To the north of Eastern Wastelands was a land surrounded by basins. Few people could be seen in the sky. This boundless circular area had been turned into the territory of All Entities Clan, and outsiders were forbidden from taking even half a step into this place.
All Entities Clan was one of the four great sects formed by the twelve tribes of Eastern Wastelands working together ten thousand years ago. It possessed an incredibly great amount of power, and there were even Berserkers who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm serving as garrison in the sect, causing All Entities Clan's reputation to spread far and wide in Eastern Wastelands!
At that moment, there was an innumerable amount of exquisite towers surrounding one of the numerous basins on the ground. There was also black smoke rising into the air, and within the depths of the black smoke, a black hall could be seen on the ground.
The hall looked as if it was burning, causing the black smoke to rise into the air. That black smoke was also the only one in this boundless area! It was the symbol of the spirit of All Entities Clan, and it was the most distinct sight that could intimidate those from the other sects!
In Eastern Wastelands, only those who had attained great completion in the Berserker Soul Realm could gather up this sort of rolling smoke and use this method to intimidate everyone!
At that moment, there was an old man in black robes sitting cross-legged in the hall within the depths of the black smoke. That old man's hair was a mess, and there was a Berserker Mark in the shape of a scorpion on his face. That scorpion shone with a dark light, causing the old man to look even more bizarre and mysterious.
A powerful wave of ripples reverberated around his body. The area around him was empty, and there was only a middle-aged man kneeling respectfully one hundred something feet away from him.
Yet at that moment, the old man's right hand crumbled with a bang. As it turned into a bloody mess, the five fingers on his left hand shattered at the same time.
This sudden scene caused the middle-aged man to immediately lift his head. His face was filled with shock and shock, along with fear and panic. He did not know what had happened. He had only received Mo Luo's call for help, which was why he had immediately greeted the Great Sect Elder and begged him to take action.
However, once the Great Sect Elder cast his Art, this sort of thing happened, and there was no way that he would not be shocked.
"Great Sect Elder …" Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the old man with the scorpion Berserker Mark on his face opened his eyes. A brilliant light shone in his eyes, and at the same time, the middle-aged man sensed, to his shock, a presence that terrified him suddenly appearing in the hall!
That aura did not belong to the old man, but … an illusory shadow of a spear in the air above the hall. That shadow flashed and charged towards the old man. At the instant it closed in, the old man bit the tip of his tongue and coughed out a mouthful of blood. Shockingly, that blood gathered together to form a human face that charged towards the long spear.
Rumbling sounds echoed in the main hall. The resulting shockwave caused the middle-aged man to stagger backward. He even coughed up a mouthful of blood. The fear on his face grew even stronger. He could vaguely guess what had happened, but he didn't dare to believe it!
'That's impossible. With the Great Sect Elder's level of cultivation, how … how could he be injured, and the enemy's presence still managed to catch up to him? How … How is this possible? The Great Sect Elder went to save Mo Luo, but Mo Luo is in the sea, and he's facing South Morning. Could it be … that Mo Luo ran into the three great Berserkers of South Morning?!
'But even if it's the three great Berserkers, the Great Sect Elder wouldn't do this!' As the middle-aged man's heart trembled in shock, the black smoke rising into the air outside the hall was cut off for an instant. It might have recovered quickly and there might not be many people who saw it, but this scene was enough to tell just how shocked the Great Sect Elder was when he faced Su Ming's spear.
Once the rumbling sound faded away, the illusory shadow of the long spear disappeared. The Great Sect Elder's mangled hands regrew in a bizarre manner, and by the looks of it, he would be able to recover completely before long.
The middle-aged man's heart raced against his chest. Just as he was about to speak, his voice was cut off once again. The old man sitting on the ground lifted his head swiftly and looked towards the sky.
"Who are you?!" There was anger in his voice, but there was also … a hint of wariness!
"Su Ming of South Morning!" The instant the Great Sect Elder spoke, the middle-aged man shuddered and lifted his head swiftly. He heard a voice that seemed to have cut off time and space from the empty space around him.
That voice was aloof and had a hint of youthfulness to it, but the instant it fell into the middle-aged man's ears, he remembered it deeply.
The Great Sect Elder of All Entities Clan, the old man sitting on the ground, had an incredibly dark expression on his face. He did not look at his recovering arms. Instead, his eyes sparkled. He knew that he had underestimated his enemy. He did not expect that the person who made Mo Luo seek help would possess the presence of Life Cultivation that made him terrified!
"Life Cultivation … Is there truly someone in this world who has stepped into that state..? Su Ming, Su Ming …"
After a long while, the middle-aged man lifted his head while trembling and looked at the old man. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke respectfully.
"Progenitor …"
"Don't bother with Mo Luo. Make the arrangements. From now on, all the disciples of All Entities Clan are not allowed to take even half a step into the Land of South Morning!"
…..
Su Ming had already changed from Destiny on Scour Sieve Island. He stood there, still wearing the Undertaker of Evil's Armor, but the presence around his body was no longer as strong as before. Yet even so, once he executed that strongest spear strike, Su Ming seemed to have gained an epiphany.
