Mo Wen thought for a moment. He did not seem to have such a high level of awareness. However, since Hu Luxiao was from the 72 Tribes Alliance and he had coincidentally met him, saving his life was not a big deal.
Bloody Ying Tribe? He had thought that there were only 72 Tribes Alliance in the Ancient Wastelands. It turned out that there were other tribes. Also, this Bloody Ying Tribe did not seem to be simple. They did not seem to be afraid of Hu Luxiao's background.
"Sir, are you from the 72 Tribes Alliance?"
Lord Wu Jie asked with a serious expression. When did such an expert appear in the 72 Tribes Alliance? He realized that he could not see through this youth's cultivation. However, he was definitely not weaker than an intermediate stage Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator. Even an ordinary intermediate stage Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator could not kill Mu Yue in such a short time.
"What do you think?" Mo Wen said plainly.
He raised the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in his hand again. With a flash of lightning, he attacked Lord Wu Jie. He liked to be direct and did not like to talk nonsense.
A dark aura emanated from Lord Wu Jie's body. His body seemed to turn incorporeal. He kept changing his position, seemingly trying to avoid Mo Wen's spear.
However, the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear followed him like a shadow. No matter how he dodged, he could not escape the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear's lock.
Pfft!
Lord Wu Jie was sent flying by the spear. Blood sprayed everywhere. Even with his cultivation at the pinnacle of the beginning stage Supreme Profundity Realm, he could not block Mo Wen's attack.
Mo Wen had killed four to five hundred Supreme Profundity Realm savage ancient beasts in the Shangyang Territory. One could imagine how murderous and vicious the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in his hand was.
"Retreat!"
Lord Wu Jie shouted in a low voice. He became a black shadow and turned to escape. He did not even dare to look at Mo Wen. His face was full of fear.
Sha Bai had long wanted to escape. He even became a beam of flowing light and escaped into the horizon before Lord Wu Jie could.
"Divine Thunder Rain!"
Mo Wen flew up into the sky. The Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear in his hand turned 360 degrees. Thunder roared and the entire sky darkened.
In the next moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds. Lightning serpents wreaked havoc in the dark clouds. Everything within a radius of ten thousand miles was enveloped by the dark clouds. A terrifying pressure came crashing down from the sky. Bolts of lightning fell like a rain of thunder.
Rumble!
A gigantic shadow of a lightning spear tore through the dark clouds and pierced through the sky, accurately colliding with Sha Bai's flying light. A terrifying crushing force came crashing down. Sha Bai only managed to resist for a second before he was completely annihilated. Even his primordial spirit did not manage to escape.
On the other side, the lightning gathered even more, forming a huge lightning cage that trapped Wu Jie's light.
Lord Wu Jie was indeed a cultivator at the peak of the early stage of Supreme Profundity Realm, he was much stronger than Mu Yue and Sha Bai. Beams of black light exploded from his body, shattering the cage formed by the lightning rain. However, the rain of lightning was endless, and the cage was also endless. Layer after layer, it greatly reduced Esteemed Wu Jie's speed.
Mo Wen stepped into the air and walked over step by step. He was like the king of lightning. Thunder God Rain was the first style of the Thunder God's Five Styles. It was extremely powerful, and its pure attack power was even higher than Star Glory.
The phantom of a lightning spear once again emerged from the dark clouds and crashed fiercely towards Wu Jie.
"No …!"
Esteemed Wu Jie screamed in panic. Sha Bai only managed to resist for a breath's time before he was annihilated. No matter how confident he was, he knew that he could not withstand more than a few hits.
Rumble!
There was a loud noise. In his panic, Esteemed Wu Jie actually self-destructed. The terrifying impact caused the gigantic lightning spear to explode. A beam of black light flew out from the lightning that filled the sky, escaping in a panic.
"Humph!"
