"Sir, just who are you?!" The old End Shaman whose face was covered in brown spots coughed up blood and asked loudly as he retreated. His eyes were filled with red, and the shock in his heart could no longer be described.
'He managed to force all four of us back with just that mighty pressure, and our Qi tumbled about and we were injured. We can't even attack. Just … Just what level of cultivation does he have?! '
As the other three people's faces turned pale, the same thought rose in their hearts. In their eyes, the current Su Ming had already surpassed them by far too much. In fact, they did not even have the right to fight back under the mighty pressure before him.
"Him? His name is Su Ming, and he's the God of Berserkers. Can't you tell?" Yu Xuan asked sweetly. She had followed Su Ming here to play, and when she saw the Shamans' expressions, she felt incredibly happy.
Almost at the instant Yu Xuan's words left her mouth, the expressions of the four End Shamans changed drastically. Even the thousands of Shamans behind them let out cries of surprise.
The four End Shamans had also completely given up on fighting back. God of Shamans Island was not completely sealed off. They would occasionally venture out, and they already knew what had happened in Eastern Wastelands over the past year.
The God of Berserkers had appeared in the land where the Immortals had descended, and after that, Eastern Wastelands Tower had shone with a blood red light that stretched ten thousand lis. Hidden Dragon Sect was destroyed, Sky Mist Sect was destroyed, the three sects of Evil Sect were destroyed, and Great Leaf Immortal Sect had also disappeared from Eastern Wastelands.
There was simply no way they could fight back against this sort of enemy, and they did not doubt Yu Xuan's words. This was the only explanation that could describe how Su Ming's level of cultivation was so great that the four of them did not even have the right to fight back.
Su Ming frowned and took a step forward. His body disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the thousands of Shamans, heading towards the direction of the Shamans' sacred mountain. He might have seemed slow, but in truth, with each step he took, he would cross ten thousand feet.
As Su Ming left into the distance, Yu Xuan did not follow him. Instead, she lifted her chin before the thousands of Shamans, and as she kicked the baring mutt, she cast a sideways glance at the big black dog that was the bald crane, which had run to the ground at some point of time and was searching through the belongings of the nearly one hundred people who had fainted.
"You've offended someone, do you know that?!"
"Someone offered ten million crystal stones to buy the heads of all of you on this broken island!" Yu Xuan coughed and pretended to be mature as she slowly said.
"But our Lord God of Berserkers is a kind person. He has no enmity with all of you, so he won't make things too difficult for all of you. How about this? All of you bring out all the items you have on you, and we'll see how much they're worth. As long as the difference isn't too great, we'll forget about this matter.
However … humph, if you dare to hide it and refuse to hand it over, then don't blame me for being ruthless. "
While Yu Xuan was pretending to be old and experienced, the big black dog that was the bald crane bit off the locket from the neck of an unconscious Shaman. When it heard Yu Xuan's words, the bald crane was momentarily stunned before it blinked, and a look of understanding appeared on its face.
'Darn it all, I've been working so hard here. So this is how we can rob others? That's right, why should I search for them myself? I should make them hand it over on their own.' The bald crane nodded solemnly, thinking to itself that it had learned another trick.
At that moment, Su Ming did not bother himself with Yu Xuan's actions. There were no longer any Shamans blocking his path. He walked in midair, and the forest beneath him filled the area. At the end of his vision, the sacred mountain would occasionally appear and disappear. At the same time, as Su Ming got closer, a barely discernible sound of a heartbeat came from within the sacred mountain.
Thump thump, thump thump … As Su Ming got closer, that sound grew stronger.
At the instant Su Ming was ten thousand feet away from the sacred mountain, a low roar came from within it. That roar shook the sky and earth, and the instant it traveled outwards, the entire God of Shamans Island started trembling.
Even the thousands of Shamans before Yu Xuan turned their heads around. There was no longer any terror on their faces, only fanaticism.
Yu Xuan blinked. As she kicked the mutt, she lifted her head and looked over.
The low roar reverberated in the air, and with an intimidating presence, it turned into a wave of impact that charged towards Su Ming from all directions of the island. As the ground trembled, sand rumbled, and the leaves in the forest fell to the side as if a violent gust of wind had swept past them. Su Ming could sense that the low roar seemed to have come from the sacred mountain, but also from all directions of the island. As it surrounded him, it gave off a feeling that there was no end to it.
Almost at the same time the roar reverberated in the air, a person appeared out of thin air from within the sacred mountain. That person's hair was a mess, and his upper body was bare. His lower body was dressed in beast skins, and in his hand was a gigantic bone staff. At the top of that bone staff were three small crimson snakes that were intertwined with each other. Their eyes were ghastly, and they hissed softly, letting out hissing sounds.