He had a vague feeling that he had grasped something, but it was indistinct and not clear. It was as if there was an endless amount of fog that covered the path before him.
However, he believed that one day, when he reached the Berserker Soul Realm, he would be able to dispel the fog that covered the path before him with a wave of his hand!
His gaze fell coldly on Mo Luo, who only had a small portion of his body left on the ground not too far away. At that moment, Mo Luo did not have much life left, but he did not want to die. He was afraid of death, afraid that he would be wiped off the face of the earth.
He was even more afraid of Su Ming. His fear towards Su Ming had already reached the peak of his life. He had seen with his own eyes that even the Great Sect Elder could not fight against that spear strike, so what right did he have to fight against it?!
When he saw Su Ming's gaze falling on him, despair appeared in his eyes.
Su Ming walked towards Mo Luo. At that moment, Scour Sieve Island was filled with dead silence. Everyone had died, and the island was filled with a thick stench of blood that would make anyone who smelled it feel nauseous.
"You … You …" Mo Luo trembled as he watched Su Ming walking towards him. With each step he took, it was as if his life force was being extinguished, causing him to descend into madness in the midst of endless fear.
"It's useless even if you kill me. I'm a member of All Entities Clan. I came here because of All Entities Clan's arrangements. You … Black Sparrow! Sir Black Sparrow, save me! Sir Black Sparrow!" In the midst of his fear and madness, a brilliant light suddenly appeared in Mo Luo's eyes. He remembered that he still had an Art to protect his life!
That was Black Sparrow, the Lord Black Sparrow who had made him tremble in fear just by sensing his presence. He did not dare attack and had instead worshiped him respectfully!
That presence not only made him terrified, Bao Shan was also shocked when he sensed it!
When he thought of Black Sparrow, hope reappeared in Mo Luo's despairing heart. He had no doubt that if Sir Black Sparrow attacked, then this person before him would definitely die. There was no way he could survive.
Yet even as he roared, not a single reply came from the island. Su Ming did not stop either. He had already arrived several dozens of feet away from Mo Luo.
"Sir Black Sparrow!" Mo Luo looked as if he had seized the last ray of hope in his life. When he saw that Su Ming was getting closer, he gathered what little power he had in his body, and once he flew up, he rammed his head against the ground.
The instant his head crashed into the ground, cracking sounds immediately reverberated in the air. Cracks instantly appeared on the ground, and once they connected together, they turned into a gigantic ravine that tore through the ground of the island.
The instant the crack was torn open, an incredibly powerful presence that far surpassed that of Life Cultivation erupted from within the crack on the ground.
The strength of that presence caused the weather to change, and the countless ferocious beasts wandering around the island to let out pained howls as they trembled and fled.
An old voice reverberated in the air with a bang in the midst of that presence.
"Who is it?!
"Who is it that interrupted my training?!
"Who is it that has the guts to disturb my training?!"
That voice was like a thunderclap. As it reverberated in the air, Mo Luo's expression turned incredibly respectful, and there was even a zealous look on his face as he quickly started shouting.
"Sir Mo Que, it's me! Sir Mo Que, please execute this person! Once I'm done, I will definitely give you several times the amount of offerings! "Mo Luo was overjoyed. He believed that as long as Mo Que woke up, he would be safe!
It was especially so when he remembered how he got to know Mo Que. He became even more excited. He had never sensed such a powerful presence before. Under that presence, he saw Mo Que's true form and the divine abilities he displayed. He might not have attacked, but that presence was something he would never forget.
After spending a lot of effort, he finally managed to invite Mo Que back to Scour Sieve Island to worship him from then on. He would do his best to fulfill all of Mo Que's requests, and he even had the intention to get into his good books. At that moment, his heart relaxed, and a smile appeared on his lips. When he looked at Su Ming, killing intent appeared once again in his eyes.
"It's not that easy to kill me, Mo Luo. So what if your level of cultivation is high? Do you think you can win against Sir Mo Que?!" Mo Luo laughed coldly. He could already imagine what would happen next. Sir Mo Que would definitely appear and end the battle in an instant. Once he killed Su Ming, even though all the people on the island would have died, Mo Luo believed that as long as he calmed himself down and healed his wounds, he would be able to restore Scour Sieve Island to its former glory!
'At that time, I will kill all the people of South Morning and make them remember my name. I will also let them know that all of this is because of a person called Su Ming!
'In fact, I will even investigate all the people who know Su Ming. I will make all the men and women who know him die a horrible death. It'd be even better if I can run into his practice partner. I will return all the humiliation I suffered today a hundred fold!' In the midst of his excitement, Mo Luo's gaze as he looked at Su Ming became even colder.
Su Ming's footsteps came to a halt and he looked at the crack coldly. He could hear the old voice coming from within the crack. That powerful presence could intimidate all people, and even Su Ming had frowned in the beginning.
Yet soon, a strange expression appeared on his face under the Undertaker of Evil's Armor, but no one could see it.
"Sir Mo Que, please attack!" Mo Luo spoke excitedly once again.
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