Mo Wen coldly snorted. Cultivators who could cultivate to the Supreme Profundity Realm were indeed ruthless and decisive people. Once things went south, they would immediately self-destruct in order to find a way out. Many immortal cultivators, because they could not bear to part with their physical bodies, would often hesitate at crucial moments. However, it was this moment of hesitation that often caused them to die at the hands of their enemies before they even had the chance to self-destruct.
Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators were quick-witted and decisive.
The dark clouds in the sky churned, and lightning once again gathered, forming beams of lightning that surged towards Esteemed Wu Jie's primordial spirit.
"Primordial Spirit Separation!"
A tragic cry sounded. Esteemed Wu Jie's black primordial spirit suddenly split into two, then into four. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into four masses of primordial spirits that fled in four different directions. In a flash, they had traveled thousands of miles.
The lightning that filled the sky continued to gather to block them, but it was clearly difficult for Esteemed Wu Jie, who had split into four, to block them all. In the end, three primordial spirits were destroyed by the lightning, and only one primordial spirit managed to escape.
"Primordial Spirit Separation type secret technique!"
A look of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. He did not expect Esteemed Wu Jie to also cultivate this type of primordial spirit type secret technique. Primordial Spirit Separation type secret techniques were one of the more common types of primordial spirit type secret techniques. However, it was very difficult to cultivate, and most cultivators were unable to successfully cultivate it.
This was because the requirements for primordial spirit separation type secret techniques were very high. Normally, only cultivators who cultivated both primordial spirits could successfully cultivate primordial spirit type secret techniques. Among a hundred cultivators, there might not even be one who could perform the Primordial Spirit Separation type secret technique.
Although it was very difficult to cultivate, the primordial spirit separation type secret technique was also very practical. Its most prominent point was when it came to escaping.
At critical moments, cultivators could perform the Primordial Spirit Separation type secret technique to split their primordial spirit into many parts. As long as one primordial spirit managed to escape, they would be able to survive.
Among the three core secret techniques of the Divine Soul Trillion Layers that Mo Wen cultivated, one of them was called Myriad Clones. Myriad Clones was also a primordial spirit separation type secret technique. When cultivated to the highest realm, one could instantly split their primordial spirit into thousands of clones. It was almost impossible to kill them all, and it was a life-saving ability that was rarely seen in the world.
"I only have a quarter of my primordial spirit left. Even if I manage to escape, my cultivation will most likely drop to the Tide Changing Realm. I don't know when I will be able to cultivate it back again. I might not even be able to cultivate it for the rest of my life."
Mo Wen shook his head lightly. Although the primordial spirit separation type secret technique could allow one to escape, if too much primordial spirit was lost, the price was also very high. Esteemed Wu Jie only had a quarter of his primordial spirit left. Even if he was reborn through possession, it was impossible for him to retain his original cultivation.
"Sir, are you really a cultivator of the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance?"
On the other side, Hu Luhua, who was on the brink of death, had also recovered. He looked at Mo Wen with a shocked expression. Deep in his eyes, there was a deep sense of terror and fear.
This youth was too frightening. He had actually killed Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators like them as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
When had such a frightening cultivator appeared in the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance? Why had he never heard of him? Even he, a cultivator of the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance, had never heard of Mo Wen, let alone Esteemed Wu Jie and the others.
"You can say that." Mo Wen said lightly. He did not explain further. After all, it did not matter whether he was or not.
"Thank you for saving my life, sir. My life, Hu Luhua, belongs to you from now on. If you have any orders, I will definitely follow them and follow your lead."
Hu Luhua bowed deeply. He still looked at Mo Wen with fear in his eyes. This youth's malevolent aura was too thick. This kind of malevolent aura was not something that could be obtained easily. Who knew how many living creatures had to be killed to be able to condense it? Moreover, it had to be a high-level living creature. From the way Mo Wen had killed Sha Bai and the others just now, it could be seen that this youth was definitely a fierce and ruthless person.
"I have some fate with the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance. That's why I saved you," Mo Wen said lightly.
