapsed and died.
Su Ming did not stop. He drew the Fiend Bow once again, and it caught the attention of the people around him. It was especially so for the Battle Shamans, whose eyes were filled with zealousness.
After all, the Shamans could only draw the Fiend Bow once. If they wanted to draw it a second time within a short period of time, then the price they would have to pay would be incredibly devastating.
However, Su Ming had drawn it twice in a row, and he did not stop for even a single moment. It was a telling sign that the strength of his physical body had already surpassed those Battle Shamans by leaps and bounds.
The second arrow, the third arrow, the fourth arrow, the fifth arrow …
Su Ming stood there and drew the bow again and again. He was so quick that in the end, he drew the bowstring once again the moment he let go of it. Buzzing sounds whistled through the air, the world rumbled, and a large amount of ripples charged through the sky.
Each time he shot an arrow, it would stir up a loud bang, and several Sacred Bats would scream in pain as they died. No matter how fast they ran, no matter how far they were, those arrows would still take their lives, and with a shocking presence, they destroyed one life after another.
During the span of thirty breaths, Su Ming had shot a total of ninety something arrows, causing the sky to distort and the lingering booms to overlap with each other. It was deafening, and it also made the Sacred Bats who had fled into the distance tremble in fear, as if they were scared out of their wits. To them, during the span of thirty breaths, they felt as if they had fallen into hell, as if they had turned into prey!
Every single time they heard a whistling sound behind them, a fellow Sacred Bat would die shrilly, and every single time that buzzing sound reverberated in the air, it might very well be the last sound they would ever hear in their lives.
This extreme terror was enough to make a person's mind completely break down. During the span of thirty breaths, there were less than twenty of them left from the hundreds of them who had fled!
This terror caused the remaining Sacred Bats to let out piercing screams of terror as they trembled. Disregarding everything else, they executed their fastest speed and fled madly.
When Su Ming drew the Fiend Bow once again, the bow snapped with a bang. The Fiend Bow was unable to withstand Su Ming's continuous use and shattered.
The Shamans who were looking at Su Ming were all dumbfounded. They knew very well just how powerful the Fiend Bow was, but the more they knew about it, the more shocked they became by what they saw.
It was especially so for the Battle Shamans. Their faces were completely dumbfounded. They could not imagine just what sort of power would be needed to make the Fiend Bow shatter because it could not withstand the power.
Su Ming threw away the shattered Fiend Bow and took a step forward. With just one step, his body disappeared in the span of a breath. This sort of disappearing was not because he was moving too quickly that no one could see him clearly, but because he had truly disappeared. This was … warping!
At the instant Su Ming disappeared, he appeared in the world in the distance, right before a Sacred Bat. That Sacred Bat did not notice Su Ming's arrival at all. In fact, before Su Ming's figure could even be reflected in his pupils, he had already left.
At the same time he left, the Sacred Bat charged several dozens of feet forward. His mouth fell wide open, and as bewilderment appeared on his face, a bloody hole appeared at the center of his brows, and his body plummeted to the ground.
The same thing happened one after another in the sky. Most of the Sacred Bats who had spread out were in the same situation. Before they could even notice what was happening, their lives had already been taken away.
One of the Violet Thread Sacred Bats might have noticed Su Ming's appearance, but he could not avoid the finger Su Ming had pointed at him with an aloof expression.
That one finger was like the laws of the world to the Violet Thread Sacred Bat. When it appeared, it gave him a feeling that he could not shake off his fate. As his vision turned black, his head exploded with a bang.
Su Ming pulled his finger back. That one finger had no name. It was a killing intent he had honed after going through an endless amount of reincarnations in the Undying and Imperishable World and experiencing an endless amount of time.
That one finger contained the fusion of the Undying and Imperishable World. It might not be Su Ming's past and future, but it contained a positive and negative aspect!
At that moment, there were only two Sacred Bats who were still madly fleeing in the world. One of them was the Golden Thread Sacred Bat, and the other was a Violet Thread Sacred Bat who had cast some unknown Secret Art while he was injured and was fleeing at a speed that was comparable to the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's.
These two people were running in two completely different directions. The distance between them was incredibly great, and when Su Ming looked at them, only a small dot remained, but it was becoming increasingly indistinct.
With a calm expression, Su Ming lowered his head and cast a glance at the small snake that had its head lifted on his shoulder. He pointed at the Violet Thread Sacred Bat in the distance, and the small snake immediately hissed and shot out like a bolt of lightning, charging towards the Violet Thread Sacred Bat with an unbelievable speed.
As for Su Ming, he looked at the Golden Thread Sacred Bat, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. In truth, if Tie Mu had not woken up, then even if Nan Gong Hen had not suggested that they kill all the Sacred Bats, Su Ming would still have chased after them in secret.
'These Sacred Bats look incredibly similar to the Wings of the Moon … Could it be that there's some sort of connection between them? And when I was in the Candle Dragon's body, I saw the person saying the words of the third God of Berserkers before he died … The Wings of the Moon were transformed from the Fire Berserkers, and in my memories, the Fire Berserkers were destroyed by the God of Berserkers.
'I wonder if there's some sort of connection between them.' A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes and he disappeared from the spot.
The Golden Thread Sacred Bat's face was dark as he stood in the sky. Terror and wariness appeared in his eyes. He could sense that all his tribe members had died, and once again, he had a strong sense of just how terrifying that person called Mo Su was.
"Damn it, why did I encounter such a terrifying existence? His physical strength is actually able to withstand the attacks of more than ten purple threads. This level of strength is far beyond what I can endure!
Even the elders of the clan would find it difficult to do this! Just what sort of cultivation method is he practicing? How could he possibly do this?!
"His name is Mo Su. Judging by the Shamans' expressions, this person was someone they were familiar with, but most of the Shamans' expressions were filled with shock. This person should not have been this strong in their memories. Just what sort of serendipity did he obtain in the Nine Sacred World that made him so terrifying?!
'The tenth moon, could it be …' The Golden Thread Sacred Bat sucked in a sharp breath and thought of a possibility. In his head, he remembered that a crack had appeared in the tenth moon in the sky a month ago, and by the looks of it, it looked as if someone had torn that crack open from within.
When he thought of this, the Golden Thread Sacred Bat's expression changed drastically.
'There's a miscalculation. It's not five chapters, it's six chapters. This chapter should be sixteen chapters. 'How sad … Please give me a consolation vote. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com and vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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