When that person appeared, he took a step towards Su Ming and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already several thousands of feet away. Then, he disappeared again and reappeared several thousands of feet away. When he disappeared for the third time, a strange cackle reverberated in the air behind Su Ming. That person appeared behind him and lifted his withered left hand. All five of his fingers were covered in sharp, black nails, and he went to seize Su Ming's heart from the back.
"Is this how you treat an old friend when you meet your guest?" Su Ming asked flatly. He did not dodge, but instead took a step backwards and rammed his back into the old man's left hand.
When a muffled bang rang in the air, blood trickled out of the mouth of the person with the disheveled hair. He immediately fell back, and when he lifted his head, he revealed a face covered in wrinkles under his messy hair.
It was an incredibly old face, as if he had just crawled out of a coffin. However, his eyes were incredibly bright, and there was even the shadow of a crescent moon shining in them.
His left hand was trembling slightly at that moment. The five black nails on it were all broken, and blood was flowing out of them.
Su Ming turned around unhurriedly and looked towards the old man.
His gaze instantly met the old man's. Su Ming's calmness and the old man's age seemed to have caused the world around them to freeze for a moment.
"I've lived for a long time, and I've seen far too many people. I don't have much of an impression of you, boy … But I remember now. When I sent one of my clones to fight outside Sky Mist Barrier, you were a young Berserker who was beside me." The old man was naturally the Great Patriarch who practiced the Art of Nine Deaths. His voice was hoarse, as if his bones were rubbing against each other, and it would cause anyone who heard it to feel incredibly uncomfortable. As he spoke, he even grinned, revealing his incomplete teeth that had turned yellow and black.
"I originally wanted to choose to fall asleep, but before I fell asleep, I should have eaten your flesh and blood. It should have allowed me to sleep even better." The old man licked his lips and swung the bone staff in his hand before him. Immediately, a ball of black fog spread out from the bone staff. As that fog tumbled about, it turned into a gigantic python that charged towards Su Ming with a roar.
The old man swung his bone staff once again, and a dozen something balls of fog manifested in succession before turning into a dozen something gigantic pythons. They swept through the sky and earth, and with the black fog in their midst, they charged towards Su Ming with low growls from all directions.
Once he finished doing all this, the old man bit the tip of his tongue and coughed up a mouthful of blood. His blood was black, but it had a rotten stench to it. Once he coughed it out, it instantly exploded and turned into thousands of red silk insects that spread out like a red cloud.
That was not the end. Once the old man finished doing all this, he lifted his left hand and swiftly formed a seal before him. Every single time two fingers on his dried up left hand touched each other, the sky would rumble. In the midst of those rumbles, bolts of lightning sliced through the sky in long arcs, but they did not descend on the ground. Instead, they flashed in midair as if they had frozen.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred bolts of lightning froze in midair as they sliced through the sky, as if they had been frozen. As these bolts of lightning intersected with each other, they formed the outline of a gigantic battle axe.
That battle axe was several thousands of feet big, and it was formed by lightning in midair. When the old man lifted his left hand and pointed towards the sky, it immediately charged towards Su Ming with a loud bang.
"Don't you remember me, Su?" With an indifferent expression on his face, Su Ming walked slowly towards the old man. As he walked forward, the dozen something pythons made of black fog around him roared and charged towards him, but at the instant they closed in on Su Ming, cracking sounds immediately came from their bodies, and all of them turned into ice statues. As they trembled, they shattered into pieces and crumbled.
When Su Ming's foot landed on the ground, the hundreds to thousands of blood threads that were formed by the old man's blood closed in on him with a piercing whistle. The blood threads were incredibly sharp, and when they were about to close in on Su Ming, he took a step forward and shot through the blood threads. Once he shot through them, the blood threads instantly twisted and turned into ice that fell from the sky.
All of this had happened in less than the span of three breaths. Almost at the moment he finished speaking, he was already standing before the old man.
The old man's expression changed, and his pupils shrank. Just as he was about to retreat, Su Ming lifted his left hand and seized the old man's neck.
"Now, do you remember who I am?" Su Ming's words were flat. When he spoke, the sky rumbled, and the lightning battle axe came charging towards him with a bang. But at the instant it closed in, the killing sword appeared in Su Ming's right hand. Once he held it in his hand, he sliced at the battle axe diagonally. With a bang, the lightning battle axe shattered.
At the same time, Su Ming squeezed the old man's neck with his left hand.
"This is the first death." When Su Ming said those words flatly, the destructive power Su Ming sent into the old man's body rushed into him, and he shattered.
Almost at the instant the Great Shaman's body shattered and turned into ashes, an even stronger presence erupted from the spot where he died. The old man's body appeared out of thin air once again, but this time, he was no longer as old as before.
"It doesn't matter who you are …"
Before the Great Patriarch could finish speaking, Su Ming swung the killing sword in his right hand. As the killing sword let out an excited and bloodthirsty sword whistle, it sliced through the old man's neck. However, at the same time his head was cut off, the old man's body crumbled once again.
"This is the second death," Su Ming said calmly.
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