Hu Luhua's deep injuries were not light. He had almost died. Right now, he was only left with half his body. However, for a Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator, a damaged body was not a big problem.
Some fate with the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance? That meant that he was indeed not a member of the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance. No wonder he, a member of the upper echelon of the Seventy-two Tribes Alliance, had never known of this person's existence. On the surface, this youth's cultivation seemed to be at the Tide Changing Realm. However, this was definitely not his true cultivation. He was at least an intermediate stage Supreme Profundity Realm immortal cultivator.
His elder brother, Hu Hanheng, was also an intermediate stage Supreme Profundity Realm cultivator. However, he was certain that his elder brother could not have killed Lord Wu Jie and the others so easily.
"Your Excellency, I obtained the Heaven Serpent Staff from an ancient cultivator's cave abode relic. I have nothing else to offer, so I will give this Heaven Serpent Staff to you as a token of my gratitude for saving my life."
Hu Luhua thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and offered the Heaven Serpent Staff to Mo Wen. This item had almost cost him his life. In front of Mo Wen, he did not dare to keep this treasure.
Who knew what this young cultivator meant? Did he also attack because of this heaven spiritual treasure? Compared to his own life, no matter how good the treasure was, it was useless.
Mo Wen glanced at the Heaven Serpent Staff. He had no interest in this kind of ordinary heaven spiritual treasure. Moreover, he had not attacked for this Heaven Serpent Staff.
"This item is useless to me. You can keep it," Mo Wen said lightly. A gentleman does not take what others like. Since Hu Luhua had found the Heaven Serpent Staff in an ancient relic, it was his fate.
Hu Luhua was shocked. What arrogance! A dignified heaven spiritual treasure was actually useless to him! Even among Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators, people with heaven spiritual treasures were rather rare. Their 72 Tribes Alliance did not have more than five heaven spiritual treasures.
Even if they could not use it themselves, they could trade it with others and exchange it for a large number of treasures. Who exactly was this young man? He was actually so carefree.
"Thank you, Your Excellency." Hu Luhua bowed deeply. While he was in awe, he also felt a sliver of admiration. This kind of cultivator was most likely hard to find in the entire Ancient Wastelands.
"I want to make a trip back to the Ural Tribe. If you also want to return to the 72 Tribes Alliance, then let's go together," Mo Wen said after some thought.
Lord Wu Jie's Primordial Soul had escaped. After returning to the Blood Ying Tribe, it was hard to guarantee that no one would come after Hu Luhua again. With Hu Luhua's current state, he might not be able to return to the 72 Tribes Alliance unscathed. After all, a heaven spiritual treasure like the Heaven Serpent Staff was attractive to most Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators. Since he had saved Hu Luhua, he might as well help him to the end. After all, he had to return to the Ural Tribe.
"I couldn't ask for more!" Hu Luhua's eyes were filled with joy. He had not imagined that this young cultivator would be so kind as to actually be willing to escort him back.
Ural Tribe?
Why did that sound so familiar? He seemed to have heard of it somewhere before.
After thinking carefully for a long time, a look of astonishment suddenly flashed in Hu Luhua's eyes. Wasn't the Ural Tribe a small tribe that was at the bottom of the 72 Tribes Alliance?
It was a tribe that could not be any smaller, a backward tribe that was almost kicked out of the 72 Tribes Alliance.
Could it be that this terrifying young cultivator had some relationship with that small tribe?
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He was embarrassed. He had accidentally clicked on the same page and posted two identical chapters. Qidian, this lousy backer.
Because the VIP chapters could not be deleted, he could only edit and move them.
I have moved the last chapter to this one. This chapter is called Returning to the Ural Tribe.
The next chapter is the same as this one. However, it doesn't matter if you guys subscribe. I will write another chapter and put it in the next chapter.
Sorry for the inconvenience caused. I will continue to write the next chapter and change the content. (To be continued.)
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